The blood was gushing out like water from his head while his eyes remain unfocused as if trying to ascertain what happened for the events to turn out like this.

His body lay on the ground unmoving, as if the man was not alive anymore. A shadow was hovering over his body as an animal ready to devour it's prey, holding an axe like it belonged with the shadow.

For the man seconds ticked like ages, death teasing him, playing with his mind. Death was the shadow, waiting for him to surrender. The shadow moved and in an instant vanished, like it was never there.

The man grunted in pain, screamd in agony but it was like his body had turned against him, no longer in control.

Gathering all his strength in the tiny finger of his left hand. He turned, laying on his stomach, dipping the finger in own blood to write his last will.

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The alarmed ringed exactly 7 a.m ready to wake up its owner to start her day. But unknown to the device she layed wide awake, her mind running to places she has never been.

'Another night with no sleep' Lia sighed. At this rate she's soon going to turn into a zombie she thought.

Getting out of her warm blanket was a struggle but she was successful in making her journey to the bathroom to start her day.

Like everyday she started her routine, by starting into her reflection in the mirror, eye-to-eye and like a mantra repeating, 'I am going to conquer this day, survive and act normal. No one can cross my walls'

Lia walked out of her bathroom, ready to get ready for work. Wearing blank pants and a black shirt and putting her hair into a sleak pony tail. She looked strong, determined and unstoppable.

Her overcoat in hand, she walked out of her apartment like a warrior ready to battle. Down her building and across the road was black wagon waiting for her arrival.

She made her way and opened the passenger door, in the driver seat was Max, her partner, with a coffee in hand, the aroma filling the wagon.

"Right on time, Lia. One more minute and you would have missed me and your ride to the headquarters", said Max, with a smirk on his face.

"Don't sass me mister, or who would be there to save you from the disaster you made yesterday and our jailer waiting at the headquarters", Lia retorted, her hands reaching for her black coffee in the cup.

With hands joined and his face bowed, Max muttered, "Please don't mind this fool boss, I am always at of your service"

"Then what are you waiting for driver, to the hellhole we go", Lia replied.

Max started the engine and expertly drove the car in speed and within fifteen minutes they reached their destination.

Coffee in hand and with continuous bickering the duo made their way to large gates of the huge building. Glass tainted black made the building stand out like a black eagle in the blue sky.

As soon as they stepped their foot in, an announcement resonated in the building.

"Captain Lilliana Jones and Lieutenant Maxewell Smith, kindly report in the Commissioner's Office immediately", the male voice in the speaker announced.

Lia sighed while Max freezed.

'This early in the morning, at least let me prepare my script for expert delivery of an excuse to save Max's ass', Lia thought.

On the contrary Max was preparing for his early funeral in his mind. 'Its too early to die, I haven't even said my goodbyes to mummy and Sally. I'll miss you my goldfish'

They made their way to the highest floor of the building, as soon as they got out of the elevator, it was like the atmosphere changed drastically. Themed all black the walls had a display of frames filled with pictures of teams both old and new. Keeping a promise of forever and never forgotten.

As they passed the long corridor, there was not a soul in sight. They reached the big dark brown doors. Already picturing what is waiting behind them.

Like a code Lia Knocked twice and then again with a different speed thrice.

A deep but strong voice said, "Enter" and the doors automatically ooened.

Behind a large table, sat a man in his 60s, hand joined together on the table, blank faced staring right into their eyes. His black eyes were telling a different story. Like a storm was brewing inside them.

The man or Stephen Nicholas Park, the commissioner of the elite criminal division of the X country, nicknamed 'Jailer' straightened his back like an emperor ready to give his ruling.

Both Lia and Max realised that something was different. Something was about to happen. Something that they are both unprepared for.

Stephen's voice cut through the tensed atmosphere like knife bringing chills to their body.

"He's Back"