Sinners' street was an area of town filled with delinquents and other wannabe gangsters who lost their minds during the shift. This area was one of the last remnants of their world and when everything else changed around them. Sinners' street was left the same. Society couldn't understand why but like most things in the world people eventually accepted this too.
The architecture of the town wasn't the only thing that remained the same but the personality of it as well. This was a lower class area in the past with a high crime rate but now things were slightly different.
In recent years, this area was taken over by some rich con artist selling fake versions of the new sun screen on the market The decrepit area became sold as a location where conversations remained private. The current government had no interest in patrolling the area or drawing a lot of attention to it. The councilors believed people didn't need more of a reminder that their old lives would never return to them. This fossil of a land mark was the spitting image of the past even if it wasn't a pretty one. The council instead decided to focus on mediating worries and enforcing people to be productive through establishing quotas in every job.This kept people busy and busy people couldn't think for themselves or focus on the situation they were in too thoroughly.
In Sinners' street, a regular person walking into the area was like an animal walking into a trap out of its own free will. People who weren't locals needed to pay thugs in the area in advance to have a meeting there. Only really desperate people went here and one hundred percent of the time it was because they were in some kind of a life or death situation. This is what led to Ivory having no choice but to comply with the unknown contact's request to meet at a bar on Sinners' Street.
The brisk cool air was refreshing for her despite the fact she was approaching a crime-infested area. Ivory looked in the distance as the light green sign for Sinners' street came into view. Every single store or house looked like it had been broken into. There were multiple broken windows and houses with doors that flew off the hinges that laid on the ground. A disgusting sight to see from her life living in perpetual boredom. A life Ivory now began to miss.
Ivory checks her phone cautiously, "Where was the bar? Is it still further away?"
She looks back at her inbox where the unknown contact had sent her a series of mysterious messages. The messages seemed to have completely disappeared. Ivory scrolls through her inbox in a desperate attempt to find the messages but to no avail.The messages were gone, someone must not have wanted to be tracked.
Ivory grits her teeth, "That's great. I was in the den of crime without any idea as to where I was going."
Ivory walks further into the town with her guard up. She had to be prepared for anything. Ivory paid attention to the sound of her own footsteps or the trails of red shattered glass on the ground that if followed could have shown her something more sinister. As she started to pick up the pace, another set of footsteps started behind her. The young woman's face went pale as she held tightly to the small generic pocket knife in her white coat's pocket.
Ivory takes one right turn heading towards a broken house nearby to see if the suspicious person would follow. Her theory is proven correctly as she continues to hear their footsteps. She feels her legs shake from fear and is unable to move. Ivory stops in her tracks but doesn't turn around to face her pursuer trying to remain unfazed like she was a local.
Ivory's voice shakes, "Stay back. I'm armed."
She had never threatened someone like this before. Her performance was most likely not convincing at all.
The footsteps stop multiple steps behind her.
She turns this time to face her pursuer trying to show she wasn't afraid at all. The woman behind her was an old lady who seemed to be blind with two long scars trailing down her face. She had olive skin, wore a red scarf, and was wrapped in some sort of a blue holiday sweater with a pair of light gray sweat pants. The old woman had long grey and white hair with an empty look in her eyes.
Ivory stumbles on her words, "I'm so sorry. I thought you were following me."
The old woman replies slowly with a hint of anger, "I was. We were going to meet, weren't we?"
Ivory felt the coldness returning to her body at that moment. The ability wanted to be released once more. The coldness wanted to exit her body. She saw the blood vessels under her skin glow in the light of the endless day. The older woman's blood vessels under her skin began to glow after hers revealing the red marks spreading on her neck.
Ivory gasps, "You have the sun burn."
The older woman chuckles, "That's the most obvious part here dear. The thing you didn't explain over text was just how far you were progressing…"
Ivory shakes her head, "Progressing? What's that mean…"
The older woman frowns, "Are you able to change the temperature of an entire room at will?"
Ivory thinks back to the hospital where she unconsciously did exactly that.
Ivory says in a daze, "I think I can but I can't control it."
The older woman smiles, "That's obvious. I'm surprised that they wouldn't have taken you by now."
Ivory says with a half smile, "How haven't they taken you? You've most likely had this ability way longer than I have."
The older woman's face changes into a solemn expression, "Everyone has the potential to have the sun burn dear. This is yet another test that was added to this new world and I ended up passing."
Ivory shakes her head, "What if I don't want to pass? What if I don't want this ability?"
The older woman's face changes to a sympathetic expression, "Come with me to the local bar around here. We have a lot to discuss."