They were best friends.

Until one day, everything changed.

Tiger's POV

"Evening news report, a criminal going by the name Tiger is on the loose after killing the 83 year old women, the butler of the Bunny household."

Eh? Isn't that me? What am I doing on TV as a wanted criminal?

I pinch myself to make sure I am awake. And then, I start rubbing my eyes just to be certain of the news incident.

Is this another joke to increase the popularity of the broadcasting station? Maybe it is going a little far… I immediately call the broadcasting station and contact Agnes Joubert. She was the producer of the station and would know what this was all about.

"Hello, who is this?" her commanding voice asks.

"Agnes, why am a criminal on TV?"

"I am sorry, who is this?" She questions once again.

"Yeah, this is Tiger. Is this supposed to be a joke?" I am in shock that she didn't pick of my voice. That's weird, April was one month away.

"Are you the criminal that is wanted?" her voice is sterner now.

I hang up.

This has gone way too far.

I wanted to take a break from my job as a hero. With my powers weakening and aging, I am starting to feel tired and dizzy for moments. The source of pain from my body was not only from Jack now, it felt like the side-effects my power.

I should take a shower and maybe afterwards, it will be all better.

As I am step into the washroom, my window shatters. It was Nathan.

"Hey, come on. I am trying to take a shower here!" I hurry and cover myself in a towel, blood rushing to my face.

"Rise your hands where I am see them!" Nathan isn't his joking self, his face was dead serious.

"Come on? Are you playing this trick on me too? Is everyone in it? What did I do wrong this time?"

"You are suppose to be innocent until proven guilty, however, you made it clear that you murdered the old lady." He is being drop dead serious. "Keep your hands up!"

"I am covered with a towel in the bathroom!"

"I don't care. Put your hands up."

"But..."

Nathan moved before I was able to grab my clothes. I would not mind being naked around Nathan a normal circumstance, but I was covered with wounds from earlier. And something in Nathan's eyes were not right. It was burning with something sinister.

He took my towel and burnt it. "You won't be needing this."

"Hey!" I shout. "What is wrong with you?" I tried to cover the wounds on my body.

For an instant, Nathan had a confused expression on his face from the scars, but it soon dissolved into anger.

He starts charging towards me, attempting to pin me to the ground.

"Doesn't matter." He muttered to himself and then spoke louder. "I am going to punish you before handing you over to the officials. Normally, I would not do with. But you are below the lowest, not even worthy as a scum."

I ran away immediately. Grabbing my clothes and activating a secret compartment in my house. Diving for the escape before Nathan had time to realize what had happened.

It was hard to be to register what happened.

The pain on the side of my leg reminded me that this isn't a dream. It is a live nightmare.

None of my close friends remember me.

I feel the tears in my eyes start to build up and I blink it back down.

But, what could I do in a time like this?

I escaped to our secret hide out and turn on the computer. I type my name into the system of hero just to see what would appear. Red and bolded letters, NOT IN FIELD appears on my screen.

My heart skips a beat.

The CEO must have deleted my information and transgressed all the people's memories.

Now the tears really start running down. I laugh at myself, a man in his mid-30's crying because he was desperate. At the bottom of my heart, I knew why I am feeling like this.

Rubbing the tears away, I search up the person I killed.

It was Bunny's last and only relative, his aunt.

You have got to be kidding me.

As I feel my body go limp, the door bursts open.

At the doorway, standing there is the person I wanted to avoid the most.

Barnaby's POV

I was shocked to see him sitting by my desk.

In my secret hiding place.

Tiger.

His eyes were eyes for some reason and his expression was in pain.

My anger erupts.

I didn't care why he was in my office.

I punched him in the face.

He didn't bulge or finch away.

My chest was in pain as I repeatedly punched the man in front of me.

"Why did you have to kill her? Why? Why?"

The chest pain was from the pain to my aunt, right?

I didn't care. My eyes are blinded by hatred.

Amazingly, he starts to smile.

This smile almost made me stop. It was warm, kind, loving and caring.

The CEO's voice rings in the back of my mind. You are wonderful, Bunny, but you need to learn to toughen up.

The owner of this false smile killed my aunt!

But.

Why am I in more and more pain as I punch and kick the man in front of me.

Blood was starting to pool around this man's body. Suddenly, he reached up. I expected his to start defending himself. But instead, he rapidly typed a message and sends it to an address that was already stored on the computer.

I frown but allowed this to happen. There was no way the man was going to escape.

I start mocking the man because he was not reacting to my actions.

"Why do you have no reaction? Do you not care for physical pain?" I ask out loud. Not expecting an answer. "I need you to experience the same pain I did."

I start to strip the man of his clothes. I did not understand why I was doing this, but I needed a reaction from the man. A reaction that pushes the little bit of guilt in my heart away from my mind.

And a reaction I got.

Tiger starts to move and pushes my hand, attempting to stop my actions. But his attempts were futile. I alright beat him up to a point where he had no more power inside of him. I ripped all of his clothes off; shirt, pants, underwear and even his shoes and socks.

This man laying in front of me was a mess.

His body was covered in scars. His eyes were shut tight and sweat was starting to form on his forehead. He was scared and nervous.

Serves him right for killing my aunt.

But I was still a little shocked at all the past scars on his body. Some have teared opened from my beating and blood was freely flowing from his body.

My heart sank again. I kick him in frustration. But he stopped moving again and tried to cover his scars.

"I am going to make you suffer."

I never thought I was a pervert, but my cock twitched at the sight in front of me. I did not land a punch on the mans face the entire time, because deep down inside. A little part of me liked his face. That is just sick. He killed my aunt.

To Be Continued.