I FOLLOWED FYN without another word and he threw me a water bottle as we walked to the corner of the wall to sit.“It was the same mistake you did. Still didn’t realize? Plus, we did the same steps.”He said while sitting down“Well…”I thought. That was when I realized what we actually did the whole three times were almost the same.“…actually… up until now I didn’t even realize what we were doing was same.”I said smiling. I felt a playful smack on the behind of my head.“You idiot.”said Fyn laughing.“Why do you lack focus that much huh? You’re far better in the fights we had with you.”“That was nearly two years ago, remember? I don’t have any practice now, unless for the self-practice I had. That was also, very rarely and lightly, you know…. just for fun when I missed the good-ol-days. By the way, you’ve fought with me before?”I asked. He nodded and said,“Yeah. Can’t deny that you have no practice. I agree with that and… yes, we’ve fought before. You remember the fight Catastr
FYN CLEARED HIS throat not knowing how to start a conversation.“How were they killed?”asked Fyn on our way in his car.“Shot in the head.”she replied.“Both?”asked Fyn again. She didn’t reply instead she nodded; gulping and trying her best to avoid the tears. Fyn asked no more. We all kept silent; me alone in the back of the car.The crime scenes were extremely pathetic. Both the women lied in the same position on the ground; their hair tussled and their heads drowned in a pool of blood also… with a hole in the head. Roset never showed her tears again instead, she was attentive and examining. She wasn’t even sad.That day… I realized a thing Fyn told me before, which I didn’t realize back then. What makes the Police, the Intelligence and the Tri-forces different from wrongful is that, our purpose and our good heart.He was right. They kill. We kill. They fight. We fight. They torture. We torture. But our purpose; they kill innocent for their advantage but we kill to rescue the inn
ALSO, DURING THOSE months Allison and me became quite close and we were officially a popular couple in the Bureau. We were sharing each and everything in our lives. Literally everything and it was nearly that she had no secrets to me. I still believe that meeting her was the only thing that I never regret in the youth of my life and I was and is proud that she is mine.To talk about the fun things that happened in those months… We had a practice session with all the members of our team which means the twelve of us. That was where I figured out that the names were fake as well. This was before I got the name Nick and this was just two days after we found the dead bodies of the wives of KCO 16; the two Policemen who were killed in city duty.“C’mon people! Break time!”shouted Dylan after five hours of non-ending practice. All of the people gathered to the floor towards the corner of the practice room and started drinking water at once. That day was my first most interactive session wit
MY VOICE WAS a low growl as I spoke“Catastrophe doesn’t kill, sell drugs or intoxicants or else rape women, alright? They I mean We…Yes “We” I will say, if not your stupid mind will get offended thinking, I’m trying to be a Saint… have ethics and policies which we stick to and trust me none of the other organizations have those. We don’t break those policies and if we do it is not the law that punishes us, it would be our organization itself. I know what you have as a problem against us. But we’re so sorry that we couldn’t help but beat up you that day for being such a freaking idiot to get into the middle of our premises… ALONE”My voice hissed as I spoke and I could feel my temper rising up and up the more I talk“And for your convenience and to let you know… I was that guy that beat up the crap out of you that day and I can’t be prouder of what I did because I feel like doing that again.”I added. Tyler stared at me, his eyes red and beaming. That was what Tyler had against me, m
MY IDENTITY WAS changed to Cody Jake by my father in Catastrophe and I no longer had the face I had when I was small and moreover, I didn’t have my memory. So, basically even I myself didn’t know the person they were talking about was me.But… I wish I knew because then a lot would have changed and we could have found solutions to a lot of problems earlier unlike how it actually happened. Because at the end of the day, my memory was the missing piece of the mystery. But then, I didn’t know I had all the things within me and I didn’t know what lied inside my memories were the most important parts of that investigation. I didn’t know Kenneth York was myself and I didn’t know I was trying to find myself either.“That boy should know more interesting stuff.”I said to Allison that day, which we had the discussion which revealed the information I said above“Yeah. Only if he’s alive”she replied.“So, guys, let’s put up with this, okay?”said March. By then, I had figured out that March wa
AFTER A FEW more moments of silence, probably to collect himself, Dylan said,“They had but we don’t”“What does that mean?”I asked puzzled.“You know that locker which is there?”asked March pointing to it. I nodded. I had seen it plenty of times and not a minute ago, March did actually mention about it.“We tried to break that locker but it is too strong and to open it we need the key. Unfortunately, only Mr. and Mrs. York had it. What’s more... that is not a normal keyhole.”paused March. I looked at it again. He was right, it was not a normal keyhole and it looked bigger and odd, as of how I realized when I looked at it first. It had the shape of a heart for the keyhole.“Inside that locker is all the records of this investigation.This would have been a lot easier if we had those documents.”explained Thomas to which Dylan added,“Which means we have no clue again.”“Like no one else had the key of it?”I asked again. It was a kind of odd that those two reputed Intelligence Offi
IN THE NEXT six months, we exploited a tremendous effort to find out the organization who did the murders but failed fantastically ticking out most of the underworld organizations in the list and yes, arresting pretty much too. A lot of territories were captured and our victory flag swayed in those. That was the only good thing that happened and was the only fair reason we could sleep at night.There were quite a lot of adventures and I will say that six months of time sharpened my talents and trained me to be a part of the Intelligence and made me trail how they work. I never actually got trained properly with them as an officer because for one, I was already trained and two, the time I joined was not actually an easy time for them but… I will always say going with the Front Team of Intelligence around the field for six months was the best training I could ever get.That time was full of Underworld territories and the city had more of them than the actual civilizations. That day, we
AT FIRST, BOTH of us exactly calculated where the sounds came from. We literally avoided all the shots. But… at the very end of getting to the end of the hall I heard a sound from somewhere else and I looked at it. I knew they did such things for distraction; I was aware of it but I think my mind didn’t calculate that enough. That single mistake was enough to end the perfection. I lost focus. Instead of running I leapt towards the large door of the exit from the hall so I could avoid getting shot but… I was too late. I heard a sound very closer to my right ear and I closed my eyes unintentionally.When I opened my eyes… I saw myself lying fine on the floor due to the leap but instead, March was drained in blood. They shot two more on March and those were on the leg and the next second I immediately grabbed him to where I was and covered him behind the walls. He had taken the shot for me. The first shot was on his shoulder which I guessed the gunmen aimed at my head. March was unconsci
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