What happens when an introvert has to mingle in a party that she doesn’t want to be a part of? When even against her will, she needs to smile, nod, and communicate with strangers? In that moment, at the grandeur of the Dales’ event, Iris thought that staying as a hunter for the Nightcrawlers and torturing people were the moments she would trade everything for just to get out of Eleanor’s eighteenth birthday party.
She massaged her forehead and looked up on the night, starless sky. She wondered how happy she would have been if she was staring at the same sky but on her rooftop with a beer on her hand.
“You okay?” Max sat by her side, handing her a glass of champagne. His gray suit and hair neatly slicked back stood out from the ocean of black suits, well-trimmed beards and cocky smiles from all the men there. Even if Iris hates to admit, but Max was the closest man to look like a princ
“Detective Anderson, mansion level 2 requesting backup.” Iris breathed deeply. She recognized the man and she knows that he was a Nightcrawler. All the time she was sitting there outside, she almost could not believe that she was not seeing anyone from their gang—because all the while they were actually inside, probably waiting for the Dales to come. She clenchedher jaw as she slammed her back against the wall, hiding herself. “I said mansion level 2, backup now!”And now she can’t even understand why Max was there all alone when there was no undercover agent left at the party. All that she received from the earpiece were static noises as if someone’s blocking their communication. Her eyes roamed around the darkness, finding something that she could use.“Move, now!”“Shit,” she hissed when she heard the man yelled as Max continued to s
Let me tell you about the day I got my firsts.I was ten. My Mom just picked me up from school, waving her hand up in the air with the usual smile she always wore no matter the situation our family was in. And just like yesterday and the other school days before, I ran up to her, my backpack juggling behind me as I held up the first medal I got from a poster contest of our school.On our way home, all I could remember was our laughter. She looked so proud upon knowing I have beaten the daughter of that rude woman who always gave her dirty looks just because she looked younger than most of them—condemning her for getting pregnant at the age of twenty by a man she barely knows, and raising me with a different man. We were new at the neighborhood, and our story spread faster than the light like we were a newfound attraction
Max held Iris by her arms as they made it outside the Dale’s mansion. The police officers were all scattered inside and outside, several police cars came at the scene with their loud sirens wailing around. The guests are all escorted out, all brows furrowed and their eyes worried and confused. Some are arguing with the officers and refusing to give their statements.“Carter!” Sergeant Martin ran up to them, her eyes bulging as she pants. “Are you okay?” she asked, but her eyes quickly darted to Iris who was still in shock and was not muttering a word. “What happened with you two?!”“I think she’s having a panic attack. She needs rest, don’t worry I’ll handle her. You should go inside.” Max gave a slight smile, reassuring Claire. She nodded reluctantly and gave another glance to Iris before she passed by but she felt a hand grabbed her arm so aggressive and
Iris woke up to the sound of a voice singing a song. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes adjusting to the sunlight casting from her window as she tried to get up from the bed.“Ouch,” she muttered, wincing from the pain on her wrist. “Damn, what the heck did I do?” She caressed her wrist, neatly bandaged but all stinging. She grunted when a shot of headache crept in when she tried to walk towards her door that was ajar. Pulling the door further open, the song came at the chorus and her eyes quickly darted to Max’s back, dancing in her kitchen while singing to a song playing from his phone.“What the hell are you doing?” she interrupted, surprising Max. He spun around with bulging eyes when he looked at her, quickly realizing that Iris was only in her undies. Upon meeting her eyes, he knew that she’s not aware of her state yet.Iris’ attention beckoned Max&rs
Iris heaved a deep sigh. She knew there is no way she can ever escape Max’s suspicion now. Even if he was a little dense, he is not stupid not to figure out that what he just felt was her scar—a familiar scar on where her tracker is located underneath.A soft knock came by the door, Iris squeezed her eyes shut trying to muster her courage to be insolent towards Max. She marched to the door holding her angry facade and pulled it open.“I said leave—” she stopped abruptly upon meeting a different pair of eyes, the person who was at her doorstep was someone she didn’t expect coming.“If you insist,” William muttered with a wry smile. “But I bet you won’t be able to hunt me for the next few days from now.”Iris’ expression softened, trying to hide her frustrated situation she was dealing with. “Come
“What are you doing, Anderson?”Iris jumped from the backseat to the passenger seat with her gun still pointed at Claire’s temple. She was wearing a tight fit overall, zippered on her chest, and a big grin on her face. “Breathe, girl. You might get a heart attack.”Claire exhaled slowly. Suddenly, every dreading second was frightening because Iris looked like a whole different person. Her eyes were dead empty and her words sounded hollow, as if she doesn’t care what her mouth will say. “Don’t make a mistake you’ll regret.”Iris let out an incredulous laugh, her eyes bulging as she spoke. “The only mistake I regret was letting you live this long, Martin. Now shut your mouth and fucking drive.”Claire turned to her and with a hesitant expression, she stared at her eyes meeting her deadly stares. “Kill me,”
William was humming as he entered, he closed the door behind him and when he turned around, his eyebrows furrowed on the mess that was on the floor.“Goodness, my child,” he muttered as he walked further in, his eyes fixated on Claire’s unmoving body. “What have you done?”Iris showed no expression. She pulled out a cigarette and with her trembling hands, she lit it open. William watched her as she puffs out the smoke, blocking his sight of her face. “Obviously, I killed her just like you wanted.”“I never said that,” he defended with a sly smile. His eyes darted back to Claire, narrowing it as he looked. He bent down and Iris could feel her heart wanting to jump out from her chest, she watched William nervously as he reached for her hand, searching for a pulse. Iris closed her eyes and bit her lip, and with a low chuckle from William made her hold her b
Claire’s finger moved which Iris’ eyes caught, she leaned forward narrowing her eyes, waiting for another movement. “Martin? Are you awake? Can you hear me?” she asked. Claire’s eyes slowly parted, squinting from the light cascading through the window beside her bed. Her chest went up and down fast as she started to breathe heavily, filling her lungs the air that has been stolen from her.“Hey, relax. You’re okay.” Iris quickly stood up from her seat and momentarily disappeared from the room to call the nurses. She came back bringing two who immediately injected morphine to Claire. “She’s fine, she just needs to rest more. Call us when she can’t bear the pain,” the other one said. Iris nodded and after attending to Claire’s needs they went out of the room.Claire’s eyes were empty staring at Iris who also didn’t know what to
The bullet pierced through the ceiling which created a hole going up to the very roof of the Jackson’s house. Iris’ rigid breathing filled the air, she heard the ringing in her ears that made her dizzy and caused her to stumble backwards but a pair of arms caught her before she even fall.William’s pair of eyes towered over her head and stared at her with so much rage. She mustered her strength to lift herself up, and when the sounds in her ears came swirling back, she stumbled forward to Max and hurried on his side. “You can’t control me, William. You’re not as strong as me!”William’s jaw clenched. The thunders roared outside and the windows rattled against the raging wind. The lights inside the house flickered, and as William had let seconds of him not moving pass, Iris grabbed the opportunity to untangle the ropes on Max without him noticing. Trying not to give anything that m
Iris had gone through all the stages of grief upon hearing what the Chief had told her. He quickly unlocked the cell to where she was, and pulled her out because she didn’t had the strength to even lift a finger.“Pull yourself together, Anderson!” he yelled at her face. “Max had gone to find Claire, he sent us a call recording and he’s right there with William!!”Atear fell from her eye and she blinked it away as she stared at the Chief. He was shouting, his lips were moving, but Iris seemed not to hear anything that he says. All she could process were the words that he had told her the first second he came here.Claire’s dead.“No..” she mumbled. Her hands reached up to her hair. “No!”“Listen to me, Anderson. We have to get Max out of there, William will kill him!!&rdq
After dropping the boys to the nearest hospital that only had two floors for all of its operations and to accommodate the patients the town of Sidburg only had, Max blindly passed money just for the doctors to take the boys, treat them and let them stay until he get back. Hoon didn’t even glance up on him and just followed Lance to the emergency room where the doctors had taken him.The rain had poured hard than it ever did at the town of Sidburg. Max had gotten the dark feeling of what’s waiting for him at the place Lance had told him they came back from. His breathing accelerated just by thinking of what happened to Claire, and the danger she’s in from the hands of William.Just by the time he came back to where he found the boys, his phone that was sitting on his dashboard rang violently. Not glancing at the caller, he picked it up and put on his earphone. “Hello?” he said.
Max rushed back to his house after the Chief decided to lock Iris up in the cell after she had pleaded for her freedom. He knew it is finally the time to unravel everything that his father and the police did on Iris and to her family. He holds all the evidences, and knows all the witnesses that will prove her innocence.Georgia pulled the door open for him and he didn’t even spoke a word to her and sprinted right to his room. “What’s happening, Max?!” she asked, panicking, she followed Max upstairs while holding the spatula because she had been cooking in the kitchen when he arrived. “Is something wrong? Why are you such in a rush?”“Iris needs my help, Georgia,” he answered, his eyes were shaking as if he doesn’t know where to start on searching for something. “Don’t leave the house, okay? It’s too dangerous right now. I’ll go ask some neighbors to a
Claire was suppose to tremble, to feel the panic in his chest, she was waiting for her heart to hammer inside or feel the cold in her hands and feet. But as she sat down on the soft chair beside the monitors and a bunch of wires connected to each other, all she ever felt was the shame on the two boys who were watching her across the room. Atear escaped her eye, she wasn’t really sure of what she will feel because the last time she undergone William’s experiment, she was already half dead.But now she’s wide awake, with her head pulsating in pain. The door burst open, and walked in were the doctors and his assistants wearing a complete uniform from head to toe, covering their identities and any evidence from their personalities. They had a suitcase in their hand, the doctor put I on the table and brought something out from it.—a little bottle, small as the height of a needle but thick as the thumb. It contains a somewha
Athick stream of blood oozed from Claire’s forehead. Slowly opening her eyes, she had found herself locked up in the dark. Her hand immediately searched the surroundings and felt the cold and smooth and of what sounded like aluminum metal basing on the clank it made when her nails slammed on it. Her breathing accelerated when her claustrophobia kicked in. With nothing to see, Claire wasn’t even able to feel her dizziness, but her head felt lightweight and almost airy.“Get me out of here!” she yelled, banging on the sides of the aluminum metal beside her. “Get me the hell out of here!!”There was a loud, creaking noise that came from in front of her. Ablinding light seeped in from the small gap it made, which caused Claire to squint her eyes as she finds herself crawling towards the dark again.Three loud thumps echoed through the whole container that she was
Chapter 75It wasn’t that her arms were already in pain from the tight grip, nor the fact that she’s being dragged again to the place that she’s not supposed to be at. It was because even with the different time, at a different city, the power of the police still prevailed. Iris thought that at this time there will be someone who will listen to her, someone who will care to really dig on her parents’ murder and make a move to clean her name.But after she cried in front of the Chief, he called two officers to go in and—with no remorse—he ordered her to be locked up. Max wasn’t able to do anything, but before she left the interrogation room, he promised that he will get her out as soon as he can, and that he will clean her name, which sounded really reassuring and comforting to hIris, if he only had the things that can prove her innocence. With all hopes gone and her long time plan went straight to th
Lance knocked gently on his room door. Swinging the door open, he found Claire just sitting idly by the edge of the bed and staring out from his window. He got worried that she might be feeling a little uncomfortable laying in a man’s bed so he got her an extra pair of sheets and pillow cases to sleep on for the night.“Are you wondering where she is now?” he asked, getting her attention. Claire spun around and smiled at him. She stood up and walked to help him change his covers."She's nothing like an ordinary woman, I'm sure she can protect herself even if he's against a hundred villains. She's a villain herself, you know." Claire chuckled, remembering just how tough Iris can be. "What I'm worried about is if does she still have the courage to be like that.""She's turned soft. Maybe because she's been with good people," Lance answered. "That's why you deserve to lay in bed with new shee
The Chief started to feel a lump on his throat, small as a marble, slithering against his flesh and feels like its popping big and growing long until it reached his lungs. He fell back to his chair, eyes bulging and his hands shaking in fear as he reach for Max who was also stunned at where he stood. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t utter a word, and the only left for him to do is to look back at Iris in his pleading eyes. Iris remained calm, staring at the Chief as he struggle to gasp for air. “You should have researched more about me. I have so much many secrets that I am keeping, and they are way bigger than you can ever imagine.” She leaned forward to throw her glares directly at the Chief who can’t even part his lips to speak and starts to sweat beads trickling down his neck and soaking his perfectly ironed baby blue shirt. “This is one of them.” The Chief finally was able to part his lips, but it was because something had locked up