THAT DAY, AFTER the Interrogation, they uncuffed me and put me in a normal prison cell with other prisoners. Then, the following day, they released me. I did not have proof to prove myself innocent about the charge they were having against me as the KCO killer but they did not have enough proof to hold me up either. I never saw Fyn or Frost when I was released and I was wondering why they were releasing me in the first place. When they uncuffed me the previous day, I knew I had convinced them that I’m not the KCO Killer. But still, I was a killer. They should have at least punished me for that and being a teenager who was actually not good at holding back my curiosity, “Why am I being released?” I asked the Police Officer who was documenting my release papers. He gave me a “actually what the heck” look and said, “You are out of charges.” “What do you mean I’m out of charges? I killed one of yours.” I asked back again to which the policeman took a deep breath. “I’m sorry but I c
Fyn. He was not someone I knew and the only day I met him was in the interrogation room which was patently not a pleasant experience but… my instincts badly wanted me to treat him. I made him drink water and into the water I put Ketamine, sufficient enough to lose his consciousness for one hour. I always had Ketamine with me which I bought from the Catastrophe territory because I knew there would be places that would come in handy.Levine always made me drink it when I was badly injured and then when I lost consciousness, he used to put medication on my wounds so that it is less painful and the next time I’m back I felt better after a little time of sleep and with the medication on my wounds. That was the only drug Catastrophe used. I used the same method on Fyn.Well… Fyn… actually…. induced it so well, that he was having a sweet unconscious sleep on my nice little bed with his blood all over my sheets. Usually, I do not like anyone sleeping on my bed or eating my food as they are mi
AFTER THAT DAY, I and Fyn used to meet up like really frequently and he got information from me about the underworld but I made sure I tell him none about my own; which he also knew and didn’t force me to.The Intelligence didn’t have a problem with Catastrophe because we never sold drugs or addictions and nor we killed or were ever involved in rape cases and the Intelligence didn’t care about us at all. Just that, we fought if we confronted each other.Later by, when Fyn found out I had no job, he granted me a cleaning job at the Headquarters of the Intelligence and told me to get the Quarters clean as the punishment for killing the police officer. Lame punishment that was. He must have really hated to say that he wanted to help me. I was so happy. Not only because I got a job, but also because I felt so good even though it was a lame punishment, still I got one for killing the police officer and at the same time I felt happy because finally, Fyn had started to believe me.Cody clean
By that time, I had already realized that they were not just Intelligence but Special Intelligence, and also that Special Intelligence works in teams. Fyn was the Captain of his team while Frost was the Deputy and his team was the Front Team of all the other Teams which literally meant that Fyn was the Head of all the teams and Frost was the Deputy of all. I had already realized that they have 10 members in the Front Team and I knew all of them; Fyn, Frost, Mason, Shawn, Tyler, Teresa, Amell, Bradley, Swift, and Shain. But again, by the evening of that day, I realized the number was not 10 but 11 and the eleventh one was none other than Fyn’s younger sister; Roset.Fyn didn’t return until the following morning and when he came back, he looked dead tired.“Good morning sir!”I said a bit loud with the intention of creating a better atmosphere and by the things I heard on that morning, I pretty much heard that it was another murder of the link KCO.Dealing with a murder case a whole nig
ROSET GOT UP and reached the door.Wait. No. She is coming towards me.“Cody.”she said“Yes ma’am?”I replied not looking up and the next question… it was not for me.“Why wouldn’t he look up?”She sounded whining“Ask him yourself”Replied Fyn laughing.The level of uncomfortableness and embarrassment was on a different level and I felt like I want to dig up a hole and hide inside. Right there where I was standing“Why don’t you look up?”She immediately directed the question to me.“Sis. Just saying if you don’t know by any chance. That guy was arrested for killing a policeman. He’s basically a killer.”That was a rude remark to say to my face and his tone was teasing. I knew it was a joke but still…“Seriously…”Laughed Roset“Stop teasing him. That was a cruel joke Fyn. What did you expect out of it?”She added still laughing while pinching her nose bridgeGood question. Just what did this guy gain out of it?“I know he was arrested for that. Frost told me and also, he said that
THE NEXT MORNING was chaos, figuring another two deaths of police officers. Again, both of them pierced KCO. It occurred at the night. It was two policemen who were on city duty together, killed in the same spot. Both of them were taken as KCO 16.What was most interesting about this Killer was that he always accounted for the deaths to his own account. The killer was confident about what he did and he was more than sure that he couldn’t be caught and he made sure that no clue was found about him except the clue he leaves. Honestly, he was succeeding with no mistakes. He was a Perfect Killer.16 deaths. Done by a single person. Even the most talented Intelligence was not able to get hold of him. This was the talk of the town and by then, people had already given up on believing in the security of the departments. Everyone was struck by horror and even the security departments were; because this killer was aiming at everyone, including police officers. Yet, to that day no one in the In
I WENT BACK to the cottage in the evening and just as I opened the door, a huge crash was heard from the kitchen.Well…. Who could it be? I thought.I knew that the things in the kitchen couldn’t crash without any reason and by the sound of it I was sure it was the pots and pans. I switched on the lights in the living room and got the broom to my hands and slowly stepped towards the Kitchen.“Who’s there?”I shouted just as I switched on the kitchen lights.“Meow.”A black. Furry. Cat. Like seriously?“Yeah. Meow”I replied frowning, disappointed by the act of the little creature.Well… he seemed innocent and what a sight to see, he was putting up innocent eyes blinking slowly, looking directly at me like nothing happened and as if it was his own kitchen.“You don’t belong here.”I said going towards him. I knew the cat couldn’t understand but suddenly, I felt so warm in my heart looking at him that I thought of speaking with it.“From where did you get in?”I asked while stroking h
THE BUREAU WAS going through a hard time; people in the city were losing their faith in them while KCO Killer consumed their heads. None of them were in a good mood and when it became noon and when the heat of the summer started to hit their heads, it became even more worse. The dawn became dusk and then again, the dawn arrived and none of us actually knew how fast the days flew.There were several times, that I became an innocent victim of their mad temper.“Where were you all this time? All this place is a mess and what the hell were you doing?”It was the next day morning after my conversation with Roset.“You came in late today, didn’t you? After coming in late how come you do not do your job properly?” it was Frost.He never got angry with me like that but by judging his tired face, I realized it had to do something with the sleepless nights and the mess literally each and every agent of the bureau was facing. He didn’t even let me reply and yes, I got up late that day and I repo
MY LIFE IN the prison for six years was a period of time to collect myself together from the pieces that were scattered during the time of 17 years that I was broken; from the time I lost my parents. Though my memory was lost and though I didn’t know I lost them, still… there was a heavy burden inside me which limited the peace in my mind.For me to realize what that burden was, what I had wanted was a pause in my life; a little time to resurrect myself. Until those years, that I sat in the corner of a dark room with the metal bars in front of me, I did not come to the awareness why it felt so heavy. Finally, when the relief flooded in to my life, how much I wished I had that pause earlier? Maybe then… none of these would have happened.Guilt. It was something that was embarked deep within my conscience and when it got dipped with regret, it had the ability of tearing my soul apart. Killing was not the only thing that bought me guilt and regret. I was a person loved by a lot and still
AFTER I WAS put into the prison, about an hour later, the prison bars opened again.“You have twenty minutes.”said the guard and a figure entered the prison. Levine. I stood up instinctively, I gulped and my mind went blank. He didn’t speak at first. I saw the guards leave, leaving me and Levine as the only people for the yard.I was a prisoner who was prohibited for visitors as a part of the court sentence but he had been specially granted to meet me once and for all for the next six years.“Or maybe… this will be the last time ever”I thought back then. I couldn’t blame him even if it was. What right was there?“Kenneth.”he said. I finally looked at him, it was strange for me to hear my own name.“Finally, I got to call you by your name”his eyes were teary. He had cried, I realized looking at how red his eyes was.No. No. No. He can’t be like this. He can’t be this kind to me. At least he should hate me. He can’t forgive me this easily. Levine. You can’t love me this much.“Ken….
“ALLISON. SHE SHOULD probably have hated me and still do not know why she didn’t back then. It was a huge betrayal and if I was in her place, I guess I won’t be that merciful. Back then, at the Interrogation Room I wonder who she saw me as? I guess in her eyes, I was a monster... which was obviously right. Up until now, even if twenty-five years had passed, I never had the courage to reach and ask her anything about that past. We never spoke about it. None of us. It was just like, that we have put a rule to ourselves to keep ourselves shut from that experience.When I first agreed with Link to kill, what was in my mind was to bring justice to my parents. But true, whatever my reasons were, I had no right to kill, I had no right to take the law to my hands but… they said my mom and dad was murdered by the law for no reason so, I saw no justice in that law. I had no memory so I didn’t know that they were lying and I didn’t know what I did was all wrong but true, I had conscious and it w
IT WAS SO clear how everyone of us wanted the same thing. We wanted him to prove that we were wrong, we wanted him to say he was not the killer, we were ready to go through a hell and do an investigation from the beginning if there was at least one single proof saying that he was not the Killer.“No matter whatever the reason, how could you do that to us?”That was the first time I saw Dylan’s voice breaking so hard and I’m quite sure that was the first and the last time in Ken’s life he felt helpless. Ken may have been at a memory loss but he still knew how much we cared for him and trusted him. That day, the Intelligence Interrogation Room had its first official interrogation which made the Intelligence and the criminal party both felt like they were fallen on their knees and… for no doubt that was the last such.Ken didn’t say a single word but his eyes said it all... and I’m so sure the reason behind his silence was that he knew no matter what he said there was nothing he could ch
KENNETH WAS A killer of 31 humans. One of the best Killers in the history which the Intelligence handled. A perfectionist. A person who got caught by Intelligence only because he wanted himself caught. I don’t think the Intelligence would ever be able to figure out who that killer was if he didn’t reveal it to us that day. He was the best killer and the only killer who didn’t get beaten up in the Intelligence. When he was bought to the Interrogation Room, not a single scratch was on his body and even the scratches from the Link territory fight were healed. None of our people had the strength of raising our hands against him because Kenneth… he was one of us.Out of all, my brother Dylan was in the most pain because I’m quite sure not even for a second, not for a second! he thought that the killer was Kenneth and he loved him so much from deep inside.But when we looked at the big picture, we did realize a lot of things. We realized why the killer was a perfection. Of course, he should
PATRICK WAS TAKEN aback and his false calm and kind face turned dark. He stared at me with glaring eyes. So, did I.Then his voice cut the dusty air, calm and sarcastic“Then I don’t think I should be telling you how stupid you are.”I felt my anger rising.“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s all over now.”I whisper to myself.30 seconds away. I calculate.“Now! Shut your mouth and work for me asshole! And if not! I won’t think a second to push a bullet through your head!”Deep inside, it did a kind of hurt because I trusted him. Now there’s his real self. I thought and I smirked. 17 seconds more.“You know what? All this time you thought this was your game. But trust me when I say this… You are wrong. I’m the Protagonist here. Now, as much as you used me as a cardboard token of your game, I’m going to use you to achieve the target of my final conclusion. This has always been my game. It’s not Killer Cross Over, it’s Game Over.”I said“What the hell are you talking?”“Too late, mister. They
AFTER THAT DAY, I never went back to the Intelligence, dying young wasn’t one of my life goals. But to be honest… I regretted living back then and I actually didn’t care if I died and a part of me said that I deserved to die by the hands of the people I betrayed; my friends, my more-like family. But still again, I had things to solve before I could make such a decision.What had been done is done and me repenting, regretting on that past is useless. What I had done cannot be reversed and I myself will have to live with those painful crimes I’ve committed either I choose to or not. But I have a way to change the future. There is no way I’m going to miss it and I will bring proper justice now.I kept repeating this in my mind.The address I told Allison was the entrance to our organization which was the same address Levine told me that day before I left Catastrophe with Intelligence. When Levine told me that, I already knew it, because I was the killer and I was surprised that he knew i
IT WAS A mess and I was the mess. I was so angry and frustrated about myself and I wanted to kill all the members of Link.That night, I read the letter given to me by my dad; Catastrophe dad. I soon realized why Levine asked me if I regained memory because there in that letter was… the true memory of mine. Inside those memories were the truth. Levine didn’t know I was the killer but still he knew that the answers laid inside me. There was the name of the Organization as “Link” and then there was this thing.To my little son,“Link”. This Organization killed your parents, my dear son. I think it’s time for you to know these things. Levine may have told you how to find the territory.Also, my son… Don’t cut off my strings I have with you when I say this. I’m not your father but I love you equally much.I paused. That was when it came to mind that until the day he died; he didn’t know that Levine revealed the truth to me. Pain.I didn’t even know where all it was coming from. But that w
This nature of mine first sharply appeared inside the basement of my cottage when I had to decide between holding a gun or not. By that day, even though Levine told me not to hold a gun I had already held it like hundreds of times as the KCO Killer but when Dylan told me to take the gun, I hesitated and rejected putting my life on risk thinking of the promise I made to Levine. It was me, my own self that was on action as the Killer, then again… it was me, my own self feeling weak about holding a gun due the promise in front of them. That weaknesses and promises never came to my mind when I was working as a Killer and to me it felt like…. I had two people trapped inside one body. Then again, there are somethings I possessed as a Killer and an Intelligence officer both reminding myself that I was the same person. My confidence and perfection. I never lost that whoever I was. In the explanation of this story… there are two things that I equally possessed. First one. I acted my part as