"Don't do anything stupid, Constantine." Cooper snarled, his voice dripping with menace. "One wrong move and I'll slit this man's throat."Henry's jaw clenched as he looked af William who's eyes pleading for mercy. He didn't like William but he couldn't let him be harmed by a madman. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, knocking the knife out of Cooper's hand and pulling William to safety. Cooper's eyes narrowed in anger as he watched his prey slip from his grasp. With a snarl, he reached out with his abilities, using them to attack the rest of the family members inside the house. Henry could see the fear and pain in their eyes as they writhed on the ground, unable to defend themselves against Cooper's mind games. "You've messed with the wrong person, Cooper?" Henry's voice was low and dangerous. Cooper grinned, the malicious glint in his eyes sending shivers down Henry's spine. "Oh, I think I can handle whatever little tricks you have up your sleeve, Henry. Your family is no ma
Henry was about to leave but he had to come back to seek answers, to confront the man who had played a pivotal role in the treacherous events that had unfolded. "Damien, there's something I must ask," Henry's voice tinged with a hint of reluctance. "Where are they? Harrison and that vile scientist, Columbus Parker."Damien met Henry's gaze, a mixture of guilt and gratitude etched on his face. "You deserve to know, Henry. After what they've done to my brother, I can't keep it a secret any longer." "Then tell me," Henry demanded, his fists clenching involuntarily. Damien sighed deeply, taking a moment to compose himself. "Harrison is hiding in a safe house in western outskirts of town. She's planning to flee the country with Parker's research from his lab." "And Parker?" Henry pressed. "He's hiding in his old laboratory hidden in a secluded island, I've heard he's conducting his twisted experiments on innocent test subjects." Damien revealed. Henry's eyes narrowed in determination
Henry was anxious as he watch the timer ticked down, the fate of humanity hanging in the balance. "What if it doesn't work?" Henry asked. "We have to hope. We don't have any other option." Nova replied.Moments felt like hours as they waited. Finally, the timer reached zero and the computer system was silent. The venomous smoke circulating through the cities dissipated, leaving in its wake a palpable sense of relief. Henry had done it. He had saved humanity once again. "We did it. We saved them." After arriving back at Ravenstone mansion, Henry composed himself before entering the door. As he approached the study where Prosecutor Tristan Morris and butler Mr. Howard were waiting, Henry felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had finally accomplished his mission to take down Columbus Parker. "Henry, you have returned." Mr. Howard greeted him as he opened the study foor for him. "How did it go?" Henry took a seat in one of the plush leather armchairs, his mind still reeling fr
Henry roamed the streets a free man, the chains that had bound him to suspicion and fear had finally been broken. Yet, the scars of the past lingered, and there were those who remained skeptical. "Murderer!" a voice hissed from a dark alley. Henry ignored him, his gaze fixed ahead. "You should be behind bars," another voice taunted but Henry kept walking. "Face us, you coward!" a group of burly men yelled following him through the street, blocking his path. They were embolded by collective hatred, surrounded Henry. Their menacing presence a constant reminder of the stigma he carried. Henry stopped, his eyes narrowed. "I've done nothing wrong," he said, his voice steady. "You got away with it," one of the men sneered. "You're a monster," another said. Despite having proven his innocence in the gruesome killings that had been plagued the town, whispers and judgmental glances still clung to him like a suffocating shroud. "I can't believe they let you go. You probably got off on
Former senator Abigail Harrison seeted with rage, her face bore the telltale signs of desperation and simmering evil. She paced restlessly in her room, her eyes ablaze with fury as the recent acquittal of Henry Constantine, the Wellington's son-in-law she had unjustly framed for a string of heinous murders, had sent shockwaves through her carefully constructed facade. Henry, now exonerated, posed a significant threat to her carefully cultivated criminal empire. Driven by an insatiable lust for power, Harrison had long been an accomplice to the notorious drug lords. Her influence had extended far and wide, allowing her to manipulate the political landscape and shield her nefarious activities from the prying eyes of the law. But with Constantine's release, her carefully orchestrated web of deception was unraveling. The time had come for Harrison to act swiftly and decisively. She reach to the phone and dialed a number, "Gibson, this is Abigal." President Dewey on the other lined wa
Henry Constantine and Prosecutor Tristan Morris sat in their car, parked discreetly across the street from President Gibson Dewey's mansion. They had been watching the president for weeks, suspecting that he was involved in some shady dealings. And now, their suspicion seemed to be confirmed. "I can't believe it," Tristan whispered, peering through his binoculars. "He's really helping Harrison to escape." Henry nodded, his jaw clenched. "We need to follow them and see where they're heading. This could blow the lid off of everything."As they watched, Abigail Harrison emerged from the mansion and got into the president's car. They quickly startled the engine and pulled out onto the street, following them from a safe distance. "I guess they're heading towards the airport, " Henry said, "We need to keep our distance but stay close enough to see where they're going." As they neared the airport, they realized that the President and Harrison were boarding a private flight. They exchang
Henry and Tristan found themselves trapped in a merciless cat and mouse chase with guards of Abigail Harrison guising as President Dewey. "We have to keep moving!" Henry exclaimed. "They're closing in on us!" "I know. We can't let them catch us. The fate of the country depends on it." Tristan nodded grimly. As they hurtled through the barren landscape, dodging bullets and leaping over obstacles, a group of guards emerged from behind a crumbled wall, their weapons trained on them. Both of them instinctively dropped to the ground, narrowly avoiding a hail of gunfire. "We're surrounded!" Tristan shouted."No, we're not," Henry replied. "We have a choice. We can either surrender and let them take us back to the prison, or we can let them take us back to the prison or we can fight our way out." "We fight."Tristan convicted. Henry and Tristan charged into the fray. Henry swung his fists, knocking down one guard after another, while Tristan expertly disarmed them with his baton. They f
Henry and Tristan ran through the dense woods, their footsteps echoing loudly in the silence of the night. The authorities were hot on their trail, their shouts and sound of their dogs getting closer with each passing moment. "We need to split up, Henry. I'll draw them away from you." Tristan panted. "No, we stick together. We got into this mess together, we'll get out of it together." Henry argued. Before Tristan could protest, the authorities burst into view, their torches casting an ominous glow on the trees. They darted off in different directions, hoping to confuse their pursuers. But it was no use, the authorities were on them like hounds on a scent. Henry skidded to a stop, his chest heaving as he realized he was surrounded. He raised his hands in surrender, hoping against hope that he could spare Tristan from the same fate. But it was not to be. "We found the other one!" one of the authorities shouted, dragging Tristan out from his hiding spot. The two friends were beate