All Chapters of I'm No Heroine: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

 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

 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

 “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. A couple 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

 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

“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