Who:Lilith Mystique What: Narrative Where: The library across from the police station When: During this Warnings: A dead cop?
The man in her scope was dressed in blue, his uniform duller than the color of her skin. His name was Irwin, and that was the only harmless thing about him.
She'd spent a week tracking him, and then she'd spent another week verifying that the information she had on him was sound. She'd spent too much time in Musings believing everything she'd been told, and it had taken her the past seven years to realize what she was told was not always true. She'd trusted [Destiny] without question; she'd been the eternal teenager looking up to her older lover. Now she'd aged, and twenty was not the same as year-after-year of fourteen.
Coming to Seattle without her lover's blessing, it had been the beginning of a slow leak, one that had continued to trickle as she settled in the new city. She'd received assignments from Texas, and she'd completed two of the seven. She'd found five of them to be founded in lies, and she didn't like playing the puppet on a string.
It wasn't that she had any problem taking a life - the man in her scope indicated as much. But it had to be deserved, important, for the greater good. This man, this officer in blue, was running an underground ring of Creations attempting to use their abilities to take over spots in public office. That was enough to make him a person of interest, but not enough to put a bullet in his head. No, he'd earned that by the hostages he'd been taking to assure his success. Now that, that just made Creations look bad. And the little girl Lilith had seen him lure away from her nanny the day before, that just made this kill an enjoyable one.
Her cellphone vibrated.
Hayley interrupted, but Lilith didn't mind. She liked the girl, this replacement in [Destiny]'s life that she'd originally felt jealous of. She didn't think the girl was cut out to be a killer, but she'd watch, and she'd see. Their fearless leader distrusted the girl, and with reason. Lilith was fairly certain Hayley was double crossing them all. It made her smile to think on it.
The man in blue fell into a heap in front of the police station, and the rifle seeped into her skin, a part of it and nothing to take apart. The bullet in the downed officer would disappear in a moment, turn into another person's DNA and leave a mystery behind. She didn't mind that either.
She wandered back into the library, a harmless face that she'd molded into something less than memorable - brown hair, a little too heavy, a little too PTA mom. By the time she left (with a Dan Brown novel in her pudgy hands), the sirens had begun to blare.