Searching for redemption (Entei, Emmalyn Smith)

Emmalyn was just walking down the streets of New York, hoping she could go by unnoticed. She liked feeling like just another person walking by, knowing that none of the people around her knew what she had done, and what she was capable of. She wished she didn't know what she had done, but she did. If only the other person in her head would leave, maybe she could go back to her normal life. "You know, Anne," to anyone else, Emmalyn was talking to herself, but to her she was talking to the Lady that was walking with her on her right. It seemed she was just talking to herself, and she was. The lady looked just like her, but she didn't know that she was the only one who saw her. "If it weren't for you, I could live a good normal life. Maybe I could even be a Nurse by now. Ohh please," To Emmalyn, the other lady was responding to her, but to other people, she was just responding to herself in a different tone. "If it weren't for me, our life would suck. Face it, Emmalyn. You need me. No, without you my life would be good. And I'm going to do whatever it takes to get rid of you. You can't get rid of me. If you did, you would be lost. You'd end up in jail. Then I'll just make up for what you did." She took a fast turn into a building that had a sign about hiring people like her. 'Maybe I can do something here' She thought to herself as she stood in the middle of the building, almost with a look of being lost.

"Ugggh..." Michael Krieger sighed out, running a hand through his spiked hair, resting at the half shaved portion. His cerulean eyes looked out at the office in front of him, and he lazily pulled at his tie, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in the suit he was wearing. It was three pm, which meant another two hours of boring, mind numbing paper work, before he could go home and be with his beloved, alien girlfriend, Uzma. As he continued to diligently go over reports that made little, to no, sense to him, his tail snaked out behind him, itching at the back of his head. It was a nervous tick of his, something he did without even realizing it when stressed out, or confused. In this case, it happened to be both.

"Sir." The disembodied voice of his secretary, Lily, rang out through the speaker that rested on the far end of his desk, next to his holographic keyboard. "There's a strange girl in the office, security seems worried, and asked me to consult you about what to do."

Letting out another sigh, Michael ran his finger in the air space in front of his computer, bringing the machine to life, a holographic screen shimmering into life in front of him. It showed the security footage for the lobby, and the strange, confused looking standing in it. Michael frowned, his brows creasing into a scowl. The security, and in fact every employee, in this company was either a meta human of some sort, or at least half demon. Any person in this building could deal with this seemingly normal girl, without interrupting his work, yet, they seemed to get some thrill from bothering the boss. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a hero, or had the most combat oriented powers in the building. Regardless, he stood from his desk, buttoning together his suit jacket as he crossed the floor of his personal office, opening the glass doors to his reception area, and giving Lily a bored look.

"Mr. Krieger." She said with a smile, gesturing beneath her desk. "Shall you be needing your sword for this?"

"No, most likely not." Michael responded, holding out a single hand for the girl. "However, you can teleport me in front of her, save me some time. Oh, and, have the security guards waiting in my office when I return."

"As you wish." She said, snapping her fingers, and sending her boss through the dimensional rifts she was capable of controlling, and using to teleport herself and others. With a crack, and a small amount of blue fire, Michael appeared in front of the girl.

Standing at six foot, three inches, Michael was a tall, imposing nineteen year old. Feral looking eyes, and long elf like ears adorned his strong, angular face. Two, small, gold rings were pierced through each ear, and hung down, catching the florescent lights of the office lobby. His mid length black-blue hair was spiked, and hung down in front of his right eye, with the left side of his head shaved, giving him a very 'punk' look. In contrast, the suit he wore was very nice, expensive even, and hand pressed. His entire appearance seemed to contradict itself. His clothes screaming professional business, and his looks shouting young vagrant.

"Hello." He said kindly to the girl as he appeared, the blue flames being his own, and swirling around him before disappearing. "My name is Michael Krieger, and I am in charge of this office building. How may I help you?"

Emmalyn jumped back when she saw the man appear if front of her. She knew lots of people had extraordinary powers, but she still hadn't seen much, if any, in use other than hers. "Umm, Hello," She said, rather shyly. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, it's just that I saw that this business hires people with unnatural abilities, and I have one. I was wondering, if maybe..." She then straightens up. "Ugh, sometimes it's so annoying watching her try to talk to people. So, we have the power to enhance our senses, and Emmalyn wants us to use this power to make up for some bad stuff we've done. She wants to know what this company does, and if there is the slightest chance she could get some work. Though, we will warn you now, Emmalyn is weak, and you shouldn't hire her. You can stop talking now!" She then looked at Michael with a look of embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, maybe I should just leave now."