November 2.

I still check for the evidences of the victim Alissa Mercy. Her background, her story so far..

My mind lost in hundreds of pile of papers..

I almost want to call it a day after 5 hours of going none stop..

Then my phone in my office rings, I pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Is this Mister Colts?" Says a male with whispering and sinister voice.

"Who is this?" I ask.

"I saw you on the news yesterday" Continue the whispering voice on the phone.

I took a moment to realise who this might be and decide to play along.

"Yeah, I was not very pretty on the camera.." I reply.

"You got experience, it shows.." Says the voice that is almost inaudible.

"Yeah, so what can I do for you, sir..?" I ask.

"I am going to give you something."

"What is that something?"

"You deserve some help John, lets say I am just the guy you need in this misery you have faced through out the years.."

My eyes open in shock at that line.. I try to speak, but I have no words that could came out.

"I will call you next monday..." *Click*

Who was that..

I stood there and hang up the phone..

Not sure of what just happened. But my instincts told me there was a dreadful feeling about this call..

"Hey John, you okay?" Ask Philip.

"Yeah.." I reply unsure of what to say.

"Good, we have someone called Amy Reed down here. Mind to keep her company?" Says Philip.

"Why me?" I reply, not feeling well.

"You know you are the only one who can go without leaving a notice, so come on. This girl need your attention."

"Yeah, sure Philip." I comply and walk down the stairs to meet Amy Reed.

"Mister John.. What a good day to see you!" She says all kindly with a smile.

She look at my face, and I don't really answer her.

"Mmmh, you don't look too happy.. Is there anything wrong?" Says Amy.

"It's.. Fine." I try to say, still mortified by the call I just had..

"Let's go somewhere else." I said and tend my arm gallantly.

She pick arm and we walk outside of the police HQ.

Her smile was warm and we walk silently..

Until she talk about the case that is happening, the murder, Adrian Murdock..

After a moment she seem preoccupied by my absence in the conversation..

Like if I was just a walking object.

"John?" Says the young woman.

"Oh, sorry.." I said and smile at her.

"You seem worried.. Is there something you want to talk?" She ask me, we arrive at the coffee shop and pick some

cups. Then we sit down and she keep the discussion going.. I nod and pretend that everything is alright.

But I felt like waiting like this was the worst part of my life..

Because, deep down in my mind.. I know. Somewhere.. A killer is free to do whatever he want.

And I am not there to stop it.

November 3.

4 days left before monday..

I feel wrong about this wait.

It's like I know something without being able to name it..

After 8 AM I decide to talk to Philip, tell him what I think of the call of yesterday

and ask him to check the calls of my phone.

Then I go walk outside and light a smoke. William come around ask me.

"You got the number of that killer and you didn't tell me?" Says William with frustration.

"He call me out of the blue.." I replied.

"Well, I wonder what will come next.." Says William.

"I fear that.." I said all serious.

William look in the distance and we see the sun came out of the clouds.

I offer him a cigarette and he dismiss.

"So we wait until monday?" Says William.

"Looks like it." I said.

People walk around us, not bothering about our little conversation.

"You know, you are lucky to have this guy on your ass." Say William point his finger up and wiggling it.

"You don't say." I reply.

"It must be the journalist, she tell your name in front of the camera.." Says William spitting facts.

"Probably.." I said.

"You know, I am actually jealous of your situation.. It's.." Start saying William.

"Like if I was the hero?" I said.

"Yeah.. Just like that.." Says William.

"But I don't really like that role.." I said finishing my smoke.

"Pffft.. Shut up John.. Everyone dream to have your place right now." And William keep saying stuff I don't like.

"Wow, what a privilege.." I said all feeling troubled by this fact now.

"You really mock that spot you got?" Says William as he watch me walk away.

"Whatever." I said and shrug it off.

We didn't talk much after this..

Before I clock out, Philip come to talk to me.

"Hey, may I borrow you a minute?"

"Sure Phil. You know I am immortal.. I can waste all my time even if you want?" I said sarcastically.

"Funny John, you know that reminds me of the story of the fountain of life. You should read that stuff.."

"I will book this in my agenda for.. Next century.. How about it?"

"Yeah, anyway. I have to tell you. About that call.." Says Philip.

He hand me the paper of the location of the call, and say.

"It was in a phone booth.."

"Oh, really?" I said all disappointed.

"I doubt we will get any clue from this guy easily.." Reply Phil.

"Yeah.. But he do the work to keep us on the edge.." I said all wondering in my mind.

"You look tired John.." Says Philip.

"Why, I don't feel tired." I said.

"You need to look in a mirror.. Your sight might shock you."

"Thanks." I said and walk out of the office.

I go home, look at the window after eating some vegetables and a steak.

Whiskey in a glass cup in my hand, and watching outside..

Where am I going in this world?

Who is the man that called me yesterday?

Was it Adrian Murdock.. Was it someone else..?

I guess I will have to find out monday..

The chess game just started, and felt like I was not ahead of it all.

As if my pawns were all missing.. And I have only the king.. Me.

But.. maybe the table will flip eventually.

November 6.

Sunday night, I am at home.

My apartment is like a place where I can relax and focus on myself..

Where I am the master and nobody can control my life.

But.. I feel out of touch right now.

Like if there is more to do, but I have no plans at all..

I could call some people.. Make my life more lively.

And.. in the end. I did not.

I sit there, on my couch. Drinking my beer and watching the night show.

"And now for the finale of the Who want to be a Rockstar!"

"I present to you Suzan Larisson!"

That girl was around 21 years old, brown long hair and slim.

She start playing with her electric guitar right after the lights spot on her only.

Do some part to introduce the melody, and she then begin to sing.

Her voice was angelic, and I for a moment..

I forget whatever was in my mind that night.

My eyes start to close, I decided to turn off the TV and went to bed before 10 PM.

When I put myself in bed, my pain in my back start to penetrate me..

Damn, I really beginning to be old..

And my birthday is close too..

I close my eyes, thinking of what tomorrow will bring me..

Then, I fell asleep..

My dream that night. Was about a maze, many ways leaded me to a dead end.. And then..

I heard a voice. My wife Maria was calling me..

I followed the provenance of her voice, until I reach a fountain.

She was there, holding a rose.

I walk next to her, and she gift me that flower.

"You need to go out of this." She told me.

"But why?" I said.

"You have done enough John.. Stop thinking too much." She says.

A light glow so strong that it blinded me. I closed my eyes..

And I woke up the next morning.

I did my routine, prepare for today.

Made some breakfast like I do.

And went to my job with my car.

I arrived at my office and closed the door.. Waited..

Expecting the call to finaly occur.

When suddenly.. After half an hour..

It did.

I pick it up, and said.

"Yes, it's me."

"Hello John.." Says the whispering voice calmly.

I have a strange feeling on the sound of that voice, it felt relieved.. Less tense.

As if this guy was pleased to call me.

"Hello sir.." I replied.

"I have something you might want to see." He said with a playful tone.

"Sure, where is it?" I ask.

"Oh, you need to figure it out.." He says.

"Okay, how will I figure it out then?" I keep asking.

"Well.. Here is the riddle.. It will be easy, I swear." Says the guy.

"Okay.."

"Grab a piece of paper and note it." He says.

"Sure" I say while doing so.

"I am in a place where people walk in to go somewhere else since 50 years,

I watch to the north, I do not move..

just like a guardian, and at my feet there is your gift."

I note it all, and before I could say anything else he hang up.

William open the door and says.

"Hey what's up?"

"Nothing." I said and fold the piece of paper to put it in my pocket.

"Wait did you get the call?" He asks all mad.

"Yeah, is it that obvious." I said with a dry tone.

"Wow, I though you were my partner!" He says all frustrated now.

"Relax, I am doing my job." I said to him.

"Of course you are! But with out me!" He says and I walk out of my office.

"Hey, where you think you going John?" Start yelling William.

"Fuck you Will." I said and left him there.

But he follow me, not giving up.

"You are such a problematic detective, you know that?" Says Will.

"What? You going to report it like a true baby?" I replied to him.

"Damn right I did want that!"He agrees without stopping to follow me.

"Ok, then go do your report. I have a job to do. Bye." I said and close the door behind me.

Which cut him from saying anything.

I walk outside in the street and go open the door of my car.

And, obviously. William come towards me to say this.

"Look, I think we might have go on the wrong foot."

"You still keep going, after all this crap you told me for like.. since what 6 months?" I said all with my frustration.

"Oh.. Yeah. About that part.. It wasn't intentional." He start explaining with no shame in his voice.

"Damn right it wasn't intentional.." I reply with anger and a tad bit of sarcasm.

William look at me with a smile and I hold myself to follow my urge that want to punch him.

"Look John, I am just fascinated by your work so far.. And.."

I cut him right before he finish. "More like you want the part of it all, and ditch me at any occasion.."

"Yeah.. No! I mean totally not!" He said.

Then I just say. "Fuck it, get in the car."

And I even open the door for him and he did sit on the passenger spot.

I go in my place and embark on this journey that probably won't end..

"So, where we going..?" He ask as I start the car.

"We going to eat first then figure it out." I said.

"Sure boss." He said.

And I drive to get out there. We go in the city and arrive at a normal restaurant.

We enter inside and took some time to replenish our energy.

I pick my piece of paper and start reading it.

"Oh, what's this?" He ask me.

"Not your problem." I reply with a cold tone.

I read the first line.

"I am in a place where people walk in to go somewhere else since 50 years"

I think for a second.. Then William pick my piece of paper in my hands and read it.

I hold my anger once more, look at him and try to calm down.

"Well, that's a riddle.." He said while biting in his club sandwich.

I pick it back before and said. "Yes, let me figure it out."

"That place, you know what it could be?" William ask me.

"Probably an airport.. Or something else.." I said.

"Yeah.. But the airport is not old enough to be 50 years old.. You know that." He said thinking about it.

"You're right." I reply.

Then we take that precious time and figure what could be the place..

"A train station?"

"Yeah.. Maybe.." Says William.

"I think it might be the case. I remember the ceremony back 50 years ago.. I was near 8 years old."

"Let's go there!" Says Will and we both pay the bill.

Then we run to my car, to drive at the WillowVale Train Line.

"Woaw that place is almost as old as you John.." Says William.

"Thanks.."

We both walk in the station, look around and check for anything..

I read the next part of the riddle.

"I watch to the north, I do not move..

just like a guardian, and at my feet there is your gift."

William read it with me.

"Mmmh. you think it might be a statue?" Says Will.

"It is a statue. It must be looking to the north.." I reply.

We look around, see a couple of statues in the train station..

Me and William have trouble to figure which is which..

"We need to know where is North.." Says William.

I look at him and say. "You have a compass?"

"No.. You do?" He reply.

"Okay, nevermind." I said and look at the large windows on the roof and see the sun.

I remember in my boyscout days what we told me.. I check the time.. 12:34 PM.

I go in the middle of the train station..

Then I look at a statue that seem to look right at me..

"It might be this one." I told William who follow me.

We walk to the large statue of a man who is a knight, Sir Eric Morgan. The hero of 7 centuries ago.

I look around, expecting anything.. And then.

"What we are supposed to find here?" Ask William.

I pick a luggage that was left there.

Me and William look at each other.

And we look around the statue to be sure again..

But it was it.

"You think it's a good idea to open this here?" Says William.

"I am not opening it up.." I tell him.

I kneel down and inspect the luggage, I put my ear on it to be sure it's nothing of a bomb.

"What if it might be a bomb?" Says Will.

"Not it's not a bomb." I said all sure.

Then I slightly open it up.

The smell of rotten flesh come out of it..

And I zip it back up.

"What?" Says William as I look at him with a disgust look.

"No.. Don't tell me there is.." He start saying.

"Let's get out of here." I said and we go out of the station.

I rapidly call Philip and tell him what we have found.

Night of November 7.

We are in the morgue. The most morbid place I ever walk in.

Me and William give the luggage to the coroner Alexander.

We wait for him to open it up.

His hands hold it and he unzip it.

A slim right arm, with long cyan finger nails came out of it.

Alexander pick it up to place it on the table properly, and he inspect the contain of the luggage.

I check the arm closely while William seem to not be pleased by this discovery.

My eyes run down the end of the cut arm.

"Is that made from a saw?" I ask.

"It's bluntly cutted.." Says the coroner and nods.

I turn the arm and check for any mark, tattoo.. But nothing.

"I have found a note here" Says Alexander and he hand me the paper.

I read it. "I will call you want it's over."

My shock at reading this sentence..

November 8.

Eating at the Wolf's Den.. I look on the newspaper and try to remind myself

the parts of my case. Adrian Murdock, killer, who is able to switch into 2 personalities..

Alissa Mercy, a woman found dead in the slums, she was working as part-timer

in an escort agency.. The arm.. The call from a mysterious man..

What could connect everything..?

One thing was clear to me, is that the man who did this was probably the one who call me.

Philip last night told me they checked the security cameras of the train station.

He told me the person who left the luggage there was wearing a hoodie.

Hiding his face and all that.

If only we had more evidences, trace of DNA or eye witnesses.

But no, nothing.

Only a arm..

When I eat my lunch, the gothic woman walk in the bar and sit at the next table.

She was looking great, even if she was 30 years younger than me.

I try to put some salt in my food, but there wasn't any on my table.

I check around and than see that gothic have some on her side.

"Hey.." I try to say.

She doesn't turn her head, her ears are covered with earphones.

Loud music playing.

I stand up and come next to her.

She look at me and I wave to say hi.

Her hands remove the earphones and she look at me.

"Hum.. Hello?" She says with calm voice.

"Sorry to bother you, may I ask you the salt?"

"Oh, sure." She said and hand me the thing.

"Thank you." I said.

"You're welcome." She says all shy.

I go sit at my place after putting some salt on my fish steak, and hand it back to her.

After few minutes, she turn her head to look at me and ask.

"Are you the detective John W. Colts?"

"Huh.. Yeah?" I said all surprised, I bite one bit of my fish and listen to her.

"You are on that case of the killer right?"

I nod and try to smile.

"You can sit here if you like, you know?" I propose to her.

"Oh, sure." She said and she pick her purse to sit in front of me.

"Well, you didn't told me your name."

"Aurora Evans." She say and look at me right in the eye.

"I'm John.. But you know that." I said.

"Yes, your name was in the newspaper." She reply.

"Mmmh, so what does it tells about me?" I ask.

"Just that, you are the man working on that case. Some people said you are a bit old.."

"Well, that's not very nice." I said smiling.

"I am not the one who said that.." She reply and smile too.

I took a moment to think and ask her.

"So.. You know my job. What is yours?"

"I am a tattoo artist." She kindly reply.

"Oh, but I don't see any on you." I tell her.

"I prefer to cover people's body, rather than mine." She explain.

"First time someone told me that." I said.

"Yeah, I am too anxious to take the pain it might give." She reply.

"But you don't mind to give it to others?" I asks.

"Well, they pay me for it and they consent.. So, yeah." She says.

"Mmh, interesting." I simply reply.

She pick her bag and give me her number.

I take it and look at the card.

"You want me to have a tattoo?" I jokingly say.

"No.. I just give you my card so you can call me." She explain.

"Oh. Alright."

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mister Colts." She said and stand up.

"It was a pleasure too, Miss Evans." I said and she nod.

Then her legs turn the opposite way, her hips sway gently away as I finish my meal

and I put the card carefully in my wallet.

November 9.

The leaves have almost completely fallen, everything is grey and there is no sun visible in the sky.

I woke up early..

My mind focusing on the case.

The limb I found in the train station, the killer on the run and the fact I cannot stop it.

It was like an ember that was burning me down.

I used to not care before this. But I kinda do now since this guy called me.

In my office..

What on earth am I going for? This guy is a psychopath..

This case is making me lose faith on humanity.. A little bit.

Then I look at the TV and listen to the news.

"Today we report that Jennifer Warner went missing for now 3 days, she is 19 years old and was last seen

in the parking lot near her job at the coffee shop.."

As my ears listen to the sound of that, my eyes glance at the documents on my table in the kitchen and I go read

them. I check what the coroner wrote about it.

His notes: "It is probably a young adult, caucasian female, medium size body type."

It corresponded of the description of Jennifer Warner..

Great, but how will I find the killer?

And I though..

Maybe I should talk to Amy Reed and get another interview..

In the same day.

I decided to clean up my gun, to let me think of what the future will unfold for me.

My hands working on the parts of my precious unloaded pistol. Checking if there is any

residue inside the barrel, changing the recoil spring... All sort of things that needed meticulous

precision and care.

What is Adrian Murdock looking for? I though to myself. What is.. His inner motive?

What made Adrian want to kill?

I verify the fire pin, it's a bit rusty.. So I pick another one to replace it.

Then I question myself about the subject of that killer.

Is it a visceral need for attention..

Is it.. Just for show? Or just for something like a twisted form of personal fixation?

Then I though, it could be how he was rised..

My hands keep working on the handgun, all with accurate inspection.

After checking all the pieces, lubricating the barrel and putting them back together.

I pick the magazine and place it in.

My hands load it, cock it and made a bullet drop out of the slide..

And so my mind was set for the day.

I needed more intel of this murderer, and I will find it.

Two objectives for today.

First was to know his mosus operandi..

His inner drive that push him to act so to speak..

And secondly..

To track him down.

Driving to the medical prison of Big City..

A feeling of pure anxiety come in my body, this place was so isolated from everything.

The sky seem darker here, like a lurking shadow that was waiting for the next fool

to come visit the asylum.

As I drive to the large rusty gate of this miserable place, I open the window of my door and try to

speak in the ancient intercom.

But just before I had the time to spoke one word, the gate creaks and open wide.

My mind race but I resist that feeling of wanting to escape.

Damn, I wasn't a mad man. Why would I feel that way?

So.. I go through anyway with my car.

When I arrive at the four place parking for visitors.. I got out of my safe automobile..

And look around me..

The oak trees were all looking dead here, since the brown leaves had fallen down.

My boots crunching them as I walk to come to the main entrance.

Then, the door open.

"Aah.. Mister Colts!" Says a middle age man with arms wide open, wearing round glasses and no hair on his head.

He wasn't that tall.. But my instinct told me to not like this guy.

"Hum.. Hello?" I said feeling uneasy by this encounter.

"I have heard of you, so glad that you come for us.. Come in." He says welcomingly.

"Yeah.." I replied uncertain to comply.

"Oh, may I appologies? My name is Olferd Megorenskie." He says all proud.

"Great.." My mouth didn't want to speak anything more.

"Come, we have to make you do the tour of this place!" Says Olferd.

And.. I go with it.

Even if my instincts were against it, I went through that door and let the man explain to me how this

secluded environment was for its inhabitants..

First, we see the employes. All men, 30s to 50s.. They looked at me with similated smiles, that hides malicious

intend to anyone that would try them.

Then we go to each hall ways, there was five of them in total. Each had its level of maniacs..

To demented people that was yelling.. To complete silent psychopath..

I swear, those who were screaming seemed less menacing.

A man was sitting in a chair in his glass room, for a moment. He didn't look anywhere..

Then he looked right in my soul.

And smiled..

Why the hell was I sure to come here. Oh.. Right.. To know about Adrian Murdock's past life.

Me and Olferd sit in the dinning room for the employees.

He look at me and keep spitting his pride for keeping all these mad men in check.

"I am so happy to keep my children safe in here.. You know, they are good inside." Says Olferd.

I nodded and lie. "Oh I am sure they are.."

"You know John. You should come here often and do some work with me! It might help them.." Ask Olferd.

"Sorry.. I'm too busy to do this line of work sadly." I said, trying to act sad.

"Oh, you should quit your job then!" He tells me with no shame.

No fucking way I will..

"Mmmh, I need a good reason for that to happen." I reply and I see that this conversation was going to take hours

at the looks of it..

So I cut him before he had the chance to keep my precious time go to the shitter..

"Can you tell me about Adrian Murdock?" I ask to him while he explain some excuse I should use to quit my job.

Olferd was silent.. And it was the only moment that he ever was.

"What?" I ask.

"We never talk about Adrian Murdock." Says the guy and at the look in his eyes. I can tell I made something

change in him..

"Get out of here." Says Olferd out of the blue.

"But I need informations!" I say out of anger.

"You can go and never come back again. Mister Colts."

"I am not leaving." I told him feeling frustrated of that answer.

"Oh.. In that case." Says Olferd and he snap his fingers.

Before I knew what was going on, a man comes behind me and inject something in my neck..

I try to fight back and resist the assault.

But it's too late..

I fell aleep.

I don't remember the day or the hour at all..

My vision is blurry, with an headhache that hit me hard.

"Max Clarence..?" Says the voice of Olferd and I start to see him a bit clearly.

"What..?" I said still feeling like shit.

"Are you alright mister Max Clarence?" Ask the freak, looking on top of me with his glasses shining from

a light source.

I try to move, but my legs and fists are tied up.

"Who's Max..?" I ask all confused.

"Oh, amnesia.. Add this to the file." Says Olferd.

"Where am I..?" I ask with a voice that is out of breath.

"You are in good care, mister Clarence." Says the mad doctor.

"My name is not Clarence.. Untie me..!" I order.

"But it is written here that you are Max Clarence, 52 years old.. Killed his own wife by strangling her.."

Says the doctor with a sinister voice tone.

My eyes can see clearly now and I open them wide to look at Olferd.

"W-What..!" I said in disbelief.

"You are in good care, Max Clarence." He keep saying.

"Get me out of here, you freak..!!" I protest.

Olferd and his guards look at each other and then he leave me in the room.

"Get me out of HERE!!" I start yelling.

The door close, the light goes off. It's all dark..

I feel strange and disoriented. I try to look around of me..

Nothing seem bright right now.. I don't know what happened..

Time goes on, minutes turns to what seem like hours.

Then, I remember.

I am in the medical prison. The asylum for the freaks of Big City..

And it seem like Olferd changed my identity to get rid of me.

I had no way to escape at this moment..

After a long period of time..

The door open up.

A man wearing a white long jacket walk in.

He hold a syringe in his right hand full of a liquid.

I try to move, my instincts were telling me this wasn't good.

"No! Get away!" I start yelling.

The man come closer with no fear. He move my left arm's sleeve and inject me something.

"What is this stuff you put in me!" I complain.

The man look at me and said.

"It's Valium.. A tranquilizer, now relax. You need to stay calm."

I try to fight a little bit, than.. I stop resisting.

The man walk out of there, door closing and locked.

My vision was blurry again after some time.

What did I do to deserve this?

I have to get out of here..

Then I felt asleep again.

I don't know how long I was there..

Was unable to sleep

An hazy vision occured to me..

I was inside a large labyrinth.. With tall grey stone walls..

But then, the vision disappeared..

Someone was moving my bed, which have wheels.

With squeaking noises that came out of them.

My eyes open, and I look left to right.

It was Olferd and his men.

They move me out of the secluded room and lead me to a glassed one.

Olferd look at me and I didn't move a muscle..

Those freaks left me there.

I was completely at his mercy.

This all I could recall back then..

After that..

Hours passed..

I woke up from my bed, my hands shaking.

My sight was less precise, I blink to try to made it come back to normal.

But nothing..

I stood up on my feet. Turning my head in all four directions..

Then I saw the psycho that smiled right into my soul once again..

He lock his eyes on mine.

This psychotic was next to my cell.

I didn't know that person, but I felt like he knew what was up..

My first though was..

To find whatever could help me out..

"Hey.." I said to the neighbor.

The guy keep looking at me, but then he sit down, smirked and start to sleep afterward.

I felt deeply sad, for some reason.. Like if a depression was coming out of nowhere..

My mind was confused..

I sit down too..

Took sometime to realise it was the drug side effects..

The valium.. I need to keep it clear in my thoughs..

Even.. Even if I am stuck here..

So I keep repeating to myself my memories..

My name is John W. Colts..

I am a detective..

Was married..

Maria..

Was my wife..

I work in the police..

But what was I going for..?

"Tell me who you are." Says the doctor to me.

At this point I was lethargic on the bed.. My mind fully blank..

No idea of where or who I was in that instant.

They drugged me every night and the daylight only come through a small window from the top of the wall.

My head felt like a pile of rocks that needed to crumble..

The doc is trying to break me mentally..

But the only thing they didn't know, was that I am already broken.

"Max.." Says the doctor while snapping his fingers in front of my eyes.

"Are you here Max.." I heard from his voice.

I took a moment to stop myself from dozing off and look at him.

"Yeah.." I barely say without much though.

"You remember who you are now?" Ask the doc.

"Huh-huh.." I nodded.

My hands were tied on the each side of the bed. Unallowing me to execute any smart ideas to escape.

So.. I had to figure another way around.. And to know what this mad world was all about.

I keep thinking while my head spin..

My name is John W. Colts.. Detective.. I am a detective..

Fuck that guy..

"Hey, Max. Do you remember your wife?" Ask the doctor.

"Yeah.. She is my angel." I replied without holding my words.

"Then why did you kill her?" Ask the doc.

My eyes glanced at him out of anger.. I tried to rise my hand to punch him.

"I didn't not.." I tell him.

"I doubt it.. Max." Replied the doc and he wrote something on his notepad.

"I need to eat.." I said. My stomach hurt so badly.

"Oh, nobody give you food yet?" Ask the doctor.

"No.." I said all tired.

"What are you thinking right now?" He ask.

"Nothing can help me to get out of this shit hole.. Right?" I said and deep looking into him.

The doc didn't flinch, he check my file and flip the pages that were full of details..

"I fear not.." Said the doc.

I gaze at every corner of the room I was in, trying to set a plan of any sort..

But it wasn't clear enough in my head..

That drug messed me up..

I had to make it stop, somehow.

"Who is in charge of this place..?" I ask him out of the blue.

"None of your business.. Please.. Tell me your full name now." Said the doc.

I hesitate.. But then I though.

"I am Max Clarence, 52 years old.. I strangled my wife to death.." I answered.

"Good.." Said the doc and he closed the file.

He cross his legs and explain to me that I will stay here for 10 years.

That I will love it here.. He told me his name.

Clad Warrenson, the criminal psychiatric of this place.

I hold back my words, trying to go along the role this guy was giving me.

But then I tell him.

"Someone.. Set me up in here." I said vaguely.

"Oh I believe you mister Clarence." He said.

Then I realise it, this guy really thinks I am a criminal..

Or rather he don't care of my real identity..

"My name is john.." I try to say..

"You are Max Clarence now.. Nobody else. You won't go anywhere else soon. Okay?" He said.

And I gave up..

I collaborate, facing the reality this guy was putting on me.

Don't know how much time I was there too..

So I though..

"Excuse me, but what day are we?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter much to you." He replied and walk away of my room.

It was at that moment I felt lost..

My eyes cried without me trying to hold them..

Time goes on..

But there was no clock, no callendar..

Nothing to situate myself into the day or night cycle..

Beside the small window on the wall.

And yet, the glass on in it was too thick to let me hear anything that was outside.

I walk in my cell, trying to think more clearly.

The air here was dry & the temperature was slightly cold.

If only.. I haven't come here..

My memories were fading slowly, the side effects were to blame.

Why would they do this to me?

What was Olferd's gain from keeping me in?

Is there any motive..?

"Hello.." Says the psychotic neighbor.

I turn my head to check him, his gaze make me sick.

"Hello." I replied back.

His gaze devoid of any empathy take time to analyze my reaction.

This man, was planning something..

"You are new here, huh?" He says.

I nod without saying a word.

"What's your name?" He ask.

"Max." I tell him.

"I'm Lester. Nice to meet you Max.." He said and walk to go sleep in his bed.

A door open, some guards walk with the director Olferd inside.

He come to face my cell and look at me.

"Aah.. Isn't it Max?" Says Olferd.

He touch the glass wall gently.

"I hope you feel safe in here." He says with a soft tone.

"You will regret what you did to me Olferd." I tell him.

He stand there, silent and calculating something in his mind.

"Open the left wall, let his neighbor come in and say hi." Says Olferd.

At this very moment, the glass wall retract from the ground and slowly let an opening to Lester.

I have a bad feeling that tells me this isn't great.

"You are a bad boy, Max." Says Olferd.

I look at my left and see Lester waking up.

Olferd stand there and look at me straight in the eyes.

Lester look at me and start laughing.

I prepare to fight, then I see that Lester have a kitchen knife in his hand.

Then he run at me.

I dodge him and kick his ass with my foot.

He hit the glass wall, still laughing madly.

I kick his leg to make him drop on the floor, toss the knife away and hit him hard on the head.

"Aaargg!!" He yells and I knock him out.

Unconscious and on the ground.

I look at Olferd and tell him.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"You are interesting, that's why." He replied.

Lester try to stand up, but I kick his face again.

"Urgh.."

"Stay down." I order him.

"Alright, get him out of here.. He's going to Zone 3." Says Olferd.

The glass door open and three guards come in.

I try to fight them, but they stun me with electric sticks

and I felt down.

I close my eyes.

Then I wake up, in another type of cell.

With steel bars, people in beds next to each other.

They were all asleep.

And a guard was on the other side of the bars.

He was young, around 25 years old.

Brown dark short hair, medium size body with muscles.

"You're finally awake." He says.

I am there, standing still and ask him.

"What time is it?"

"It's way pass bedtime, go to sleep." He tell me.

I obey, without thinking much.

The next day, I wake up with a bad migraine..

"Damn I need a cigarette.." Says the voice of a man.

My eyes are shut, but I don't sleep much.

"Shut up will ya, I didn't smoke for ages too." Says another man.

"How the fuck are we going to smoke in a place like this, the guards confiscate anything to us!" Yells a third guy.

I open my eyes and look around in the large cell with the inmates inside.

They look at me and says.

"You there, did you happen to have a smoke or two?"

"No.." I replied without saying anything much.

I walk to go near the door where I face the guard, it was not the same guy. Old bald and frail. He looked at me

and smoke a cigarette.

I smirk and ignore him.

Turning my feet to the order side of the cell, I start walking to left to right. Doing a bit of exercise.

The inmates were in their thirdies.

I was the elder apparently, don't know if that could help me out.

"Hey, old guy. What's your name?" Ask one of them.

"Max.. What's yours?" I said back.

"Fred, here is Jason and Borris." Says Fred.

"Nice to meet you all." I replied.

"So, what made you arrive in this place?" Ask Jason.

"I was too curious." I said.

They look at each other and wonder what that could mean.

Then I just say. "I was stupid."

The men start to laugh out loud, understanding a little bit of what I mean.

"We all are Max.." Said Borris.

After that we all got along, for a time..

I pretended to be someone I am definitely not, acted like if I was one of them sort to speak..

Laughing with them and playing cards..

Here, it was way different then the glass room.

We play cards, did few rounds of black jack and 21..

The guard look at us and ask who is winning.

"Jason." Says Borris.

I was playing dumb, trying to not win at all.

Didn't want any attention or make anyone thinks

I was smarter then them..

Our food arrive, we pause to go get our dinner.

I have chicken, with vegetables..

It was way better than I though it could be.

I didn't eat much until then, so I eat all of it.

And we continue our game of 21..

This time I had 15, and everyone was tired to see me

lose over and over again..

"Max, stop playing that dumb and won please." Says Fred.

I look at him, and nodded.

I tap my fingers to make another card being put on the table.

6 was added to my 15. So I have 21 and won instantly.

Everyone was happy, for now.

It's like they wanted me to have the same fun with them.

The guard watch us and says.

"I want to play too."

"Sure Patrick, I will put the cards on the table." Says Fred.

He then proceed to put two aces on the table.

Patrick ask to split the aces, and order to put more

cards on each side.. Until he ask to stop.

He got a 20 on the left side, and a 21 on the other.

"Well, your turn Fred.. You better lost." Says Patrick.

"If I win, I want a cigarette." Says Fred.

"Yeah sure.." Reply back Patrick.

And Fred put the cards on the table on his side, he get two aces too.

Fred smirk, feeling like he might win.

He split the aces, put the cards on each side to burst a 23 and a 25..

"Well, time to get your beating." Says Patrick.

Fred start to feel nervous, I look at him and feel pure fear in his eyes.

Patrick call some back up, and four men comes in.

Borris and Jason go in their bed. I stood still next to Fred.

"Go in your bed Max." Order Patrick.

"Go, Max.." Says Fred panicking.

And I do it.. Feeling like it would be the better idea.

The guards enter the cell and gather around Fred.

"Any words to say Fred?" Ask Patrick with his electric stick ready among the guards.

"I just wanted a smoke!" Yells Fred.

Then they beat him up, electrocute him first and let him fall down..

They kick him in unison, on the ground and nobody stop them..

I felt bad for Fred..

A part of me wanted to fight them off. But I know alone I might not do so well.. And the drug was making me feel

dizzy too much.

After a long moment of hearing Fred's body being assaulted like a pulp, and his blood covering the ground.

I hear even a cracking noise of some bones..

"Stop, you gonna kill him.." Says Patrick and everyone stop.

Fred is still barely alive on the ground, curling in a ball, nose bleeding and covered in bruises..

"Well, that felt good.." Says Patrick and the guards laugh maniacally.

The guards panting but satisfied to give to Fred a nice beating.

They walk away, leaving Fred there.. Lock the cell door and Patrick sit back on his chair facing us.

Fred crawl to his bed room, whimpering in pure agony and cries.

It's almost night, Patrick the guard wait there and smirk at what he have done.

Then a knock at the entrance of the hall is heard, Patrick sigh and walk there

to open the door. The young man is there again, and he take the shift.

The door closes and this guy sit at the place Patrick was.

After an instant, Borris says. "He's gone."

"Hey Fred, you are alright down here?" Says Jason worried.

A moment of silent occur..

"Fred..!!" Almost yell Jason.

"Argh.. I'm okay.." Says Fred.

We all go see Fred to check if he is alright.

"Is one of you a doctor or anything?" Says Borris.

"I know few stuff." I said to them.

Fred doesn't try to move, he is too broken mentally to move a muscle.

I gently grab his right arm while he's on the bed.

"Urgh.." Fred gasp.

I inspect the arm and notice the lower arm bone named radius was snapped.

Two phalanges where broken too.

"How bad is it?" Ask Jason.

"It will take months to heal up, if not treated.. It might be a problem.." I said.

"Nobody take care of people here, beside giving drugs and forcing us to take them.." Says Borris.

I check the upper body of Fred. He had few ribs broken and this was the worst part.

"Can you breath Fred?" I ask.

"No.. It's hard.." Says Fred.

"You might have a broken rib that is hurting your lung.." I tell him.

"It's fine.." Says Fred.

"No Fred, is not fine." I try to explain.

"It doesn't matter.. I deserve this." He says all sad.

"You do not deserve it Fred!" Says Jason.

"Yeah, Patrick just beated the crap out of you." Says Borris.

"Stop bothering him guys, he need to rest." I said and move away from Fred.

The two understood and left him there, suffering but a bit more calm now.

The young guard come to face me, slowly walk.

I take time to analyze his behavior, he seem.. Less into violence at first sight of him.

"Is your name John..?" Whisper the guard.

I nod calmly.

"I want to talk to you.. In private." He says.

"Sure." I said and look in my back while he open the cell door.

Borris and Jason looked at me, not really sure what was going on.

"I will be back in a minute." I told them.

Then I walked out of the cell, the guard put two chairs behind the wall and we sit down.

My eyes scanning the place for cameras, or anyone watching.

"Don't worry, we are fine here." Says the young guard as he give me a cigarette and a lighter.

I take both and lit it shortly after.

I inhale the cigarette and exhale the smoke out..

"What you want?" I ask all confident.

"I heard of you in the news.. People think you are dead.." Says the guard.

"Mmh, seem not." I say.

"The big boss here is a freak, he got my brother locked up and I try to make him escape.." Says the guard.

"Want me to help both of you?" I reply and puff my cigarette with calm demeanor.

"It's not that simple.. But I guess we could do something.." Says the guard.

"What is your name?" I ask him.

"It's Lewis.. Don't tell anyone about this." He says all serious.

"I won't." I replied.

"Tell me, what is the drub they give you." Ask Lewis.

"Valium.." I tell him.

"Oh shit.. You need something else.." Says Lewis.

"Can you give me anything but that drug." I suggest him.

"Mmh, I will try to traffic the dosage.. I won't promise it will work though." He replied.

Then someone walk in the hall near our wing, Lewis give me the sign to go back to my cell and I obey.

I close the cell door myself and go to bed.

Lewis comes locking it up and sit back to his post.

The night went smoother this time, even if Fred was in pain..

Few days passed..

Still can't tell which day we are.

Maybe it was november or close to be december..

Fred didn't move since he was in bed, still alive but literally broken.

Jason help him out to eat while Borris prepare the cards.

Patrick wasn't there this morning.

The guard is a black man, around his fourties.

He come to ask why Fred wasn't moving.

I tell him everything, that Fred go beat up.

"Damn, we need to warn the doc about it." Says the black guard.

"Do you have a smoke by any chance?" Ask Fred.

The guard hands me a cigarette and I give it to the poor fella.

He slowly lit the cigarette and smoke. Coughing in pain but pleased to finally smoke.

After that the doc comes later on, he check Fred and they bring him to the nursery room.

"Bye guys.." Says Fred.

He left us there in the cell, and we decide to play cards..

The atmosphere was different now, it seem like we lost someone in a battlefield..

Even though, I barely knew Fred.

Something in me felt responsible.

I was a cop after all.. Protect and serve right?

Time goes on, and then Patrick come in the hall with a new inmate.

Tall guy, bald and had angry looking eyes.

The black guard ask. "You come early, it's not the end of the shift.."

"You are fired Devon, you beat up Fred almost to death." Reply Patrick.

"W-What? No! You did!" Yells Devon.

"Get your ass out of here! You damn negro." Insult Patrick to Devon.

Devon try to land a punch at Patrick but he counter it and push Devon's head on the wall.

Cracking his nose in the process.

I watched powerlessly, as the guards take Devon away.

Then Patrick sit at his place and sigh in relief.

"Finally, he was so fucking annoying." He says while looking at me.

I stood there and he yell at me. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?"

After that, I just go in my bed room and try to remain silent.

How far have I fallen in this shithole?

All this for some information about that serial killer named Adrian Murdock..

The new inmate get in, it doesn't look good..

Me, Borris and Jason look at him and he walk to his new bed.

His presence was kinda hostile, but everyone calmed down after a time.

Patrick wait for us to eat, we all remain silent and it was tense in here.

How the hell will I make my escape safely with this situation.

I needed to plan something, even if this new guy wasn't looking good to be friends with.

With Patrick guarding today too..

Long after eating and taking care of our hygiene turn by turn and use the toilet.

Patrick light a smoke.

"Hey Angelo, want some?" He says.

Angelo come to pick the cigarette and light it.

This was a sign that this Angelo was his proteger..

Patrick have some plan under his sleeves.

I will have to get rid of this one if I want to get out quickly..

Or else, Angelo might snitch my plan.

Later, they give us our medicine.

I have some pills that are different from before.

Yeah, they stopped to inject me with syringes now..

Thank god..

It's late dark..

There is no sunlight showing in the tinted glass.

Lewis arrive to change place with Patrick.

The door close and Angelo go see him.

That night, we didn't do anything.

Thankfully, Lewis was smart and didn't even try to talk to me.

But I felt like it will interfere anyway, if we don't discuss something..

I could have been capturing a criminal right now, stopping murders

and prevent bad things to happen..

That isn't case though..

So I started to talk to Angelo.

"What are you in for?" I ask him.

Angelo do not respond anything.

"Want to talk about life?" I continue.

"Fuck you." He says.

Borris and Jason try to play along.

"Hey, we are just in here like you." Says Jason.

"It's not like it is worst to talk a bit." Says Borris.

"Go kill yourself bunch of losers.. I have no care for you all." He said and shortly after he begin snoring..

It was at that moment I figure that it would be good to ask Lewis for a little talk.

Lewis come to let me go outside, Jason and Borris stay there.

"We will watch him, it will be fine." Says Jason.

Then I go talk with Lewis behind the wall.

"So, you changed my medication."

"Yeah, I put placebo.. But I doubt it will be forever John. We need to execute a plan quick.

How do you feel now?" He tells me.

"I feel more safe I must tell, glad you gave me them. My vision is a little more clear and I can think

more properly.." I explain to him.

"Okay, I will try to give you a chance to escape at some point. There is a drug that can make you

fake your death for 30 minutes." He says.

"You want me to fake my death?" I ask.

"Yeah, but the problem is that you will go in the morgue in the basement.. And there is an old incinerator

inside.."

"Wait what?"

"You heard me. This place used to be a funeral home.."

"That's why this place looked so damn obscure." I said to him.

"You will have to be cautious out there.. And my brother is in the zone 2.

go to the storage and pick the keys there. There is a power level in the basement

as well.." He said.

"Okay, I think I got it.." I tell him.

"I will give the pill next night.. Now go to bed John." He said.

"Wait, can you tell me which day we are?" I ask him.

"We are 25 november." He said and I get back to my cell.

I sleep better that night, even if Angelo was snoring deeply in his bed.

26 november, morning.

I dreamed about Maria that night..

She told me I have more to do in this world.

That people are waiting for me.

As I stand up and check around.

Borris and Jason were eating breakfast.

Angelo was still sleeping.

I go eat with them, we talk a little..

"How you doing Max?" says Jason.

"I'm good, and you two?" I ask.

"Oh, we just think of what life could be.. You know." Says Borris.

"What you think of the future?" Says Jason.

"Here..?" I said all confused.

"No, more like out here.." Says Borris.

"Yeah, I would be a traveler or a farmer." Says Jason.

"Me I would be a biker. Vrrrmm Vrrr!!" Says Borris while mimicking being on a bike.

"Mmmh, I would be a mariner." I said.

"Aah, sailing on the sea?" Ask Jason

"Yeah.. I never did that." I explain and eat my cold eggs.

"You are special.." Says Borris.

"I guess.." I said and after that time went on.

Angelo wake up, and we all go in our bed.

He go eat and after that..

Patrick come in the hall and sit to face us.

It was just a matter of time.. I needed to stay out of trouble.

Hours passed, but nothing happened..

Then Angelo yells. "Are you guys going to fucking do anything?"

"What you want to do?" Ask Jason.

"Nothing. I am just bored.." Says Angelo.

Angelo go to Jason and grab him.

He lift him out of his bed and throw

him on the ground.

I stand up of my bed and said.

"Hey, leave him be."

"Or what? You gonna kill me?" Says Angelo.

We look at each other face to face.

Angelo try to push me away but I deflect his move and punch him in the nose.

Then I kick him in the knee and he kneel down.

I punch him in the face to knock him out.

"Hey.. Easy!" Yells Patrick.

"Thank you." Says Jason.

Patrick come to open the door, I let him in.

"You gonna pay for this, you know that?" Says Patrick.

"He fucking start it!" Says Borris.

Patrick go near Jason and says.

"No, it's Jason who started it all."

Then he get his electric stick out and prepare to swing it.

But I grab his arm in the moment.

"Let him be." I tell him.

"What? You little-" Try to say Patrick but I kick him in the face.

Borris and Jason stand up.

They join me and we knock the crap out of Patrick on the ground.

Until he can't do shit about it.

I grab the stick and stun him in the testicules.

"AAAAAaaaahh!!!" He yells.

Angelo try to stand up but Jason kick him in the face.

Then after this, I pick the keys and the handcuffs.

I cuff the bastard and get his radio.

"Alright time to go guys." I said to them.

We then get out of the cell and lock the door.

"You piece of shit.. You're not getting out of here alive.. I swear!" Start saying Patrick.

We all get out of the hall, we check for guards and realise there is one passing by.

"What we are going to do Max?" Says Jason.

"I'm thinking.." I said.

"HEYY!! HELP!!! GUARDS!! COME HERE!! HELP!!" Start yelling Patrick.

"Okay, we run." I tell them.

Then me and the two run in the corridors, soon guards start running after us.

And a group of guards come in front of us too.

"We are stuck here!" Says Borris.

I hold the stun stick in my hand, prepare to attack even if we are out numbered in this situation.

Jason look at the right and tell me we can get in the basement by the door right there.

I open it up and we get down there.

As we go, the place get darker and the smell of ashes is present.

We run to the end of the basement and look around.

A large amount of dead bodies is in the morgue, a man was there..

Doing his job.

He notice us and he grab his shovel.

"Hey you! What are you doing here?!"

The guards shortly arrive and we are surrended.

I drop the stick on the ground and we get beat up..

I lost consciousness.

"You're a true nut case, isn't it mister John?" Says Olferd.

I try to move my arms and legs but can't..

My vision is blurry, my mouth dry and my body feel numb.

"You have done way too much trouble in my hospital." He says and grab my face with his hand.

"I had to put these two who followed you to sleep, you know that?" He says calmly.

"You killed them?" I said.

"No.. It would be too cruel." Says Olferd.

My eyes start to focus back to normal, I scan the area and see that I am in a straitjacket.

I struggle to move and try to do anything but can't.

"You still fight to the end, mister John W. Colts. It is remarkable to see how far your life have fallen in the abyss."

"Why are you keeping me here?" I ask him.

"You made a mistake, and I am here to punish your foolish decision."

"What kind of mistake?" I ask.

"You dared to bring Adrian Murdock in our last discussion. Remember?" He said so calmly.

"Yeah, and so what?" I said.

"Adrian Murdock was like a son to me.." He explain.

"That explain why you keep me in here?" I replied.

"No.." He said and remove his hand on my face.

"You are here because you though you could find a way to capture him." He explain.

"Is that really a mistake?" I said.

"Yes." I simply spoke out.

"You're a freak!" I try to yell at him.

"You had no idea of what I am capable of, mister John." His words weren't said lightly.

"What day are we?" I ask out of the blue.

"December first.." He replied.

"Just let me out of here, I won't say anything to the authorities." I vainly said.

"Ooh, ridicule to attempt this one mister John. You know.. I kinda love to keep morons in check in here." He said.

"What are you planning with me in here." I asked.

"Just to keep my dear Adrian out of your schemes.. You are way to stubborn to be normal." He explain.

"You are leaving a psychopath out here, just to let him kill people?!" I yell at this point.

"If you want to stay alive, I will highly recommend you to submit to my treatments." He tells me.

"I am not a menace to society! YOU ARE!"

"Oh, I do not think so.. How about I keep you in isolation for 3.. 4.. no.. How about 6 months?" He vaguely say.

"6 months..??" I said freaking out.

"Yeah.. You are way too much to handle." He said with a smile.

Then he walk out of the white room, the door closed and the silence took over the moment.

No sound beside my heart beat and my breath..

I was so tired..

It was my birthday.. What a thrill..

I was kept in isolation, away from everyone.

Though for dead.. And worst.

William Berkley might be dancing on my fake grave.

But that will be just for a short time..

I won't be gone forever yet..

As I wrote this diary after all these events..

My life had changed.

But let's continue where I left off, shall we?

It's interesting that people who care for the sake of others, usually end up like me..

As if what motivates me to search for justice, kinda bring me to the darkest places of

society.. Not that I wasn't ready for it, I'm a cop after all.

After all.. I am the man of the situation.

The one guy who will protect his people, serve the laws and fight back..

I wanted to be a good cop.. A happy one..

But I was sick of pretending to be happy anyway in my head.

Nobody, even Olferd.. Could predict what I had in mind when he came back to

speak to me. He start by giving his speech of freedom of the will.

"You know John, people need to express their will. They can't just hang in there and say nothing forever.. Right?"

My mouth his shut, I analyze his attitude and kept my thoughs for myself.

"I'm kinda perplexe to see someone like you inside of my asylum, a cop like you.. Who lived through alot."

A quiet moment occured.. Then he continues.

"Do you care to share me your thoughs? Before I left you there, all alone?" He said and I follow his request.

"I lost my wife through cancer." I just throw that away in my mouth.

"Oh, and I though revenge was your motive.. How sad." He said all in sarcasm.

"Yeah, I am not like that." I replied.

"So you are heart broken, tired, beat up by life and stuck in here.. Why don't you explain to me

what gives you the reason to fight for justice, John?" He ask.

"You never though.. That love could bring a man to the conclusion to face off injustice in this world, isn't it?" I said.

"Ahh.. Love, a typical feeling for morons." He reply coldly.

"Pff.. And why do you care to hear me out? A man of your high class.." I said all in vain.

"It's just that I like to pick the pieces together and see what doesn't fit well in it. Don't get me wrong, John." He said.

"More like you mess with people's mind." I replied.

"Exactly, it's my job in here." He said all confident.

"You're sure I am the one who deserve to be in here, have you heard yourself?" I said.

"You are a lunatic, John. A lost cause and you will die with nobody at your side." He almost nails his words on my skin.

"So be it.." I said as I gave up the discussion.

"I will come back tomorrow, take care and wait for me here." He said and laugh as he walk away out of the white room.

Light goes off, finaly..

I can sleep.

I was stuck and no cigarettes to smoke..

Felt like the world leaved me there with out any hope.

Second after second, the darkest part of me was taking

over.

I though I was a good man.

But what if I am crazy?

To the start of all this time..

I studied laws, did my service in the police and become

a man I can see in the mirror with respect.

I decided to be a detective around my thirties..

Married my wife..

She was too weak to have kids sadly..

But we keep it together.

Lived those years with the best way possible, even if my duty took a big chunk of my life..

It was Maria who encouraged me to keep up..

She even gived me advices, since she wanted to be a lawyer.. And did the university.

We were going somewhere..

I was heading in the right direction back then..

And now..

I am there.

Suddenly the door open, and the light goes on.

Olferd get in, and he smirk.

"Are you getting crazy, john?" He said.

"No. I'm not crazy.."

I took a moment to finish and said.

"It's this place who makes me feel that way."

Olferd nods and says. "Fine, time to see the sun."

A guard come around and undo my straitjacket.

I fall down on my knees.

They instantly handcuff me, I try to resist but I am too frail to do anything.

The guard put me back up and I stand there.

Facing Olferd and he tells me.

"You need that little break, I tell you."

We walk out of the white room, and go in the hall.

Then we walk in corridor after corridor..

One guy open the gates with a red card, and they push me in a small place with now roof.

The sun is too shiny..

Can't see anything as I check around me.

"It's cold in here." I said.

"Of course, it's the month of december." Olferd tells me.

Then they close the door and I am lock outside.

Freezing and blinded by the sunlight.

It was almost a month I didn't see the color of the sun.

There was a bench made of concrete in the middle of the small place.

I sit on it.

Tried to think of what to do next, but nothing came to mind..

As they go pick me up by opening the door, I go back inside and walk with other guards.

Lewis was there too.

Olferd talk about what he will do to me soon, explaining that I will get electroshock therapy and what else.

I pretend to trip on the ground, Lewis come to pick me up and slide a pill in my hand.

Then, as I stand up..

I put it in my mouth and swallow it.

My vision rapidly start to get darker as I keep walking with the guards and Olferd.

"So, I hope you won't mind taking part of our shocking therapy.. Ahah.. Huh.. Are you alright John?" Says Olferd.

I drop on the ground and lost consciousness, hearing the vague voices of Olferd and the doctor who examine

my body that seems dead.

"Too late Olferd.. He's kaput.." Says the doc.

Then, I get lifted on a bed and I heard Lewis talking with the guys.

"Hey, Dave you still own me money." Says Lewis.

"What? Fuck off Lewis!" Says that guy and they talk for a good amount of time.

I cannot hear everything but soon it went quiet.. Wait too quiet..

some hands undress me, I try to move my body..

But I still can't.

After that, the familiar smell of ashes come to my nose.

I hear a metalic sound, and feel the high heat..

My eyes open instantly and I see the face of the guy who was going to put me in the furnace.

The guy doesn't notice me being awake now.

Butt naked, I grab the guy and throw him on the bed.

"AAaah??!" He yells.

I knock him out and jump off the moving bed.

Still dizzy, but conscious. I pick the clothes and hat of Dave,

get his keys and the a stun stick.

Then I put him in a closet and lock the door.

Walk in the place, seeing that all the dead bodies were all gone now..

I was really about to be incinerated..

Anyway, I walk to go in the power room and set it off.

I also sabotage the generator to prevent anyone to set it back on

and get out of there.

Rushing my way upstairs..

I notice Lewis was waiting alone here.

"Hey John."

"Hey Lewis."

"My brother Carl is in zone 2, let's go." He said and we go in the corridors were all the guards

was running left to right.

The inmates shortly started to do a riot and now it was perfect to escape..

Me and Lewis go to Zone 2..

Carl was hard to find in the large place where everyone was fighting.

"Here! I see him!" Exclaim Lewis and we head towards Carl who was kicking a guard in the face.

We quickly run out of there and avoid anyone in the mess.

Heading to the lockers, Carl undress and wear on a guard uniform.

At this moment I ask Lewis where was the archive of the asylum..

"Why you want to know that now?" Ask Lewis.

"I need a special document there.." I tell him.

"It's in the top floor, but I won't recommend to go there!" Lewis replied in hurry.

"I will join you later, you go first guys." I said and get out.

"NO! John!!" yells Lewis but I can't hear him in my back as I run to the stairs.

As I walk upstairs, I see Patrick coming down. I hide my face under my hat and rush next to him.

He didn't even noticed me.

When I arrived to the top floor, I discovered the door was open wide.

No one was there, so I get in to check around.

I go first in the storage department and find my badge and my handgun with my holster.

Then look at the archive. In the A and M section..

And after 3 long minutes while I heard some screams in the background.. I found it.

The classified thick skin document of Adrian Murdock.

I walk toward the door and instantly reach my gun when I see Olferd and three guards there.

"Oh, you are alive..?" He said not a bit surprised and snap his fingers.

The three guards draw their stun sticks and menacingly grin.

"I wouldn't recommend you to attack me, I am armed." I said.

"Beat him up." Order Olferd and the three run at me.

I shoot the one to the left in the head, dodge the swing of the other one at the right.

The guy in the middle barely hit me with his stick, I shoot him in the knee and that guy fell

down on the ground in pain, while the last one try in vain to hit me.

I shoot him in the heart and he drop dead.

"Wow, you sure are a natural born killer mister Colts." Says Olferd.

I point my gun at him, but he doesn't flinch.

"Why have done all this to me?" I yell at him.

"I have admiration to people like you, that's why." Says Olferd.

"Tell me about Adrian Murdock, who he is to you?" I order him to.

Olferd glance at the document in my left hand and said.

"You will know anyway, just kill me." He says.

My finger want to pull the trigger, but I resist.

"If I shoot your guards it was in pure self-defense. You had no right to held me captive Olferd."

"Fine, go now. I have no worries to have for the future." He says and walk aside to let me go.

I hesitate, feeling uneasy about this..

But I had no time.

So I walk pass him and leave the top floor.

When I arrive at the zone 3 in the stairs, I hear familiar voices crying out loud.

It was the three men I met in the cell.. Fred, Jason and Borris.

I couldn't let them be here, so I went there and they see me.

"MAX!!" Yells Jason.

After helping them to get out, even if Fred is still hurt and all.

We manage to exit the asylum, Lewis was there with a food truck

and we enter inside.

2 hours later, we end up getting in a parking lot and Lewis open

the door. He hand us some clothing to everyone and we dress

up as civilians.

Lewis after that give everyone 50$, but I dismiss the money.

He then ask what I am going to do next.

"I'm going to arrest Olferd." I said.

"You shouldn't do that, he is powerful in the law field." Lewis tell me.

"Then what am I going to do? Run away?" I said.

"I can't help you out anymore.. I have to go with my brother.. But I know

a woman. Her name is Kim Everly. She gave me this identity and

fake permit." He said and hand me her number.

"I'll try to do something, if it doesn't work I will run too." I said and get out of the truck.

The snow fall with the wind blowing, I walk away and Lewis yells in the distance.

"Thank you John!"

That was it, I was back in Big City..

I walk to the police station.

The cold air of winter was the only partner I had right now.

The snow flakes dropping slowly and the wind occasionally

howling through the empty city, with few cars passing

by.

When I arrived to the station, everyone was busy..

I go upstairs, and head to my office.

Then I see William sitting on my chair

and laughing with our colleagues..

Putting his feet on my desk and his arms in the back of his head.

He was smiling in victory, like if nothing really happened.

Then he saw me, and sit back to normal.

"HELL NO!!" He yells.

Everyone turn their heads and look at me.

"JOHN?!" People yells and I just stood there, crossing my arms hanging against the wall.

"What's did I missed?" I said.

Everyone is happy to see my return, beside William Berkley.

Philip arrive shortly after and talk to me.. Saying he is glad to

see me alive.

After all that, I close the door and go tell William to fuck off.

"Get out of my office, you piece of filth." I said.

William stay silent, and get up.

He walk by slaming the door behind himself.

I toss the dirt on my desk and drop the thick document of Adrian Murdock on it.

Even if I felt like I needed to rest, a good shower and maybe a cigarette to calm my nerves.

I was not done with this..

December 13th..

My life is back to normal, took me some time to recover from this trip to the asylum.

The TV is on while Aurora Evans is on top of me, I finally called her..

We fuck for a long and satisfying moment.

She kiss my lips, I hold her ass and make it go deeper inside of her.

This was my reward for my hard work..

I though this was a need for me after all this.

We spend the night together, I told her some jokes

and we laugh..

The next day she left me with a kiss on the cheek.

I never sleep so well in my life after that.

December 14..

A normal day at my apartment. TV is on..

"A man was found dead in the street last night, one bullet in his head and his heart.. Some are saying it's the job

an assassin.."

"Mmmh.." I do while I lit a smoke and drink my whiskey.

"The man named Bill Levito, formerly worked for the insurance company simply called Intax Safety.."

I watch the snow flakes falling by the window, as the reporter explain this in the TV..

"Nothing is sure of what was the meaning of this execution in that night, Intax Safety gived no comment

about the incident beside its condoleance to his family.."

I sip my drink and feel safe in my home.

December 15.

After 2 weeks and reading all the document of Adrian Murdock.

I have come up with a plan to target the bastard..

Amy Reed could help me out by doing some interview.

But what will we be talking about?

I can't made up stuff, and cause trouble..

So I though. Maybe taking Olferd Megorenskie in court might get me somewhere..

But like Lewis said.. It would be impossible.

Olferd had people in his palm, I read some stuff about the man himself.

He used to be a doctor that saved important people who deals with economics and politics.

Then, suddenly switch to something else.. He took the job of being the warden of that asylum..

Directing the plans of some shady figures in the business of criminals.

With the finances and the diplomatic protection on his back.

He made the Reaper Project..

The document shortly adress it in some pages.

Explaining that some murders were just necessary..

Many serial killers were being taken to custody

to be reprogrammed..

So Adrian Murdock was just a puppet moving by his master.

It might not be wise for me to unveil this yet..

Even my escape of the asylum was kept silent in the public..

I never heard any words from the news about it.

As if.. Someone wanted to keep it that way.

I could only imagine that Olferd Megorenskie

will wait for me to make a move.

Or.. Send me someone to execute me.

It could be a possibility at this point..

Not that I can express my worries

to anyone. But it is what it is..

Can't just stand there and wait for the worst..

I must uncover this organized group that hides in our society..

What I found about them, was only a code name..

The Devil's Hand.

They paid Olferd to lead Adrian Murdock into manipulating his split personality.

He trained him to learn how to think and act like someone else.

To pretend to be innocent.. and kill at the right time.

He made him think it was just a game.

Before then, Adrian Murdock was just killing for the sake of killing..

His grandfather teach him how to kill, told him his parents were just disposable..

Adrian's past was vague to read..

He never spoke about it much..

Olferd tasked him to turn himself in, and one thing lead to another..

Adrian went to the asylum..

Then, Olferd son tried to be a psychiatric and expected him to keep Adrian in check.

His name was Allan Megorenskie.

Adrian killed him..

And the rest is history, he was put in the prison system.. Escaped and now

he run free in this world again.

Now, what do I do..