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

 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 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

  William spun around after staring at Damien’s dead body for 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

 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.”