Kira is an infamous omnicidal mass murderer that has been terrorising all areas of London for the past 7 weeks.
The police have been scrambling for clues or an answer, or some way to capture him but he was like a ghost. He'd pop up suddenly and strike one moment, only to disappear the next.
Citizens have begun to doubt the competence of the police force and many families have moved out of the city in fear of being his next target.
The police have set up wanted posters from drawings by a previous escaped victim and also managed to find out his name, but are always too late to the scene.
With the help of Cedrick's son Caleb, they are finally closer than ever to catching him.
"Mr Cassiel? You have a visitor, a Peter Craigg?"
"Yeah, see him through please."
Cedrick's voice was hoarse and despondent, his eyes were listless and his skin sallow. He was seated on a bench inside the police station, wrapped in a thin blanket of what looked like foil. Anyone who saw the man would think he was a corpse.
Peter walked into the room and sat down, he opened his mouth, as if to speak but he couldn't find the words.
In this situation, there was truly nothing to say, a man who'd lost everything he loved sat before him. Little could be said to console such a man.
Instead Peter got up and gave him a warm hug, he almost cried when he felt how cold Cedrick was.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am, Cedrick." Peter's voice was about as audible as a whisper.
Cedrick's head stopped spinning, and the splitting headache he'd gotten from all the crying began to fade. Peter's words came from the heart and he could feel that.
Cedrick didn't speak, but his hands wrapped around Peter, reciprocating the hug with so much strength that Peter's breath left his body.
His sudden vitality surprised Peter a bit, but he was glad that Cedrick wasn't as lifeless as he seemed.
'If you need, just hold onto me Cedrick, I'll always be here for you.' Peter thought as tears breached his eyes once again.
It's worth mentioning that Cedrick had missed his doctor's appointment, but obviously it didn't come close to being his priority right now.
"I'm useless, pathetic, I have no right to call myself a Soldier, no right to call myself a man when I can't even protect my family.
"I should've been the one to go instead Pete. My Mother, My dear son, My wife... All of their lives were cut short by that bastard and I wasn't there.
"I told her I'd be back but when our son was shot dead in front of her, I-I wasn't there. I wasn't..."
His voice began to break as tears streamed down his face once more.
In an instant Peter shut him down. "Don't say that Cedrick, there's nothing more you could've done. You know that better than anyone...but there's something you can do now."
Peter opened the bag he'd brought with him, and grabbed something from inside. A metal, lustrous, deadly, machination of human hands. One that had caused mass amounts of grief and suffering and was bound to cause infinitely more, until there was nothing left to be destroyed.
"I think you know what this is, a Colt 1911 A1, I won't bother telling you to try and move on, because I know by now that you won't really rest, until you stop him from hurting anyone else."
Cedrick cleared his eyes and gazed deeply at the weapon and his heart skipped a beat. He swore after the war, after the people he killed, he swore he'd never touch a gun again. It was a promise he had clearly already broken the day before, but he wasn't in the right state of mind at that time.
"You still remember how to use one of these right? I'm sure you want that bastard dead and buried by now."
"I remember..."
The truth was, both Cedrick and Peter had served Great Britain in the war against the USA, when the USSR fell to their hands under the leadership of President Madison Mockingbird.
Mockingbird had managed to convince the Soviet leader to relinquish his nuclear arms so the world didn't fall into catastrophe. They 'agreed' on a truce where they both dismantled all of their nuclear warheads.
Just days after, an assassination on the Soviet leader was carried out on orders from President Mockingbird and the USSR was subdued by the USA.
But the president defected, blinded by power and waged war on the world after they gained full control of Soviet Russia and Germany.
The war lasted 11 years, From 1981 to 1992 and Peter and Cedrick were both 19 when they'd signed up.
The war ended up in the destruction of half of North America and the liberation of Germany and the USSR.
Shortly after, the Soviet union was disbanded and Britain rose to power, whilst America, under the leadership of a new president was forced into a strict treaty.
Law and order was restored to the world and thus it was dubbed, the War of World Order. Others called it WWO, an abbreviation of World War Order.
Peter and Cedrick were currently 43 and were getting on in years, but they made sure to keep in touch. They even ended up working at the same place, since they only lived 10 minutes walk away from each other.
After all the years they had spent together, Cedrick and Peter were each proud to call the other their brother.
They had no siblings to share that bond with, so it was a bond deeper than you could imagine, which was why Peter knew exactly what Cedrick wanted at this moment.
Cedrick had indeed been grieving for hours, since his family was murdered. Unable to even sleep, but beneath all that pain, self-loathing, and anguish, was a rage that burned so fiercely it was palpable. Even now as Peter sat across from Cedrick he could feel his body oozing a killing intent, that gave him chills.
Peter held out the weapon to Cedrick, who though hesitant at first, quickly drowned out his better judgement in his storm of emotions. There was no point hesitating because both he and Peter knew this was what he wanted and they both knew he was going to send that scumbag to hell.
Cedrick lay his hand on the weapon and admired it for a moment.
Many a memory, good and bad, mostly bad, had passed with this gun in hand.
He felt how cold it was, lifeless. It promised death to all those on the receiving end of it's wrath and held the distinct smell of burnt sulphur.
His body decompressed at the satisfying clack it made when it was loaded, but he really couldn't help but hesitate once more.
He looked back to the first time he took a life, it was with this very gun.
It both repulsed him and drew him in, comforting and horribly discomforting at the same time. It was safe to say that this gun was the worst thing that ever happened to him, because it was the last thing that ever happened to most of the people he saw at war.
He was never the same because of that.
Despite that, he did what he did because he thought it was for the better and it was the same now as back then.
"The world would be better off, if scum like John Liebermann were purged." He muttered, his resolve renewed.
"Where is he?" Cedrick was dead set on finding this guy, this John Liebermann, and snuffing out his existence.
Peter could see he wasn't playing around so he got straight to the point.
"The police say that he's going after the Martins a few blocks from your house next and have set an ambush for him. But there's no way they'll let you in, so before I arrived I called an old friend of ours."
At this moment, a man walked into the room, he looked to be in his late 60s, and was wearing brown army combat uniform.
Not any regular army uniform, on both his shoulders were three golden symbols, one in the shape of a crown and the other 2 shaped as wings crossed with swords.
In the reformed British army that re-established peace after the war, this army rank was known as...
"Colonel Williams sir!" Cedrick jumped from his seat and immediately saluted, shocked at his own sudden reaction.
"At ease Major Cassiel, it's been too long my boy, I've missed you." They immediately found each others arms.
Whilst Cedrick and Pete were in the army this man had basically been like a second father to them, and they were regularly assigned to Colonel Williams.
He had been harsh on them, but only because he cared for them most, and wanted to give them the best chances of surviving against the forces of the USA.
Peter and Colonel Williams were essentially Cedrick's second family, and he felt comfort in seeing them both here for him.
"So anyway, if you two are done catching up, here's the plan."
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8 days later, Martin residence, Eastbrink lane at 3:40 pm, a hooded man skipped a fence and snuck into the backgarden.
The man wasn't aware but the Special Forces had already caught onto him and were closely watching him. The ones who had spotted him, quickly reported it to the rest of the force and they gathered around the house.
Officer Leo and his partner Fisher were also hidden in a black sedan outside the house when they received the news. They quickly informed Police chief Kreffle, who was very pleased.
Cedrick was sat at home when he received the information, he began to make his way over, after finishing up his final preparations. He met with Peter who sent him on his way and wished him good luck. He also said this:
"Cedrick, you're my only brother and I love you, I know you want revenge but be careful. Don't forget this man is an experienced killer and probably served in the military too, don't make things complicated and just off him after getting your revenge."
Cedrick reassured Peter and left after thanking him once more, he was the one who made all this possible after all.
Cedrick felt no remorse about the abject pain he intended to inflict on a fellow human being. Neither did Peter or Colonel Williams, who would sympathise for a mass murderer?
Once Cedrick arrived at the house, he waited outside in a dark van he had rented for a week 4 days ago.
The colonel had contacted a few of his inside men, who would retrieve Kira whilst giving a false report.
They were the same ones who informed Cedrick and these people owed Colonel Williams their lives so naturally they would pull through for him, even if it was breaking the law.
Cedrick heard a few gunshots inside and patiently waited until an armed officer dressed in black approached him, a man slung over his shoulders. The body had sustained a singular bullet wound but apart from that it was fine.
Most importantly though, he was still breathing, Cedrick's eyes were ablaze as he glared at the man. 'For now.'