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’
Case No. 56Reporting Officer: Police Lieutenant Peter CarterIncident: Double Homicide of Jackson FamilyDetails of the Incident: Saturday at nine thirty in the evening, Lieutenant Peter together with an unknown man stopped by the Jackson’s residence. He stood by their doorway and once half-way in, he shot Mr. Jackson at the heart two times, followed by shooting his wife, Mrs. Jackson with a single blow at the head using a Beretta model 92 semi-automatic pistol. Later on as discovered, Lieutenant Carter was drunk and found lying on the floor of the Jacksons, together with the dead bodies. Daughter of the couple, Madelaine Jackson ten year old, was found alive at the kitchen cabinet, and was able to hide from the police officer. Reason for killing: Lieutenant Fono
The narrow and dim hallways of the detention center smelled like rotten tomatoes. From the line of about six bulbs illuminating the passageway, two were dead and one is even flickering. The state of the building was something that will easily crumble when hit by a mild earthquake. Cracks filled the dull-colored walls and even some doors were missing with knobs.It was unusually quiet for a detention center which holds juveniles as well. “Is anyone even here?” he asked keeping pace with Officer Diane.“Some were already transferred to prisons, and some got free. Currently we only have three who were all placed upstairs because they are quite loud and troublesome, I need to keep them away from my office,” she answered.Max sighed in disbelief. It was yet another flaw of the system that he once thought was for the welfare and the betterment of the cities. Juvenile criminals are tr
Max had spent all of his time watching Iris’ videos through Officer Diane’s laptop, while his mind went for a roller coaster ride of agony, guilt, and regret. He wished he could have turn back the time, so he could have done something to stop his father from being a puppet of the Nightcrawlers.He could have talked to him more often, he could have asked where he went everyday instead of just hanging around in his room playing his video games. He could have pondered about why he was always silent, and distant from them, he could have asked what was going on in his head. And when Iris’ face showed up on that screen again, with purple bruises around her eyes, staring far and muttering only one to two words, Max even wished he he shouldn’t have live at all, that way, maybe his father won’t be needing money to feed them if that was the reason of him joining the gang.But Max also knows that all of his t
William spun around after staring at Damien’s dead bodyfor a whole second with no remorse painted on his face. He saw Iris on her knees at the ground, looking at Damien with her widened, shaking eyes. Satisfaction immediately filled him inside because of her reaction. It was an eye candy for his dark soul. The last time she saw Iris looking like that was when she escaped the detention center and had been running on the road with nowhere to go,no one to call and completely helpless owning nothing but her pair of clothes which was not even enough to protect her from the cold.He had sent his men to go and catch her, not realizing that he should have sent more. Five have gone off but only two came back, holding Iris in her arms, weak and all messed up. The other three were ‘thrown’ at the bridge when they tried to threaten her with a knife. That is how he had confirmed just how powerful his brother’s creation is.When a Nightc
Max threw the flash drive into his cabinet, together with his badge and licenses which are the things that bearhis job as a Detective, without looking back, he slammed it close and exhaled sharply. He phoned the Chief as he glanced on his watch that was ticking near already to one in the morning.The Chief picked up at the third ring. “What the hell do you need in this godforsaken time, Carter?” he mumbled in a croaky, annoyed voice due to his interrupted sleep.“I need you to get a team ready,Chief.I’m going in to the Nightcrawlers’ den and I’ll be calling you once I secured the place. Tell them not to ring the sirens and bring a regular car, we’ll be raiding that place nice and quiet, are we clear?” Max shove his gun behind his back and went straight to Georgia’s room.“What?” the Chief yelled from the other line, sounding
A deep sigh gone through the Chief’s mouth as the sirens of police cars filled the whole church place. The report stated there were no one actually inside the church and was actually put up for demolition just eight months ago, if Max had speculated it right, the priest and the church people flew away as soon as the Nightcrawlers invaded them and occupied the bunker.“Why would they kill one of them and just leave him here?” the Chief asked frustratedly. “I have been working as a Chief for years, Carter. But the Nightcrawlers are really a tough job. I might get retired still not solving this one.” Max couldn’t look him at the eyes, because for the nth time, he had failed to capture them. “He is Damien Torento, he’s not from this country. The phone on his pocket has already been unlocked, and…” the Chief trailed off from his words. “…you might want to check it yourself.”
Iris woke up to the sound of utensils clanking against the ceramic plates. She groaned when a piercing pain immediately enveloped her whole body, her inner flesh felt as if it was beaten inch by inch and then grind into a pulp. She tried to move slowly, bringing herself up and felt every bone in her body screaming in pain. When her eyes darted to the ajar door, her heart almost jumped from her chest when she realized she didn’t know the place she woken up to. Racking her brain as she tried to familiarize the room, she swiftly shifted to defense mode when she heard the door creak.Max pushed the door slowly, his hands occupied by the tray of food. His lips immediately curled into a small smile when he saw Iris’ bulging eyes and her hands holding on the vase from the bedside table. When their gaze met, Iris’ mind immediately went blank, losing herself in the process of believing that Max really was in front of her. She blinked
Claire rushed to her room. She couldn’t handle the boiling pain in her chest anymore, as if a scorching hot liquid is being poured all over her body. Her breathing became rigid as she glided against the door, fidgeting in her shaking hands. Black dots filled her vision as it swirls in unsteady motion. She blinked several times, hoping to at least lessen the dizziness she feels but it was useless. Scurrying on her feet, she reached for the cabinet to support her balance. When she finally had a sight of her reflection on the mirror, only then that she realized there was thick blood dripping from her nostrils. She quickly opened the faucet and wiped the blood with it.Agentle knock on the door made her startled. “Claire?” Max called. “Are you alright? Is your stomach upset?” he continued to ask. And then mumbled ‘there must be something from the food that I cooked’.Claire brea