#3 n Refugee on 2019/06/23
"We're a ruse."
A retelling of the Snow Queen.
Eima is an adrenaline junkie. From nabbing a mafia member, to finding a child's possessed toy, these are just few of her missions. She is a member of the Queen of Hearts aka Q...
Liam walked at a brisk pace through the street. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and his blue hood pulled over his head. And here he thought his pranks went overboard sometimes. This time he wasn't sure what happened. Maybe his sister had misplaced her toy. It couldn't have gotten up and walked away? Or had it?
His mother thought it was one of his pranks, but it had nothing to do with him. That's what he got for being the joker. He'd nearly been grounded. A smile appeared over Liam's face. It was worth it to see his little sister laughing and his dad. Even if his dad had to sneak away before she heard him.
He'd never do anything careless. It was always— emphasis on harmless— fun. A little scare here and there and some nice surprises thrown in too. The part where her toys were bent in ways that looked like they were having a party were amusing, sure. But, the part where their window was shattered, his sister's pillow torn apart, now that was not funny.
Drops fell from the sky, pattering around his feet. They skipped across his hood. Rain was to be expected. He'd smelled the moisture in the air. He loved the feeling of the coolness on his skin.
He had no time to relish the rain. He had to get to QUOH. He'd suspected Spectre activity. He needed to get there before whatever trashed his sister's room found another victim.
Last night, Eima was close to beating a civilian. That thief girl really messed with her mind. How dare she take her prized possession? The Pulse was a QUOH member's life line in every sense. She'd felt so bare. Almost as bare as when she was a child. That thief had better learn her lesson, but Eima doubted she ever would.
Today seemed off, since she hadn't been called in to do anything. She'd gone to the headquarters in the morning, but there was no activity. She'd shrugged it off as it not being peak hours. Night was when the monsters came out to play. No biggie. But, then the afternoon rolled in and still nothing. She'd been so restless, she'd been jumping from roof to roof, looking for Rogues. But, nothing. She hated the calm. Calm meant anything could be happening and she didn't even know it. Calm was before.... The soldiers had invaded her home. Calm kept her on edge. Forcing her to expect the worse.
After all that time wasted looking for Spectres, Eima needed another shower. She hated the feeling of sweat forming a layer on her skin. It reminded her too much of her childhood. She stepped into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
Her white hair had become a trademark. It was a white lie. Literally. She slipped her fingers over the hair and pulled the wig off her head. Yup. She always wore a wig when she went out. It was just her way of gearing up. Fighting Spectres, cleansing Rogues. It was another form of armour to her. Underneath was brown hair to match her brown eyes. She used to keep it around shoulder length, but it would get in her way.
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