"SO, WHAT HAPPENED to my parents?”I asked from him.“Cody. My boy. I know this will be shocking to you. But I’ll have to tell you the truth. Your parents were murdered.”I was not shocked by what he said. I kind of expected something like that. But still, an agonizing pain went through me.“Who murdered them?”I asked.“My boy. They were really good people. Trust me. Our organization doesn’t kill or sell drugs. But the Intelligence… they… killed your parents…”he took a deep breathIt’s strange. As far as I know only Catastrophe is not being engaged in those corruptions. Is he telling the truth?I questioned inside my head“… for drug selling and they are accusing our whole organization for that. It’s all false, I don’t know what grudge they have against us but they’re murdering our people accusing for things we have not done. I’m so sorry about your parents. Trust me. Our organization is not something like that.”he said almost in tears. I kept myself silent for a few long minutes.
GETTING THE CLEANING job in the Intelligence was a jackpot moment to me because it made easy for me to get hold of their things. I mean not the secrets; because a cleaner will never get to know those but I got to know about the doors, the plan of the building and so on. It was not like much people could enter the Headquarters of the Intelligence. I baited myself to get rid of the people who killed my parents; as of what I thought at that time.That day, when I was given the key for the door of Dylan’s room, I knew pretty much well about the crime he was going to handle even before Dylan got to know what it was. Because I was the person who committed it and I was really satisfied to see them dead tired on it but at the same time… I was sad. I did not know why, because back then, what I wanted was their doom but I think… since my deep heart knew the truth which was buried because of my memory loss, my heart didn’t want them to suffer.The most exciting part was, even as a cleaner they t
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
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
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
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
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
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