Prologue
June 13, 2014
A full moon shines over the sleepy city. Street lights and signs light up the city, but are unable to reach the dark allies. People have been warned that all the dangers are in the allies and, for their safety, were made illegal to traverse through these allies after dark.
All of a sudden, a gunshot rang out from the allies follow by the sound of sirens from the police cruisers. A police car came around corner and stop in the ally. The officers got out of the car and run towards the entrance, guns pose towards the darkness. They waited in anticipation for someone, or something, to appear.
Suddenly, they hear the sound of footsteps in the darkness. It grew louder and faster. It was sound of someone running. They aim their handguns toward the sound and wait for the thing to show up.
A hooded man came out of the shadows. He looks tall, but he was slouching so it was hard to tell. He is wearing dirtied, white hoodie that has seen better days. He clutched his side with his left hand, blood coming out it. He started to slow his pace.
"End of the road, your under arrest!" one of the cops yelled.
The man still walks towards them. He just needs to get past them and he might have a chance to lose them.
"S-Stop, or we'll shoot!" the older officer yelled, with a more anxious tone in his voice. They know who the man is. After all, the police was after him for awhile.
He was a serial killer.
The man still kept going, he was not about to be stopped by them. He reaches into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a grenade.
The younger officer got spooked and shot the man in the arm. It made him drop the object, causing pain to run up his arm. The object hit the ground and explodes into a thick smokescreen. It was smoke bomb!
The smoke got into the cops' lungs and made it hard for them to breath. In the smoke, they heard a click, sounded like a gun being cocked. All of sudden, a gunshot was heard. The older officer turned and sees his partner fall to the ground, with blood coming out of his head. He heard another click, this time sounds like something moving in to place. The remaining officer turned and saw the man rushing up towards him. He raised his gun, but was too slow to fire it. A blade comes out of the killer's hand and thrust towards his throat. Blood moves up and out of his mouth and drowns him. He fell to ground, dead in his puddle of blood.
The man leaned down to the officers, shutting the officers' eyes to give so it looks like they die peacefully.
He whispered, "Rust in vrede."
He heard of the sirens coming closer. He's almost to his hideout. Making sure not to step on the blood, he ran towards the next ally across the street. His vision is getting blurry and it was hard to maintain balance and to run without stumbling.
He kept running until he reaches an abandoned building. The building was closed off and was covered in tape saying 'Quarantine' all over it. The doors look like they were boarded up, but they faked to fool the public and the police from coming inside. He quickly open door and closed it behind him. He then barred the door with two-by-four in case the police get smart and try to get in.
The man waited for the sirens to quiet down. He is losing too much blood was starting to slipping away from consciences. The police sirens turned into what sounds like ambulances rushing towards the scene. He signed in relief. They would be too distracted to continue on with the chase with the bodies he left behind.
He took off his hoodie and wraps it around his waist and over his wound. It will only stop the bleeding for a little bit, but he was fine with that for now. He could not keep himself awake any longer. It was time for him to sleep.
"I fucked up big time," he amuse himself. "My team already lost a long time ago, why keep fighting?" He closes his eyes, dropping his left hand to his side. Though covered in blood, it was possible to tell that one of his fingers look a little odd, on his ring finger to be precise. It had ring-like shape burned around his finger.