"Hey, lady wake up!" The officer shouted as he gently slapped Elena near the back of her neck. "Euahhh, whaa?" Elena stirred from the depths of unconsciousness.
"Ahh, thank God!" He exclaimed. "I thought i'd shot you. i could've sworn i'd seen blood in the aftermath but...well hey it's dark right." He said in releif. "Huh." is all Elena could manage, still disoriented from the bullet she took to the chest. She had remembered everything vividly. Nick making a run for it, her trying to follow and ultimately ending up on the ground with a bullet in her chest. Then just before she slipped into nothingness, a status window appeared asking if she wanted to "press start". "Alright young lady, turn around and put your hands behind your back." Said the officer with a serious tone. "Your in some big trouble...and i suggest you don't remain silent about your little friends if you want some help outta this mess." Elena felt so stupid. how could she be so ignorant and trusting. She had put her faith in them and now look where she was. Her eyes began to overflow with tears as she pleaded. "Please don't call my Dad. He'll literally kill me man."
*****
Damien Mcbride woke up early every morning at 4 A.M. because he knew how long it took him to fully wake up. He started every morning with a steaming cup of coffee, heated to the exact temperature of 202 degrees celsius. Why this specific temperature you might ask? Well that was simple, He needed time to cook himself his usual breakfast. Two eggs overeasy, a couple of pieces of bacon topped on a slice of toasted rye slathered in "I can't beleive it's not butter". Afterwards while still enjoying his favored brand of Hawaiian coffee, he would open his closet filled with identical versions of the EXACT same suit and tie. They were all color coded of course, and his shoes measured a meticulous 6 inches apart from each other. Damien leisurely walked through his spotless and well organized 2 story home. He was in no particular rush. It was all perfunctory to him now, and he had no tolerance for chaos in his life.
He walked upstairs and took a right at the split, the second door to the left with a large name placquered at eye level to his 6'1 frame. "Elena" it read in a beautiful floral print. He knocked twice with the knuckle of his middle finger, his right ear held close against the door listening intently for a response. There was none, and at the revelation of this, he grasped the handle and slowly creaked the door open. The room was the same as she had left it. Damien had been waiting patiently hoping Elena would return of her own volition this time. He could easily track her down and drag her back home, but this would prove ineffective towards the cultivation of their relationship.
Despite what Elena thought of him and his methods, he truly loved her. That is why he allowed her the freedom to learn from her mistakes. He knew that eventually she would be back home to their home in Katy. She could roam around Houston all she wanted, getting into who knows what, but the only truly safe place was right here.
After another few momments of reminiscing he went back downstairs. It was 05:04, not quite time for him to go to work, but he didn't want to hang around by himself. It was simply too depressing.
Damien stepped into the garage and was greeted by the magnificent sight of his grey Mercedes SLS AMG. It still took his breath away everytime he saw that long bodied beauty sitting on a pair of the best in class sports edition toyo's, Brembo performance breaking and all go in the engine bay. He had been adding onto the car for 4 years and he was literally in love. He had made all the modifications himself, and the car had only come second to his beloved daughter. He closed the vertically opening gullwing door and backed out of his garage. He made the familiar 30 minute drive to the police department in east houston where he was stationed. Walking into the office, he stopped at the front desk to speak with his assistant Janey. "Good morning Lieutenant Mcbride." she said unethusiastically.
"Good Morning Janey, what does my schedule look like today?"
"No other meetings scheduled today sir, just the typical briefing on the Stallings case. Sergeant Dokes, and Detective Rawlins are waiting for you in confernece room B." Janey said.
"Thank you Janey, and try to wake up a bit. You ever think about trying some coffe?" He teased. "Im on my 3rd cup sir." She said didainfully as he walked down the hallway towards the conference room.
Damien had just reached the door of the confernece room before he had received a call from one of the his friends in the investigations department. "Hey, Detective Yancy, how's it going sir." He answered
"I hope your not busy right now Damien, because we have your Daughter over here in county near 5th ward." Detective Yancy informed.
"What did she do?" he said worriedly.
"One of our officers collected her from the scene of a burglary. Apparently, she was an accomplice along with what is beleived to be at least two others." Yancy clarified.
"Have they posted bail yet? Is she Hurt?" Damien asked, his voice filled with worry. She had never done anything this extreme before. How could she be so stupid and selfish. "They haven't sent word yet, she's still being held for questioning." Detective Yancy said. "I'm on my way." Damien grumbled before hanging up and shoving his phone back into his front pocket. He opened the door and adressed Dokes and Rawlins before leaving. "I have to go, something came up. Give Janey the information you've collected and have her write a report and e-mail it to me."
And with that, Damien was out of the building in minutes. He didn't like to rush but when the situation called for it he had to compromise. He jumped in his SLS and raced onto the feeder up to the 59 south. He slammed the shifter into 6th and was up to 80 in seconds. He liked to go fast but this was no time for fun.
*****
Elena sat in the holding cell nervously twisting the ring on her pinky. She knew she had done it now. Her dad was coming, and she knew He'd be furious. She had always pulled reckless stunts since she was twelve and found out that she was adopted, but this one took the cake. Her father had never hid that her mother had passed, but he always kept it a secret as to why their last names weren't the same. With such a big revelation like that, she had lost trust in him, and wondered what else he had lied about.
As she was lost in thought fretting over the severity of the shit stew she had cooked herself into, she noticed a difference in the feeling of the ring around her finger. It wasn't as tight as usual. She looked down at it, and to her surprise, it wasn't the same ring. Or atleast it didn't seem like it. The ring she was wearing before was a plain shiny gold ring with hollow Heart shape in the middle. Now it was more of a rose gold color, and had beautiful rose designs on each side of the Heart. The middle was no longer hollow but instead the most extravagent red gem was encrusted in the center.
Not only that, it had seemed that the ring had grown in size. No, it wasn't that. The ring hadn't grown, the width of her fingers had shrunk!
Before she was so obese that the only place that she could wear the ring was her pinky, but now it seemed that she had shrunk 2 sizes. She looked down at her skinny and slender fingers in disbeleif. She lifted up her shirt which she now noticed was much to big for her. "I HAVE A SIX PACK!!" She shrieked. The holding cell officer walked over to see what the commotion was about and saw the young girl rubbing he stomach up and down. "Put your shirt down youngster, you'll have plenty of time to admire your self in prison." He goaded. She looked at him with a fiery stare and plopped back down on the floor.
As the officer walked away towards his desk, she looked back down at the ring. It was much to big for her pinky now. She removed it and tried her index. "Nope." It was a tight fit. Her index and middle finger were approximately the same size, so she skipped it and went for the left ring finger. It slipped on perfectly and was the exact right size. "What are the odds?"
Just then she heard a chime, like the on she had heard when she thought she was dying. A translucent display screen popped up in front of her face and a melodic female voice began to speak directly into her mind.
" Elena muffled a squeal. "What the actual fuck?" She whispered to herself. She had seen this kind of thing in anime but she had never imagined that it would happen to her. She pinched her arm to see if it would go away, or if maybe she was actually asleep somewhere. "Nope, i'm awake i guess." She moved her index finger towards the side of the panel. Her finger passed through it like it was nothing but air. She ran her hand through the panel and it passed through seemlessly. She examined the panel more closely. it a 4×4 panel, light blue in color. She could mostly see through it. She looked at the options it gave her. It read. Race-Human Class-None Mage Class: A standard class that uses vocalized -Acane Magic-. This class is considered to be less effective in melee combat Bard Class: A standard class that is versatile in both combat and spellcasting. Grants the user skill -Divine Magic- and -Arcane Magic-. Cleric Class: standard playable class versatile in both combat and skilled in the use of -Divine Magic-. "Alright, i've got to get serious, This can't be real." She thought. "Go away!" she screamed as she waved both of her hands in front of the screen, and just like that it dissapeared. "Hey! Whats your issue? Huh?" The guard had appeared in front of her cell again. "You know what, don't answer. Your father is here so get up." He demanded. She stood up and placed her hands through the small rectangular opening in the cell. She knew the drill, it wasn't her first time being arrested. He slapped the cuffs on her wrist and opened the door. "Alright, time to meet my maker." She said with disdain. "You got that right little miss." The officer said laughing as they walked down the hall towards the interrogation room.