Innocence Forsaken

Ch 13. Questions

K laid wide eyes against the snow. His back was sore, as well as his arms. His whole body felt like he'd just been hit point blank by a 50 tonne truck. 
He laid there for a bit, occasionally trying to get up, but he couldn't. 
"K!" Far yelled as he bounded down the street like a lost puppy who'd found its owner. 
He picked him up, and K groaned. 
"Put me down." He said like a half embarrassed child, half like someone who'd stepped on a lego. 
Far dropped him back down. 
"Okay." He shrugged his shoulders, obliviously. 
"Ow-- Far.. Just.." There was a seconds silence and K winced as a searing bolt of pain raced throughout his body. "Help me up."
Far helped him up. 
"Your training didn't help you this time." Far laughed a little. 
"Shut up." K said, saltily. He would've crossed his arms if he could move properly. 
"Someone's got a brain freeze!" He said as he helped his friend walk down the pavement. 
"Did she get away?" He asked. His limp was getting worse by the second, and for a second it looked as if he was going to fall over. 
"Yeah, I think."
"Have you seen something fly before?" K asked, and Far laughed, before realising that wasn't a joke. 
"An airplane?" He responded. 
"No, more like a jar." 
Far shook his head, "Only in the movies."
"I must've hit my head harder than I thought…" 
The two reached a house, it was the Corleys. 
K was starting to feel a little bit better now, maybe it was shock of what he saw in the first place, or the shatter of the glass against his back which caused the pain earlier. 
Something was coming back to him now, that ominous white that circled the perpetrators iris when the jar was thrown. He couldn't be sure, he saw it from the corner of his eye, but something just seemed unnatural. 
The door opened, and Susanna scanned them both up and down with her eyes, a slight confusion graced her face. 
"What have you boys been doing?" She asked. 
Far giggled, "Someone broke into the station."
"What? Are you okay?" M popped his head around the corner, and slipped his glasses on. 
"He fell out of a window!" Far half yelled, as he started jogging on the spot and a wide grin spread across his face.
"There's a broken window? We could get robbed! Again." M moved closer to the door. 
"Why don't you sit down?" Susanna said, eying M, for his worry about the station instead of K, and moved out of the doorway.
K and Far made their way into the living room, and K fell down onto an armchair. 
"Mum? Is everything okay?" Jessica said, she was closely followed by Eve-Anne who lurked quietly in the shadows. 
"K? What happened?" Jessica said, just before shooting her sister a dark glare. 
"Not much." He didn't want to worry her, she said she got ill if she worried too much. 
"Your coat is ripped." She said, as K took it off and gave it to her to look at. "And it's got shards of glass in. How'd you get it in the arms?" 
"The burglar threw a jar at me. I don't think I've been cut though." He looked at Eve-Anne, still in the shadow, just watching, an air of emptiness surrounded her. There was always something off about her, something wrong. 
"I can fix it." She took it, and walked away with it, Eve-Anne trailed her line of vision on her sister, then followed her back. 
"Are you okay?" Susanna said, once again, to which K nodded. 
"Good, because we might have found some evidence." M took an envelope from the coffee table. It had been sealed with red wax, and had a swirly symbol in the middle of it. 
"Care to open it?" 
The envelope was handed over, and K opened the seal. 
Inside was a high quality piece of paper with a few letters and numbers written in calligraphy. 
'TS-1325' was written largely, and a petal from a white rose was resting inside. 
Susanna looked at it, slightly wide eyed, and pale faced. 
"Mrs Corley? Are you feeling okay?" Far asked, as he draped his arms over a bigger sofa facing the small TV. 
"I… Just thought I recognised it." She said quietly, as she looked at M, and he looked her back in the eyes. Both of them recognised that number, K knew it. They were scared, maybe even terrified, even Far was picking up on that. 
"What could this mean? Maybe it's some kind of code?" Maybe he had to trick them into speaking, but then again he'd only seen that type of fear a few times before. Once, when he was training, second when disaster strikes, third… is always around a certain group of teenagers. Eve-Anne's group. 
It almost definitely wasn't Talya, she was shorter than the assailant, and it wasn't Myra, as she too was shorter. 
She was over 6 foot, so pretty tall. 
"I'm not sure." Susanna fought a stutter as she spoke, and she fiddled with her greying hair subconsciously. 
It had to be Eve-Anne. She had always been suspicious, but he'd placed that down as bad behaviour stemmed from her childhood. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. 
People accused her, there was never any evidence. She was even arrested once, but nothing was found. It was rather suspicious really, almost as if the evidence was deliberately destroyed, yet the townsfolk had no memories of these events. 
Maybe there was more to this than what he knew. Jessica always had long sleeves on, once he'd caught a glimpse under them and he saw ink. 
On the same arm, Eve-Anne wore that bandage. 
But what could it mean?