The door burst open and the Chief slid through. He sighed upon meeting her gaze, and walked towards the metal chair facing Iris. He slammed the notepad he brought on the table and sat down without a word. For a whole minute, they were sitting in silence, as if waiting patiently for a bomb to explode that was the Chief.
“You may start, Detective Anderson,” he announced, his unusual cold voice lingered in her ears. He clicked the button on a small tape recorder and the red dot started to blink. He put his hands on the table, cupping it together at the center as he bore his grudging eyes on her.
“First day,” Iris muttered, resting her back against the chair displaying no penitence. “I moved according to my plan. I managed to get information about how their organization works from a common friend which is one of them. He gave me the instructions on how to apply for the position of a hunter. A hunter is
“Mom, someone spilled choco milk on my shirt.” Little Madelaine pulled her shirt to show the brown stain on it. Her eyes were red and puffy as she looked up to her mother who gave a sad smile. “It’s okay honey, no harm done. Let’s just wash it off at home, okay?” her mother answered, grabbing her hand, guiding her out from the school. “But she intentionally poured it to me! And…this is Mickey,” she insisted pouting her soft pink lips, her fingers trailing over the sequence design sewed on her shirt that followed the shape of her favorite cartoon character. “This is my favorite shirt…” “I’m so sorry about that, Mads. I’ll talk to your teacher and she will handle whoever did that, okay?” “Why don’t you just scold her yourself, Mommy? I had one classmate who accidentally hit her face the
The red sedan car ahead decelerated and slowly turned to the right where the road leads to the city. Iris stepped on the brake, bringing the car to a halt, looking at the sedan slowly blur from her eyes as they take the detour. She stepped out of the car, the little hairs around her nape raised from the cold breeze that hit her skin. The month of iced coffees and tan lines had gone off and the raging storms and almost negative degrees celcius weather took over, one which Iris loathed from among all seasons in her life.She grabbed the freezing metal bars of the “DEAD END” barricade placed at the center of the unpaved road which was just a few steps away to an unfinished residential location built for the homeless people but was just used as a front act during the election of officials—one for sure to gain their vote, and two to show fake humility to the people.Max got off the car following her, frowning on wh
The assassin assigned to the back door stepped out to greet her. With a cocked eyebrow, his calloused big hands reached for the machine gun hanging around his barrel chest. “What are you doing here?” he asked when Iris finally approached him. She noticed the eerie silence around, her eyes flickering on the window upstairs.“I need to check the officers,” she answered boldly, narrowing her eyes on the Nightcrawler trying to recall who was in front of her. Barely knowing all of their faces, Iris had gotten used to seeing only two to three assassins that she usually meet to hand over their rivals and gang chickens back on when she was just hunter. She noticed that there were new faces like this man, ones that were grubbier than those she knew. She barely knows their gang members but if there is one thing remarkably common about them is that they always let their guards down around themselves. “You all will be fuc
‘I told you there is a proper way to deal with it, haven’t I?’Iris was afloat. She knows because she has been looking for a concrete surface below her feet but she couldn’t feel anything. She wanted to open her eyes, but every time she tries, her eyelidsfelt like tearing apart. ‘You didn’t listen to me, Madelaine. I have told you a hundred times not to use your power against anyone.’‘But Mom…’ she sobbed, not really parting her mouth to utter the words. She said it aloud in her mind instead, in where the soft soothing voice of her mother lingeredto talk to her. ‘They killed you…I’m lost too—I don’t know who I’m supposed to side with anymore.&
The knob twisting open caught Claire’s attention, there wasn’t a knock which should have come first if it was the hospital people. Her hand reached automatically under her pillow and searched for her gun. Her eyes caught the clockat her bedside tablealmost ticking to three in the morning. She unintentionally had to spend all her energy at nightfor she had been sleeping all day, missing the fact that no one visited her except for the nurse who occasionally checks on her vitals. Her phone hadn’t rang once and hence also lie rested on the bedside table idly. Her fingertips finally felt the rough handle and as the door swung open she pulled it and pointed it outward. Through the dimness. Her eyes were able to see aslender figure slid through, thin arm searching for the wall and flicked the lights on.Claire sighed in relief when the light painted the room in a bright glow. The pace of her breathing normalized. “Anderso
Max’ mind was swirling along the waves of events that happened so fast, he could not remember them all. One moment his heart was pounding fast as he ran towards the house in a remote residential area and climbed up to the second floor that he wasn’t even prepared to do, and the lack of training was almost certain to bring him to his death either by falling or with the Nightcrawlers would catch him. But he mostly remembered the joy and excitement he felt when he finally broke inside and saw the same expression to the ten officers who were all stripped off of their clothes and tied like dogs at a freezing cold room. Freeing them from the ropes was the only minute that felt right, and at the exuberance of their joy when Max gave the floor a jump to give a sign to Iris he had done his part just like what she had instructed, he realized it was the gravest mistake he ever did. He remembered hearing the rain of gunshots underneath them and his first instinct was t
The rain poured hard, slashing on the windshield of Max’s car as he drove off to the address of the Sanatorium that William had sent. His eyes drifted from the road to his cellphone resting on his cup holder, thinking about the strange call Iris had made. It wasn’t that he didn’t like what she said but rather if she had really meant it,becauseif there’s someone who’d be doing everything to stop him from going to William, it would be her. A lightning slashed through the starless sky and the thunder roared after, it wasn’t that long until Max had found the tall castle-like institution—a total creepy place he thought, butthen he realized it was the place he really expected knowing thathe’s dealing with a psychopath. Stepping out of the car, he didn’t mind getting drenched on the rain. A warm light was coming from inside, creating a shadow of a man stretched over the ground by the front window. He narrowed his eyes,blin
The long steel bar scratching against the window glasses woke the little Madelaine up from her sleep. Hugging her crocodile stuff toy her Mom gave her, she jumped out from her bed and sauntered towards her door but immediately halted when she heard a loud thud coming from outside. Gripping the knob with her soft tiny hands, she twisted it open and peered through the small gap she made. She heard her mother’s cries, pleading as she knelt on the floor with her hands cupped together, her back turned on Iris. She flinched upon hearing the sharp noise of the steel bar as it clanked on the tiled floor of their house. “Please, don’t take my daughter, you can bring me instead…please!” her mother cried out. From the gap of her door, she could only see half of his fath
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