Recognition || Jin & Eden
Adjusting to a new life in San Francisco wasn’t easy. The city was practically in ruins after all. Compared to the places Eden had lived in, it was like trash. She was lucky that she had all the money she could ever need considering even toilet paper was practically a luxury here for some people. Seeing it fall apart was unfortunate. It’d been a beautiful, clean city once. She knew a year ago she would have loved living here, with all their night life and places like Little Italy to explore. It still wouldn’t compare to Israel or Tuscany, but it’d be a hell of a lot better.
After some new assignments, Eden had whined to herself like this, pointing out all the things wrong with the new city, and comparing the people to the ones in the previous firm, but this really was different. It was like being trapped. She wasn’t in a firm, she was undercover in a bloody magic ring, as an assistant, and from what she’d heard – which hadn’t been much, the Senior Partners weren’t ones for communication – she’d be there indefinitely, and the surroundings weren’t pleasant. She felt dignified in her silent protesting of her new job, although there was still a twinge of guilt. They’d given her a beautiful life, who was she to question their orders?
Lien had given her instructions to monitor one of the fights between newbies. It was a tedious job, but no killing was allowed, and the owner didn’t seem to trust those she’d never met not to kill each other. Eden couldn’t blame her. If she were the owner of Enchanted Etiquette, she’d want someone to monitor them as well, though it didn’t make it any more enjoyable. She obeyed without so much as rolling her eyes. It’d taken years to perfect the monitoring of body language. Even the subtlest hint could blow your cover, and that was the last thing Eden wanted. It’d likely result in death, and she hadn’t failed yet. Failure wasn’t and option, it never had been. There was a reason she was created after all, and part of that was always succeeding.
A simple fire spell had ended up winning the match, and after that, she was free to go. There were no more fights for today, and she was off the hook for cleanup. Again she couldn’t help but compare this life to her last. She’d had friends there, even if Irit was no longer around because of her, and she had a purpose. A real one, beyond simply watching out for demons, and monitoring the repercussions for being outed to the public. She was responsible for keeping Wolfram & Hart in pristine condition. Even if this was keeping them safe, she hated it. She’d rather be in a place with action, or at least excitement. But humans were fragile, and they were scared. If she went clubbing, or even stayed out too long, it’d look suspicious. And fighting, although she wanted to, would be even more suspicious. For a city filled with destruction and chaos, life was awfully idle.
She exited through the front door and out of habit, checked her surroundings. The only things in sight were two demons. She was surprised there weren’t more, though the lack of humans was unsurprising. Any human with a brain was too afraid to come out at night. Eden walked towards her apartment, which was a few blocks away. From the outside it had to look reckless, but she knew for a fact that no matter what, she would make it there safely. Few demons were a match for her. Being caught was her only threat.
As Eden walked past the demons, one grabbed her wrist. A laugh escaped her lips, this was exactly what she wanted. Excitement. In the papers, she’d been hearing stories about more attacks happening on humans. She’d fooled them, like she had everyone else. She twisted her arm out of the demon’s grasp easily – his strength wasn’t particularly enhanced compared to hers. His friend punched her in the ribs and she pushed him off of her with her spare hand. She kicked her assailant’s legs out from under him and then snapped his neck. Eden looked around her for the friend, angry that he landed a blow on her, and he was nowhere in sight. “Of course he ran,” she muttered to herself, exasperated.
Footsteps were rapidly approaching from behind her. She flipped around, readying herself for another fight, and saw Jin standing there. “Jin?” She said in shock. She’d been caught, after all these years, she’d been caught. And it was by a man she’d just met.
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