Chapter 43
Police sirens disturbed the quietness of the forest. Chief Danillo personally went with the officers to see Max and his sister upon receiving their call that they were at the Sanatorium. Aside from the broken door and the blood spilled on the floor, they found Max and Georgia sitting idly unscathed inside the now abandoned castle of the Nightcrawlers.
“They got Anderson,” Max announced mindlessly, his voice sounded neutral and hollow. “They got Anderson, Chief,” he repeated, his voice almost cracked, his eyes firmly looking at the Chief.
“I’m sorry Carter, we came late,” the Chief said, sympathetic. “You have nothing to worry about, we’ll be searching for her all night. They wouldn’t reach anywhere far from here,” he assured and lifted his hand to pat him on his back. His gaze landed on Georgia whose eyes were nervously roaming around, watching
The sun had settled itself into the horizon as Max dragged the last box of Claire’s things inside her newly renovated apartment. Just across the building was the view of the bay that glistens like a thousand crystals floating at any point of the day.“Do you have any plans tonight?” Max spun around, and saw Claire’s hands occupied with plastic bags that looked like a whole bunch of meats and cans of beers. She wiggled her eyebrows at him which made him chuckle.“None that I can trade for with cans of beer,” he answered grinning. He walked towards her to get the plastics and put them on the kitchen. Claire’s place was big enough to have a small kitchen area, a bathroom that fits a bathtub, and even had space for her computers beside the bed. She had the walls painted white and designed it in Scandinavian style, matching all of her furniture and decors in a warm nude color scheme with a t
“Are you leaving already?” Claire peered through the door of her room and asked Max who was already wearing his jacket. Flicking the lights on, she squinted her eyes when the light hit them. She glanced on the clock that was ticking near eleven o’clock midnight. She didn’t realize she fell asleep while watching a movie with the boys at the living room, and then woke up already tucked in her bed.“Yeah,” Max answered. “The Chief wants us to get early in the office tomorrow. There’s an upcoming case that he prefers we two should handle,” he answered as he walked near her.“Okay, drive safely, please pick me up tomorrow, Hoon and Lance also need to get back, they can’t stay here.” Claire requested sleepy, her eyes half-closed. Max gave her a small smile.“You should sleep more, I’ll go ahead okay?” Max turned around and w
“Mr. Hooper,” Max called and stood up. “A not so good day to meet you.” Stretching his arm for a handshake, Max already felt his blood boil upon seeing the face of the only Nightcrawler that they caught after a long time of chasing. Calix Hooper received his hand and shook it tightly, holding Max in his mischievous gaze.“Well, I was hoping for the Chief so…it’s definitely also not a good day for me to meet you instead,” he said, breaking the handshake and sat down right away. He leaned back against the chair and lifted his legs, casually putting them crossed above the table. “Did he sent you here? What did he say about my proposal?”Max sat down quietly, he didn’t let him have the upper hand and went straight to the point. “He’s still thinking whether to accept your offer or not,” he said trying to sound provocative as much as he can. But Cali
Max is a keeper of his word. He was really going to make a deal with Calix Hooper to get him out in exchange of his information but as soon as his mind was filled with all the odious stories of Iris, he couldn’t suddenly grasp the reason why he should help him get free.He still had so many questions—where are the Nightcrawlers are hiding now? Is it really true that Lieutenant Fonollosa was dead? Who is that Lieutenant and just how powerful is he to cover the crime that he did on Iris’ family?Does Iris really had that ability that Pavo Hatcher inflicted on her?He could remember all the inexplicable times when he really thought that were only an effect of the medications he’s taking. He remember the very first time he saw Iris do it, the second day after she came in St. Valen’s unit. He definitely saw at the corner of his eyes when Iris was facing him as he talked with an offi
“You found anything?” Lance swerved around to peer at Hoon’s computer and saw him scrolling through Max’s data. Lance sighed and said, “That’s not what you’re supposed to do, Dude.”Hoon shrugged. “I just wanted to research a few more facts about him. I can’t believe he’s that kind, we shouldn’t trust kindness remember.” Hoon clicked on one link and a thousand codes of numbers and alphabets colored in green and red filled the screen in columns, flowing like a stream of water. After a whole minute, it came into a halt with a bar blinking for a few times before the screen turned white and St. Valen’s database flashed right in front of their eyes.“Ah-ssa!” he exclaimed and giddily scrolled down on hundred police officers’ profiles. He hovered to the search engine and typed Max’s name.“You better
Hoon banged his head against the table and yanked it upward quickly, the sound of the loud thump made Lance flinch who was behind him drinking his coffee, it almost spilled on his shirt. Massaging his reddened forehead, Hoon yawned and turned to him. “My eyes are already stinging,” he said sleepy.Lance rolled his eyes at him and squeezed his eyes with his fingers. “Claire said we should head back to the dorm as soon as we finish this,” he answered and glanced at the clock that was nearing to tick at twelve midnight. “But she didn’t said it will be today. She probably meant tomorrow morning.”They both looked at Claire who was sitting on the carpet with her eyes glued on her laptop, and across her sitting was Max who was also doing the same. For hours of tracing every police officer’s phone who was working on that prison, they didn’t mutter a word except when they ask if som
“She’s been like that for a couple of months now.” Hoon pulled Claire’s blanket further over her chest. Max was sitting beside her across, staring with the worry still engraved on his face.“What do you mean for months? She didn’t tell me anything,” Max answered. Partly, he kind of actually understand why he doesn’t know much about Claire for the past month—the past year, even. He was aloof from her, and avoiding much conversations that might lead to a topic about Iris. Devastated was the term he named for the feeling in his chest, but he also knows it roots on penitence. He could’ve saved Claire, he could have done better choices that night, but instead Iris was the one who even let her free and he lost her too.While he was just there, standing still like a coward that he is. And from then on, he couldn’t even utter her name anymore, as if it was something that
“He’s been shot three times to the chest and head. The shooter came at around eight in the evening just in time when Calix’s food will be delivered. He clearly knows when to attack, more so when’s the best time to take the opportunity to kill Hooper.”The Chief turned his screen around for Max to see and played the video tape from the prison cells. The old man from the front desk was seen sleeping on the footage, both his feet placed over his desk, Max heard the Chief sighed in disappointment. Acouple of police officers went in, and parted ways after glancing at each other. Their faces weren’t visible because of the police cap and surgical masks they were wearing and the thick-framed glasses which blocked the sight of their eyes. The Chief flicked the screen to another camera which was giving out the view of the cells and the elevator that goes upward. One of those masked officer walked in and glanced on ea
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