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’