Syra stared out the window of small efficacy apartment, watching as people hurried back and forth along the icy sidewalk. She didn't remember what it was like to run around with her friends, she couldn't remember what it was like to laugh with her best friend. It had been five years since she had let herself do those things, five years since she had let herself feel any emotion at all. Even now, using memories as her tools for her emotions, she couldn't bring forth any. Most people that she worked with said she was cold, like a marble statue that sat in the foray. Even the supernaturals that worked with the Specialized Enforcement Agency, or SEA, as most people called them, couldn't get a rise from her. She was emotionless and determined, focused solely on bringing down those who miss used there powers, wither they were human or supernatural. She didn't care who they were, but instead believed only in punishing them. She didn't really know if she had no emotion, or if she had just locked them tightly away after the incident when she was fifteen. She wasn't sure if she would ever get them back, but she wished she could. Without them she was only a few steps above those who abused their power for material gain.
Syra was pulled from her musings by the sound of the phone ringing shrilly. She looked at the caller id and sighed shrugging on her ankle length trench coat as she answered.
"Yeah Dan, I am on my way to training now." She said
"Sharp as ever Syramalik. I'll see you in five minutes."
"Don't call me that."
The phone disconnected and she heaved a sigh. She went to her closet and pulled out her, training clothes, spandex pants, a wrap around skirt, and a sports bra. She hated having to train with everyone else, knowing that once she was there she would have to endure their pitying looks and feel the men's hungry eyes and the women's anger. That was something she could never understand, why the women would be mad at her, it's not like she did anything that could provoke such a response. Then again she didn't understand why anyone found her attractive either. She wasn't friendly with anyone, never even smiled often enough to be considered to be flirting, and from what she had heard, most of the men found her to severe and man like. Yet every time she went to train the same things always happened, and she would return to her room more drained then she would have been coming back from a six month mission. Heaving a last sigh she left her room and went down the stairs to the training room. Everyone was already there waiting for her to show up, a few already practicing hand to hand or sword play. Syra had always found that amusing, here they were in the year thirty-fifty two and they still used swords along with every sort of weapon. After the year twenty, twenty-one, the human race had degenerated into their worst state when the existence of supernatural creatures came out. A battle took place and most of the human race had been wiped away, now they lived in a middle age future. Kings and queens, lords and ladies, yet there was still the perks of the future, cars, guns and the like.
