"I don't need your help." This is crazy. Why did they let him stay here with me? Do they really think it's a good idea to keep him near me? When did they start trusting vigilantes like him? I furrowed my brows. Cole is just sitting across the room. He's acting like we're friends or something."Looks like I don't need to say it anyway. It's in your head, isn't it?" He's talking about the deal he's been blabbing about. Apparently, he believes I'm a baby who needs daddy's protection. Well, screw that. I don't need his protection. I don't need a serial killer protecting me. That sounds stupid. It's like a lion storing its food for tomorrow.I turned my body to him. Making sure that I catch his full attention. "Listen. People entrust their safety to people whom they can trust..." The two corners of his lips lifted. "...and I don't trust you obviously. Not now. Not never. Not a chance," I said brutally. I didn't mind hurting his feelings. He's a serial killer. A literally sober psychopath
Every step I take comes with more than one inmate watching me. Well, who wouldn't? I look different from the rest of them. They look like thugs waiting for a perfect time to start chaos and I look like a weakling who can't defend himself from a mosquito.I can't also ignore the obvious fact that they're not only staring at me. They're also staring at the guy walking with me.Cole"Looks like I found someone to kill for me..." I mumbled sarcastically and looked at him.He sneered.Sergeant Livioski came to told me that one of the druggies who attacked me yesterday passed away. His body wasn't working properly already because of the drugs when Cole beat him. "It's his fault that he died."My lips were left hanging open because of shock. I can't believe him.Really? He's going to justify what he did? If I had known it will come to this where one guy has to die, I wouldn't be glad that he came to save me.What do I expect from a serial killer? Lives don't matter to him."So, what? You'
Just like what Cole told me to do. I followed him. I hate to take orders from him, but I really need that phone right now. I wasn't really expecting anything from his cell, but I was left speechless when we entered his crib that happens to be next to mine. "Why do you have a king size bed?" I asked with an amazed expression. He didn't answer and just went straight to the small table beside his bed. He opened the drawer and took out a noticeably latest model phone. What the... Cole threw me a glance and waved the phone in his hand. "Do you want it or not?" he asked using his playful voice. I gulped. It's not supposed to be attractive. I limped towards him to snatch the phone. "Where did you get all these?" I asked while scanning the whole room. He's got everything. My eyes turned small when I noticed a small fridge.He shrugged his shoulders."I just do."I rolled my eyes. Of course, his answer didn't satisfied me. I turned my back at him as I start to tap on his phone. I sighed
Understanding the minds of criminals is my job. Sitting in a locked room with a person who's seen a lot of people die before his eyes doesn't bother me anymore. In fact, it never did.I see a maximum security prison as an amusement park.But instead of fun rides and various attractions, the stars of this place are serial killers and their magnificent crimes.Killing is a form of art, and I'm just one of a million people who would fall asleep with their dark confessions like it's some bedtime story.You must be thinking that I'm sick in the head.I get that a lot."So you're Falaguerra?" I asked while scanning his crime record.He went on a killing spree for five years. He's known as "The Vanisher".Interesting.I lifted my head to look at him. He has beautiful brown eyes, but they looked dead and lifeless.I was told that he voluntarily put himself behind bars after five years of evading the law. I'm quite impress
Playing the voice recorder, I can't help but feel frustrated. How will I give this to my client? Looks like that Falaguerra knew I was recording. What a smart trash.I bite my lip when I heard his deep voice in the small device again. I don't know why his voice makes my tummy rumbles. Maybe I'm just hungry. I immediately turned it off and run my fingers through my hair.My eyes landed on an envelope. Inside is the folder I brought all the way here in my apartment.Right. His criminal record.I hurriedly open the wrinkled envelope to grab his record. I scanned the information written on the paper. My forehead creased. Aside from his name, everything is blank. The only thing in his crime record is "The Vanisher" case.I heard that the people he abducted and possibly killed disappeared with no traces at all. They vanished into thin air. That's how he got his alias.They were clean crimes.Just like his personal information.Ri
"Breach of Confidentiality?" he lifted his head to look at me. I rolled my eyes. Why do I have to be questioned by him of all people?The police literally arrested me like I'm some very dangerous criminal. It's not like I killed a person. All I did was disclose "some" of Falaguerra's information. They weren't even much and the public deserved to know. The people he killed might have family. They could've looked at the bright side of what I did. Heartless enforcers."You must be so desperate to repair the damage you've done to your sister," he taunted. My brows furrowed."Shut your face!" I wasn't able to control myself. My sister has nothing to do with this.His lips formed a smirk. I hissed.This A-hole. How did they even find out? I was confident enough to say that I did my dirty job clean. There's no way they'll learn about it this fast. Unless this bastard really took his time catching me. I looked at his face. The face of an A-hole.My
Opening my eyes. I was hoping to see my apartment ceiling and just woke up from a nightmare.But it was the same old concrete. I groaned in agony.I pulled myself up using nothing, but the plain wall as support. I remember hearing someone calling my by my name before I passed out. My head ached as I tried to remember. I put my hand on the back of my head. My brows furrowed when I felt some type of fabric wrapped around my head.I weakly untied the bandage on my head. A white cloth.My eyes landed on a cold compress beside me. The ice has melted already and it caused a wet mark on the floor."What the hell?" I mumbled to myself. I thought I was just hallucinating. There was an actual person in here? "And he put this bandage and ice compress on me..."Anyone would feel appreciative about this, but not for me. I'm in the most dangerous place I could ever be right now. You really don't expect me to appreciate kindness here. Everything in h
The deafening silence filled the whole cafeteria. I used it as an opportunity to stand up and get my ass out of the scene. That's right Cole. Distract them. Buy me some time.The A-hole called Missile is staring intently at Falaguerra with an amused expression.I don't really care if they cause a scene as long as I'm not involved."You must be Prisoner 13..." he slurred at him. I slowly stepped back while silently praying that the two hobos beside Missile will not notice me. Catching a black eye is the last thing I want to happen right now. "I heard you don't come out of your cell. Are you scared because your Mama's not here?"The four guys behind him laughed. But aside from them? Nobody else did. It seems like everyone is scared that Cole will be after them if they do.They slowly realized that they're the only ones laughing. The place became more silent after that. Missile's smirk faded."Looks like these stupid babies fear you?" he remark