Innocence Forsaken

Ch 1. Innocent's Wrath

Eve-Anne didn't know where she was. Though she knew she'd been there before. It was that sensation, perhaps, of floating and that blinding white light of the walls around her.
A little bit of it was like fighting a conflict in her mind, was she dead? But no, she didn't believe so.
In the mere distance, the silhouette of a stranger approached, he outstretched his arm and a shape materialised in it. It was uncanny really, she had once been in that situation, and no-one could know that happened.
The shadow of the object meant one thing; it was a gun.
It was in that sudden moment, her memories flooded back to her, just like a little dog returning to its owner.
With that, she stepped forward a little, and then a little more, raised her hand and threw her knife into  his back, then again and again.
Around were the muffled screams, and slamming of doors they just couldn't get in her small town.
Eve-Anne turned, a slight smile upon her face, and took out a small cloth from her pocket, and emptied the contents. The petals of a White Rose.
For a second, she stepped back, admiring the beauty of her work. Before step two.
With a slight nod of her head, the petals glided over to the dead man and gently glided down his throat.
Again, she stepped back and admired her work. It was beautiful, to the blood pouring out onto the floor to the distant sounds of cries, mostly for their lives.
You see, that man was the leader of the Soulless. He had slaughtered hundreds of men, women and children but nothing was done. Not a thing.
With this fiend gone, another should rise to take his place, or not, but with the track record of the Soulless they should disband or get caught in a matter of weeks, saving countless lives.
More people flocked in, followed by another two.
"DCI Price. Haven't you been told you're off the case?" One of them said, he was the shorter of the two.
"You're the ones disrupting all my crime scenes?" She asked, a sound of annoyance in her muffled voice.
"I have a signed letter here explaining your termination from the role of SIO and the DLGB shall be taking over." This little man was being serious, he was willing to take Price on which was something even Eve-Anne hesitated against.
Wait-- DLGB, she thought. If her memory were to serve her correctly they were only a myth. Only the best could get in and they only followed crimes with a direct interest from the Monarch.
The DLGB only went by code names, probably meant to strip away the only identity that the members had.
"Detectives League? Who gave you that?" She asked. Price was clearly becoming flustered.
"Your commanding officer. Now if you would so kindly get you and your men of my-- our crime scene--" He was cut off before he could complete his sentence.
"Fine. But I'll be back."
Eve-Anne stepped back a little.
"Looks like I need to reformulate my plan." She muttered to herself.
Eve-Anne clicked her fingers, and jolted awake on her desk in her room.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her muscles ached slightly and her head burned.
Her door swung open, revealing her sister. They were twins, identical in physical features, obviously not so much social.
"Look in a mirror! We need to get to the conference in five minutes and you haven't even done your hair!" She yelled, her mind radiating stress.
"I just have to look at you." She said as she looked at her sister with a disapproving glare in her eyes which warped into one of confusion.
"You look like you've been out in a hurricane, dear sister." Eve-Anne said in a mocking tone as she pulled her brown hair from its resting place in a ponytail.
"Stop it."
"I won't." Eve-Anne returned with a small smirk gracing her face.
Jessica sighed, then walked out, shutting the door behind her.
The smirk remained on Eve-Anne's face as she gripped her hair brush, and dragged it through her messy hair. She stopped.
"Stop loitering and come out." She said, as the clicking of heels emerged behind her. "You've been following me for the last few weeks, who are you?"
There was an awkward laugh, and Eve-Anne turned around to see a youngish looking woman with abnormally pale skin, light purple hair and green eyes. Along with that, she had pointy, elvish ears and a thin face. She was shrouded in the darkness at the other corner of Eve-Anne's room, but she could just make out a feathery mass from behind her.
"My name's Hadariel." She responded with an introverted smile.
"What are you?"
"An Esier, more specifically the Esier of Time." She stepped forward again. "Now, enough with these senseless questions, I have something to ask of you."
Eve-Anne sighed, "I have somewhere to be going."
"We all have somewhere to be going…" Hadariel went back to her request, "Stop using your abilities for useless feats like you have been doing."
Eve-Anne stifled a laugh.
"Why would I do that?" She turned around and picked up her phone to put it in her bag.
"Because your actions have consequences."
As Eve-Anne turned around again, Hadariel was gone, leaving only a single pinkish feather which slowly drifted to the ground.