Post by Adriana Whitelaw on May 22, 2013 21:33:38 GMT -4
Adriana sat alone on the grass at the park. She was not on a mission for the Nephilim, but she wasn't here for pleasure either. She was here to sort things out. She had made her way to the spot that barely twenty-four hours ago held the body of a dead shadowhunter. It had been a kid, a young boy barely at the age of fifteen. He had been found by a warlock who immediately summoned the Institute. It had been so out of place and unprovoked that it seemed unreal. There was no war going on, the boy had no political affiliation, it was senseless and random. Random was something that Adriana couldn't let go. She sat down a few feet from where the body was found and stared at the grass as if it would show her clues the harder she stared. The boy had a large gash on his neck, but no blood at the park which obviously meant he had been killed elsewhere. There was nothing on him that would give a hint as to why or who killed him. It was something that rarely happened.
Death was normal, death was expected. Shadowhunters died young everyday, but not like this. Innocent Nephilim children were not killed like this, it just didn't make sense. She wondered how the murdered got to him. It couldn't have been mundane, they wouldn't have stood a chance against even an untrained Nephilim. The Downworlders were for the most part peaceful so she didn't jump on conclusions to them. She figured it was probably a rogue demon, but where had this kid's parents been? It was unlikely that they let him just roam the streets at night so what took place? The institute had contacted the Clave and notified them of the murder. They sent out a team to retrieve the body and notify the parents who swore the child had been in his room the whole night. It was an odd situation, and they were quick to mark it down as unsolved and unlikely to happen again.
Adriana prayed that was the case. Their job was hard enough fighting evil things to have to worry over finding the small body of one of their own. It was a night that she wanted to forget, but she couldn't. She didn't like not getting justice for the small boy. That was why she found herself sitting in the park on a warm afternoon staring at a place in the ground. She hadn't marked herself with any invisibility runes, but she had dressed in a mundane like fashion and had a small dagger hidden at her waist. She wanted to think for a moment and this seemed like the best place for it. She sat back and took a deep breath.
Death was normal, death was expected. Shadowhunters died young everyday, but not like this. Innocent Nephilim children were not killed like this, it just didn't make sense. She wondered how the murdered got to him. It couldn't have been mundane, they wouldn't have stood a chance against even an untrained Nephilim. The Downworlders were for the most part peaceful so she didn't jump on conclusions to them. She figured it was probably a rogue demon, but where had this kid's parents been? It was unlikely that they let him just roam the streets at night so what took place? The institute had contacted the Clave and notified them of the murder. They sent out a team to retrieve the body and notify the parents who swore the child had been in his room the whole night. It was an odd situation, and they were quick to mark it down as unsolved and unlikely to happen again.
Adriana prayed that was the case. Their job was hard enough fighting evil things to have to worry over finding the small body of one of their own. It was a night that she wanted to forget, but she couldn't. She didn't like not getting justice for the small boy. That was why she found herself sitting in the park on a warm afternoon staring at a place in the ground. She hadn't marked herself with any invisibility runes, but she had dressed in a mundane like fashion and had a small dagger hidden at her waist. She wanted to think for a moment and this seemed like the best place for it. She sat back and took a deep breath.
