The Good Within The Bad

Chapter Three

"How'd it go?" Alex questions, not looking up from whatever she was studying from behind the lens of the microscope in front of her. I walked around her desk to stand across from her, leaning my forearms against the surface of the desk.

"Fine." I sigh. "At least until my partner decided to show up." Alex looked up with a slightly guilty expression shadowing her features. "Sorry," Alex says shrugging. "He asked where you were and you know I can't lie." I shake my head indifferently. "It's fine Alex, I doubt I was gonna get anywhere anyway." Alex tilts her head, raising it slightly so she could meet my eyes over the top of her microscope. "Whys that?" She asks. "Because the person I was interrogating was as cocky as you can imagine."

Alex chuckles softly, writing something down on the clipboard resting on the table beside her. "What's so funny?" I demand, glaring at her, slightly confused by her outburst. "I'm just picturing you barley holding back from beating the hell out of this guy." She stated, smiling as she peered back through the lens of the microscope. I roll my eyes. "He's lucky I didn't." I say anyway. I pause, thinking for a moment.

"What's the other prisoner's name?" I ask. Maybe he would be easier to get through and find out what exactly they were up to. "Kent Robert Holt." Alex says, tapping a few thing on her tablet before handing it to me.

I looked down at it before I proceeded to read it aloud. "Nineteen years old, has the classified power of gyrokinesis, the ability to manipulate gravity. He has one little sister, Cali Adah Holt, who is sixteen years old and has the classified power of binding, to keep an object from moving or being moved. Parents both deceased." I finish, looking up to meet Alex's gaze.

"Yeah." Alex scoffs, picking up her clip board and looking over whatever was written. "Good luck getting what ever you want out of that one. His parents died when he was about thirteen, leaving him to raise his sister at an age of ten. To survive that long without any adults, I mean, the boy is probably a rock. He has to be strong to have withstood that long, not only caring for himself but for his little sister, when they were both at vulnerable ages."

"God dammit!" I exclaim, smacking the table with one hand as I shot. Alex jumped, dropping her clipboard in the process as she pressed a hand to her chest, catching her breath. "Jesus!" She yells. "They always land us with the ones who are hard to break?!" I continue, promptly ignoring Alex's reaction. Alex runs a hand through her chestnut hair, staring at me in disbelief.

"You need to calm down Ever." She states, stooping down to collect her clip board from the ground. "How 'bout you just take a breath and head home, you've had a long day." I shake my head, slightly. "Schedule an appointment with both prisoners today will you? Oh and can you look further into our two Villains and send me what you find." I ask, shrugging my leather jacket back on. Alex nods, watching me curiously.

"You're actually leaving?" She asks in surprise as I turn to begin walking out of her lab. "It's barley even six o'clock?!" I shrug, "I got stuff to do." Was my only reply before I walked out of her lab. "You got a hot date?!" She calls after me. I smile to myself.

You have no idea.

"Home sweet home." I mutter as I swing the door of my apartment open. I sigh before walking in, letting the door close behind me. Tugging my finger less gloves off, tucking setting them on the tiny table beside the door.

I lived in a small four-room apartment. There was a bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom and a living room. It wasn't much but it was just me, I really didn't need anything else.

I slid my jacket off, dropping it on the kitchen table, tossing my keys on somewhere near it. I ran a hand through my slightly, wavy auburn hair, sighing as I did.