PROLOGUE

I don't move. I just stay their. On my knees, as a pool of blood rushes, and surrounds me. All I see is my partner... covered in blood... as a shotgun wound to the chest... is gushing out blood like a waterfall.

My partner... no. My best friend... takes his final breath, and says, "Dont worry... I'll be alright..." As he was done saying that... his eyes rolled in the back of his head... and completely stopped breathing. He turned pale... and then cold.

I held my best friend and partners, lifeless body... and waited for back up to arrive. To be honest, that's all i did. Swearing on the day that I'll catch my best friends killer. But now was not the time. The time was to help my partners divorced parents bury their dead child. But i wont forget my best friends killer.

A big tattoo of a pentagram on the top side of his right hand, and a small tattoo of the devils cross on his left ring finger. And no... I'm not talking about, Saint Peters cross. I'm talking about one line mark going straight up and down, two lines coss its path and the infinite loop on the bottom.

I'll catch him, and oh boy... he will pay for his sins...