Golden Eyes

Ellen disliked days like these. She was always interrogate those in the "risk zone" for turning towards the authorities, but being here, in a hospital, on her way to interrogate traumatized children, she felt like a bad person. Maybe she was one.

Her ability, while useful, was something she only started taking pride in once she had joined the authorities. Children and teenagers didnt care much for the ability to see someones mental state by creating a ball of different colors.

A child called Zirian was the first on her list, her superiors knew her opinion on these things and only gave her the order to talk to the children they were sure were in the risk zone, as they called it.

There were of course others with far higher chances to join anti authority organizations, but their abilities werent worth the trouoble, so to say. It used to make her sick. Now it didnt.

Cresent slash. Not a weak ability, but not one that is too powerful. While Ellen was loyal to the authorities, she knew they couldnt afford another Erlking, not so soon, and while she never played a part in it personally, she knew accidents could always happen. She didnt lost sleep over, not anymore, it was all to maintain order.

She had always disliked hospitals since her brother passed in one, in this very city in fact, and here she was, about to enter the room he died, this time to do something he would have despised. She always did think he was too naive.

Zirian. Scars crisscrossed on his face, some of them old and some of them new, from the chaos that erupted almost a week ago now. He had aquamarine hair with a portion of it removed, and a could be seen where the hair wasnt.

"Hello, it is nice to meet you Zirian, My name is Ellen. I work for the authorities and I am here to ensure you are handling this situation fine. Now I would do this, if you give me permission, by using my ability, which allows me to see your mental state. Am I allowed to do this?"

A lie. She would do it even if she didnt get permission too, she simply wouldnt tell him the results.

A somewhat raspy, albeit young, answered her question.

"Yes Ellen, I am okay with that, I guess."

Ellen's ability had one of the more common ways of activation for quirks that involved the mind, and it was by touch. While touching someone she could activate her power and she would get an "orb" , that she could see if she focused, and then she could summon this orb, so to speak, which then showed the persons mental state.

However several limitations were in place. For example, she could only summon one orbs once, she could only have three orbs saved up at once, she could not have two orbs of the same person, the orbs had a time limit and she had to wait approximatly one month before being able to use it again on a person she had used it on before.

This led to her most often just sending in the orb to her superiors, so they could make an evalution of this boys mental health.

Next on her list, the only other person, was Jane Doe. As Ellen looked at her list she was bewildered, why would they task her to evalute the mental state of a cripple, someone with no ability?

She belived there had been a mistake, so she decided to call her superiors, for the first time in quite some time she was calling them mind you, and clear this up.

They, as the people lower on the totem pole werent allowed to know person information on those high up so finding them becomes harder, answered after 2 beeps, something Ellen was always amazed at the fact that they always answered with this speed, answered with a distorted voice, another way to hide their identity.

"Hello Ellen, how can I help you?"

"Well I was wondering about the second patient you have sent me to evaluate. See, she doesnt have an ability so I dont quite see why you want me to evaluate her mental health."

"Well, funny story that. She was almost right next to Erlking when he "arrived" and she survived."

Ellen was going to interrupt and ask how that was possible, after all Jane didnt have an ability when Ellen's superior continued.

"Of course she shouldnt have survived that, as she was from what I have gathered mortally wounded, but her friend was able to, lets say heal that. No, the mystery is why she didnt perish from every thing else, why Erlking didnt use her as a hostage! You might not know it but the dear vice leader of the guardians has a soft spot for children, and I am sure Erlking knew this far better then me, so why?"

There was a moment of silence before Ellen decided to answer.

"Maybe he wanted to, Im not sure incapacitate her, before he killed Jane infront of her, simply to show her how futile trying to fight him was?"

"A possibility, but we cannot disregard the fact fact that Erlking is an expert at powers, and we both know he could have changed hers, with well, ease. So we will do a check simply to be safe!"

They hung up without waiting for a reply, and all Ellen could do was walk towards the second child on her list.

Jane was sitting on her bed when Ellen entered her room. It wasnt a horrible room, per say, but it was definitely not quite as fancy as Zarian's. Discrimination, thought Ellen, one of the unfortunate consequences of needing those in power to have impressive abilities.

She was a tad bit short for her age, with black hair that seemed to be somewhat messy, but not to an extreme degree. She had golden eyes that seemed clouded, which would have been strange three hundred years ago before the rise of powers, but now it was simply normal.

"Hello Jane, My name is Ellen and I am here on behalf of the authorities to check on your mental health. I am capable of doing this with my ability, if you will allow me to use it on you?"

"Yes, I suppose you could." The voice almost sounded like it was echoing in some strange manner, like two people spoke half of it each.

She approched Jane and laid her hand on Jane's, and activated her ability. For just a second before her hand left Jane's, Ellen looked at the young girl's face. Her eyes.

Golden eyes.

She felt cold, oh so cold, once they were no longer clouded they looked through her, peeled her open like an insect and tore every little part of her in half to see what was inside.

She left the room without anymore words, and then, once she was out of sight she ran, ran away like Erlking himself sat in that bed. She didnt tell her superiors what she did, or what happened. She just gave them the orbs they wanted, and then she slept. She remebered it for a few days, but once she got a call for her next job she had forgotten the fear of being picked apart.