Lance pulled Max away from Claire’s room and saw Hoon staring at them as they go. “Where are you guys going?” he asked, frowning.
“There is something that we need to discuss, and it will be fully confidential,” Lance answered. Hoon nodded and stood up, he walked towards them and opened the door.
“Let’s go!” he said. Lance sighed at him, shaking his head as they went out, but Max abruptly stopped.
“How about Martin?” he asked and glanced around at her door. Max was still suspicious of the whole phone call that they just had. He was certain that they aren’t alone at that time and that there was someone else in the house. “Are you sure you guys didn’t had any visitors?”
Lance shrugged. “Claire doesn’t allow visitors. Remember? We even turn street cameras elsewhere whenever you or us come here?&r
Max didn’t turn to see who it was. No, he couldn’t. There wasn’t much people in his list to know who was the person behind him and a few names have run on his mind but one felt stronger than the others. And the voice when the person spoke confirmed his guess.“Drop your weapon on the floor,” said a woman’s firm voice, one that he’s been seeking to hear for almost a year, and the one which made his heart jump in joy despite the situation they were in. Max carefully dropped his gun on the floor and placed both of his hands in the air. “Turn around,” the voice once demanded. Slowly, Max turned around, anticipating a shock expression on Iris’ face upon seeing him.But as he turned around, the terror chose to wear his face instead. In front of him was indeed Iris, Max was sure about that. But she didn’t look anything like her. Half of her face was ch
Max wanted to defend himself, to say that what his father did was not a crime for him to bear nor what he needs to pay. He wanted to voice out the frustrations, the anger, the resentment towards his father, but most of all he wanted to tell Iris how unfair it is for her to say that he’s unworthy for her trust anymore.But none of the intrusive words came out from his lips, because what he felt was different from what he wants to do; sympathy. Because of all people, he should be the one first to know how it feels like to lose a parent. So even though she was glowering at him like he was the one who murdered her parents, he deeply breathed and nodded at her. “This is your only chance to go with me, Anderson. Please, let me save you this time.”“No!” Iris yelled. She pulled out the gun once again and pointed it at his head. Her trembling hands told Max that she was still being watched. “I don&rs
“It feels so good not getting your hands dirty just to kill someone, don’t you think? I always wonder why the hell aren’t you enjoying much of this power.”Iris spit the blood from her mouth. Her wrists felt like being pricked by a thousand needles, she stepped on her foot, and screamed in pain when it slipped on the wet metal floor, pulling her body down but restrained with the metal chains that were tied up tightly around her hands. She wanted to cry, but even shedding a tear felt exhausting for her body. And instead, it bled nonstop.William stepped closer to her, he held her chin and tilted her head up, getting a clearer view of her swollen and scarred face. “Tsk tsk tsk,” he clicked his tongue, his cold fingers trailed on her forehead and tucking in the strands of her hair soaking with her sweat. His touch was delicate like a fallen leaf brushing against her skin. “I can’t keep doing this
Max drove like a maniac going back to Claire’s place. Two times he had beaten the re lights and his cellphone was ringing nonstop from the Chief’s calls. He sought every shortcuts that he knew—a sort of advantage for being a detective. Once he arrived at the building, he sprinted upstairs, not waiting for the elevator anymore upon seeing it was stuck at the seventh floor.He was already at the front door when it burst open in his face, he saw Hoon—soaking in sweat and his eyes filled with horror—standing on the doorway looking at him. “Hoon!” he exclaimed. Hoon immediately jumped to hug him as he cried, lips trembling as he tried to speak but uttered no word.He pulled Hoon away and stared at his eyes. “Where’s Lance??” he asked but Hoon was too frightened to speak. “Stay here, okay?” he demanded and walked inside with his gun in his hands. “Claire?&r
Claire woke up to the sound of a bag zipping up. She blinked to adjust her eyes to the dimness of her room as she struggle in dizziness to get up. “Max?” she called. Max turned to her, already putting his bag over his shoulders. “What are you doing?”“Hey.” Max smiled at her. “I’m just going out for a second. How are you feeling?” He sat at the edge of her bed, and reached for her hand that was rested over the blanket. He gave it a light squeeze that was what she needed to remember what happened.“Oh my God,” she mumbled. Her eyes started to sting. She glanced over the door like she was waiting for someone to walk in. “What did I do with Lance and Hoon? I don’t recall everything, but I can remember they were crying in front of me…” Claire’s hand reached for her head, a throbbing pain creeping in.“They’re alright,
Entitling one as someone whom you share the same blood with was something that Max didn’t think he’d ever do. Not when it’s for Georgia, or for someone who’s in need of the same type of blood. And definitely not for a moment where he breaks his morals as a detective.But as the lady in the front desk turned her back on him to get outside of the counter just so she could greet him properly was something he was least expecting.With bulging, amused eyes, she beamed at him saying, “Good Lord! I was waiting for years to finally meet you!” She took him his hand and cupped it between hers. Max didn’t even had the time to collect himself when another enthusiastic—almost euphoric—remark came out from the lady’s red lips. “Your father must be upset it took you this long to collect his things,” she said.“W-What…are you talk
“Damien,” Iris’ hand wrapped around his wrist. “Can you not leave?” she asked hesitating. The dimness of the room blocked her sight of his face, but the greatastonishment was loud in his silence.“What for?” he asked, filling his words with suspicion. “William will look for me.It’s only a few time before we switch positions with the boys outside.”“I…I just don’t want to be alone,I’m really sorry for bothering you more. Just give me just five more minutes?” Iris answered. Ashot of pain flowed in her feeble knees when she tried to bend it. Damien was quick to help her straighten them again. He sighed in defeat and sat on his chair beside her bed again.“Why don’t you just sleep Iris? Are you having trouble sleeping?”Iris nodded. “I’m having nig
Iris dropped to the ground when she tried to take a step. Her knees created a loud thud when they hit the cold floor of the room and a constraint yelp was all her lips could throw. Tearing up a little bit, she scrambled on her feet to put them together while Damien pulled her arm to help her get up. “Are you alright?!” he whispered, his eyes flickering from Iris and to the door.“I can’t feel my knees…” Iris muttered through gritted teeth. She saw a dark purple bruise on top of her knee. She wondered if does her skin became all sensitive from the lack of sunlight.Damien suddenly knelt on his knees in front of her, his back facing her as she stood. “What are you doing?” she asked, frowning.“Hop on my back,” Damien shortly replied. He glanced over his shoulder. “There’s no way you can run or jump or even walk with your body. You’
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