Officer Wren and Officer Finch were called in to inspect an abandoned warehouse on the turnoff of Town Farm Rd. A few teenagers had been caught earlier in the month for consuming something illegal and the woman who drove by the building swore she saw another one hiding out on the roof. The description of the person was far from detailed as she had only caught the smallest of glints. All she saw before the figure ducked her head from out if sight was that the person was a young girl (possibly a teenager), had long dark hair (either black haired or a brunette), and thinner than an ordinary person’s health would allow (starving in other words).

This made absolutely no sense whatsoever. Everyone knew the roof was caving in. If you were to toss a stone onto the slated roof, the section where that rock would land would crumble and fall. Restoration fore the pathetic stability was never going to be. The warehouse was scheduled to be destroyed in the fallowing year. Someone would take one look at that building and turn right around. No one in the right mind (those teenagers last month were under the influence so they were in no correct state of mind) would want to come back or even stay within sight of the warehouse.

Their police cruiser pulled into the gravel drive of the monstrous warehouse. Wren’s vehicle was fallowed by an ambulance containing a paramedic and a few tetanus shots. You never knew when someone might step on a rusty nail or two.
The police officers parked onto a turf of muddy grass near the siding of the building. The ambulance stopped with a quick halt, skidding pebbles everywhere. Wren rolled down his windows, smoothed back his thistledown hair and picked up his radio. He purposely didn’t turn the transmission on but began to talk.

“Yeah Charlie, [whoever he was] we got ourselves an impostor alright!” he thundered into the receiver making sure the nurse in the back of the ambulance could hear him. He squawked and mumbled a few nonsense words then cringed his voice into the imitation of static interference. “I’ll just check the place out while holding my trusty firearm with me just incase anything dangerous happens to be lurking around trying to catch me off guard... [more imitation mumbling]…oh why thanks Charlie; you’re right, I’m always alert!”
Finch snorted. “She’s not going to buy it so will you stop fooling around?” she laughed. Her almond hair was tucked into a tight ponytail today. Not an unusual pick of the many hairstyles she wore.

He poked his head out the window and looked back to see in the nurse had bought the scene. Apparently she was because when he turned to look out the other window; she giggled and blushed as he flashed a smile. She was entirety unaware he had played both sides of the conversation. He placed a few extra score points on his side of his mental scoreboard. Now in order to win that dinner he’d ask her in a few minutes, he would have to prove his courage.

The arresting of a teenage girl shouldn’t be hard but hardly worth the courage he was able to reveal. Maybe the possibility of collapsing floors and roof might be an opportunity for a few sparks of bravery to show.
Finch rolled her eyes and muttered something inaudible then stepped out of the car. Wren slid from his car and fallowed her up the front steps. The fire charred doorway creaked on rusted hinges. Every window and opening of the warehouse showed signs of the devastating fire that had broke out all those years ago while it was still being used. The front entrance had been the only entrance. This safety feature was skipped over until the night of the fire. People were trampled trying to escape the flame.
The town counsel agreed it was already too damaged for repair and the lack of safety additions left the workers vulnerable at all times. The replacement was built barely a year later on the other side of town.

Once again he glanced back to be sure she was watching. She slipped between the open doors and slowly walked through into the first floor and hissed for him to fallow. A trashcan was the first thing they noticed sitting in the far corner. It was stuffed to the brim with rotting fruit and vegetables along with a few bottles of freshly empty soda. It was obvious there was someone trespassing and had done so for the past week at least.
Officer Wren heard a thump from the floor above. He strained his ears to hear more and found a soft and deep breathing from the source of the bang. The little girl was about to be brought home. She was probably a runaway foster child or just skipping school.
He signaled for his partner to fallow as he maneuvered his feet carefully up one rotting stair at a time with a constant grip on the banister at all times.

When they reached the second floor the feminine breathing was louder from the room near the side overlooking the drive. It was the office, or rather what was left of the office.
The second thing the experienced and motivated police officers noticed was something they couldn’t recognize with a logical explanation. There were no charred walls or ashes surrounding the office. Piles of the ash had been blown from the area surrounding the office. The floor was spotless and gleaming like a freshly polished mirror. Gigantic machinery too heavy for five full grown men to pick up was shoved from one end of the room to another. They left fresh scratches along the floor and impressions in her mind.
Everything all at once had been swept in one motion in the space of one second. It was as if I gigantic hand scooped everything up and tossed it across the room. The report said it was just a little girl! It was just a little girl; there was absolutely nothing to be afraid of…or was there?

Wren took the right side of the door while Finch neared the right. Everyone always joked about how fitting it was for them to be partners with their coinciding names. Together they threw open the door and passed through the opening. The two pulled their guns from their holsters. This was not part of the original plan but the sight of the full second floor stained their memories.

The teenager had been sleeping on a thin stretch of blankets but the sudden force of the two adults streaming into the room awakened her. She leapt to her feet, mouth opened in horror. The two officers took in every detail of her appearance. Her neatly combed black hair cascaded down to her hips. She was the normal height of someone her age but withered and slimmed from starvation. The cloak that had covered her in sleep now tumbled to the floor. A skirt flowed with flexibility and swiftness. Her shirt was torn down the side however.

“Don’t move; raise you hands over your head!” Finch thundered.
She snapped out of her surprise. The little girl separated her full lips and shouted a word so low Wren didn’t think he had the vocal cords capable of emitting such a tone. She began to weave strange motions and dances with her arms.
The shockwave hit them hard. Both adults were blasted from the room and shot to the other end of the open second floor. Finch screamed as the wind rushed to throw another attack. Wren scrambled with his radio and shouted for back up. They were being attacked.

There was a police cruiser only half a mile away when he received the message. The officer driving the vehicle switched the blaring lights to life and flew into the direction of the chaos.
Wren and Finch were being pressed against the wall by a continuous stream of wind. The little girl sprinted from the office still singing. She stopped chanting the enchantments and let the officer’s fall to the ground.

“I ensnare the wind!” she thundered. Her voice was unlike any they had ever heard. In some places of her speech it was lower than the human ears could hear while in other sections it was incredibly high. The voice warbled and echoed in ways no mere human should have been able to achieve. She continued. “I was born and raised human yet that does not mean I am one! I do not fallow your law, nor will I allow myself to be contained!”
While the teenager said these words, the air escaped and reentered the room throughout different patters of different areas. The air pressure thickened with each quiver of her voice. A suspicion came to the two officers: She was controlling the wind.