As soon as her coffee arrived, -and Dusk left- Nyx scanned her files. There were three this week, and next Sunday was the deadline. She flipped through the pictures and descriptions when a note slipped out of the envelope. She picked it up, recognizing the neat, loopy writing belonging to Dusk. It read:
I know that this is unlike me, but I have started to name the cases. It was only before when you were still new to it that I was concerned that you would have a hard time "knowing" the victims.
He didn't even have to sign it- the letter belonged to him. She really looked at the files now. Sure enough, the victim’s names were on it. Strikel Murmur...Olivia Garnet.........Aquila Felis...
Nothing to worry about. Just three people who would be dead in the next week.
The first person -Strikel Murmur- was an easy kill. He was in a cheap apartment with creaky doors and rusted tiles. She slipped through the other rooms (they were all attached to one another) and slit his throat with her dagger before he had time to scream. The next victim -Olivia Garnet- was obviously someone who liked to think of herself as someone of a higher class. She died in the black stretch limo with tinted windows that she had hired.
And it was only Wednesday.
But there was one more...Aquila.
There wasn't much information on her, there was her power: a shape shifter, her age: 17, her possible location: somewhere in Berlin, Germany, and a blurry picture of her. She had long, brown hair and matching eyes that were like two big o’s.
She was off to Germany.
Nyx sighed. “Really?” She thought to herself, “Dublin and now Germany?” She tossed her hair that was dangling in front of her eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” She reminded herself. “By doing this I’m taking one more step towards home.”
Then why did it feel like she was taking a step back?
Nyx was in the tiny, almost empty airport waiting for her delayed flight when she heard the first gunshot. That was then followed with a series of unending bullets. All she could do was duck under a table close to her to cover her body from the hail of bullets. When she had been brought up again, she had heard that even though they were superior beings and magic, didn’t mean that they were invincible. She curled up under the table for what seemed like hours, as she heard the shots thundering down, the strangled cries of the unfortunate people who were exposed to the guns. Finally, the buckets of gunshots ceased and after waiting for 3 minutes, Nyx crept out of her hiding wondering why no one else was out. That’s when she realized that everyone else was dead.
Bodies lay everywhere, littering the floor. Blank eyes stared up at the ceiling. Except for the dark man on the opposite side of the room. She couldn’t see his face; it was covered in the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat. He held two massive pistols in both hands. Nyx stayed where she was, aware that he must already know that she was there. Then why wasn’t he shooting? Suddenly, he threw both guns at her and they landed at her feet. She flinched as they hit the ground, expecting them to go off, but as she looked at them more closely, she saw that they had the safety on. Without another thought, Nyx dived onto the guns, grasping them both tightly in her hands and flicking the safety off. Her hands shot up, searching for the man’s chest. But he wasn’t there anymore. She glanced at the window and realized what had happened. Cursing, she told herself that she shouldn’t have let him distract her.
At that point, the door burst open, with two people, a man and a girl, running in. Nyx ducked under the table again, hoping that they wouldn’t check her reliable hiding spot. The man searched the room, scanning his eyes over all the dead bodies and hung his head. “We’re too late, Bridget,” he whispered. “So many lives…” The girl, Bridget, placed her hand on his shoulder. “It’s not your fault,” she insisted. “The message came in too late.” Nyx widened her eyes in surprise. The girl was a vampire. After awhile, the two walked around, inspecting the damage. “Were they killed by magic?” The man asked. Bridget shook her head. “No, bullets. Can you see the holes?” Crouching down near one of the people, the man nodded. They started walking again, drawing uncomfortably close to Nyx. She had to leave now! She looked at the open window. If she could just make it there… The vampire gasped, and Nyx saw what she must have spotted. The edge of her leather jacket was sticking out, in plain sight. They started approaching the table, the man drawing out a gun, Bridget was starting to bare her fangs. “Come out, we know you’re there,” the man warned. “Come out with your hands up and we won’t hurt you…”
“They’re so not going to buy that.” Bridget snapped. Nyx moved into a crouching position. She had to catch them by surprise, not the other way around… She could see the man frowning at the vampire. “Be quiet!” He hissed, “Do you really think that they can’t hear u-“ He was cut off from the thick, wooden table crashing down on them. They both leaped back, Nyx took this as an opportunity for her escape. She ran to the window, dodging the new bullets that came for her. “STOP!” He could hear the man chasing her now, his gun still firing those bullets. “Dragona! Wait!” There was another person joining the chase now, but this one was impossibly fast. “Stop! We have to deal with this, she’s got the head-start on us now, can’t you see?” She came to the window, not even bothering to stop as she leapt through. She had to keep going! She didn’t dare look back until she was at the end of the street. Through the window, she saw Dragona with his shoulders slumped and Bridget standing next to him, staring right back at her. Nyx turned around the corner. All she could do was run, but thoughts still buzzed through her mind. Who were those two? Were they part of the group that Kallista had mentioned? Who was that man? Why hadn’t he killed her? And why, WHY had he framed her?