DEVIATE X / / AN UNORDINARY FANFICTION

XXIX.

"She's here!"

"Where was was she last week?"

"I heard she got hurt and was sent home!"

"Didn't she attend a funeral?"

"Why is she dressed like that?"

I inhaled a sharp gust of air and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to soothe the annoyance threatening to spill out of me. I haven't even been on campus for a whole five minutes without people whispering left and right about my sudden absence. After all that I've been through, I still couldn't catch a break.

"Shouldn't you guys be going to class?" I snapped, the sharp resonance of my voice channeling my exasperation.

"S-sorry Delta....!"

The bystanders looming about the hallways scuttled to class, alleviating my brimming anger. I listened to my airforces squeak against the freshly waxed tiles as I made my way down to the Headmaster's office in a somewhat relaxed fashion, using the small sounds as a source of meditation.

I expected Headmaster Vaughn to call me in sometime when I got back to Wellston. Aside from my closest friends and family, he was the only person who knew what unfolded that night with Irel. Was he worried about me, or was he going to condemn me for engaging such dangerous opponents? Despite his concern, I still felt wary about the whole situation.

The main office temperature was set into an uncomfortable cold, seeping into the base of my bones. Hesitantly, I reached for his doorknob, opening it slowly as I entered the Headmaster's office. There he sat behind his desk, with his hands neatly folded as I met his eyes. Beside him were two officers neatly dressed as well, exuberating daunting professionalism and confidence.

"Sir." I acknowledged.

"Good morning, Delta. Have a seat," he gestured.

I reluctantly settled into the chair, my shoulders rigid with anxiety as I glanced at the two officers looming over me.

I didn't know there were going to be officers. I already submitted my statement at Kovoro Mall. If they already had my statement for that incident, then this had to be about......

"I apologize for making you miss your first class, but these officers are here because you're the main witness to the night your brother got hospitalized." The Headmaster explained, glancing at them.

"Miss Delta.....under your stepmother's orders, we were denied the ability to question you during your recovery in the hospital," The first officer explained. "We already questioned the neighboring individuals near your stepbrother's apartment, but you're the prime witness to this whole case."

My eyes flickered to the female officer, her eyes subtly glowing as she peered at my face. At first glance, it was difficult to notice, but the lighting was warm enough to show the glint residing in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, narrowing my eyes.

"It's nothing personal, but she's checking the validity of your statements. It'll help us discern truth from inaccurate statements so that this case can be solved more efficiently." The officer explained.

By inaccurate, he means lie, I thought bitterly, dissimulating from my apathetic exterior. It was a sugarcoated way of saying he wanted to ensure I wasn't lying during this interrogation.

But this wasn't the first time I've seen an individual with an ability to detect lies. It was a low-grade ability, an ability that wasn't always one-hundred percent precise. But if she was hired for this kind of work, that had to mean that her ability was fairly powerful, which meant that I had to choose my words wisely if I didn't want to be caught.