Then he saw something which raised his interest. An old man, frail and bent, his wrinkled hands clutching a cane as he shuffled across the street. The person stopped in his tracks. His jaw tightened. He hated old people, every single one of them they reminded him of things he didn't want to remember, past humiliations, sorrows, pain, everything. The sight of the old man's hunched back stirred something dark inside him.
The person followed the old man, his steps light but deliberate. The crowd didn't notice him, his eyes locked on the man. He didn't know the man's name, and did he care?? hell no.. To him, the man was just another symbol of everything he despised, and that was enough for him.
The old man moved slowly, his every step a struggle against his frailty. He stopped briefly by a fruit stall, speaking to the vendor with a voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the noise of the street, he watched from a short distance his hands still shoved into his pockets.
As he stood there, memories began to bubble to the surface, unbidden and unwelcome a sharp voice from his past, an aged face filled with disdain.
"Useless boy, no better than a stray dog!"
The words stung even now, though the speaker was long dead, but the hate remained. It always remained. The old man turned and continued down a quieter street, the bustling crowd thinning out. The person followed him with calm and ice expression. This wasn't impulsive. It was methodical. He studied the man's movements, the slight tremor in his hands, the way he leaned on the cane for support.
"Easy prey."
He thought, Finally, they reached a secluded spot, an alley where the noise of the city faded into a distant hum. The person quickened his pace, his footsteps silent against the cobblestones.
"Do you need help, sir?"
He called out, his voice feigning concern the old man turned around his lined face lighting up with gratitude.
''Oh, thank you, young man. Just an old fool trying to get home."
He said in a joking way and chuckled the person stepped closer, his hands still in his pockets. His mind raced, not with doubt, but with anticipation his hatred felt like fire in his chest, burning brighter with every step.
"You remind me of someone,"
He said in a quite and steady tone while stepping towards him and some deep lines appeared on that old man's forehead.
"Do I?"
The old man asked in puzzled tone but smiling affectionately, the person was still looking at him with calm and cold expression.
"Yes someone I hated."
He said in a hatred tone and before the old man could react, the person moved forward and wrapped his cylindrical fingers around the old man's throat and pushed him against the wall, the old man's cane clattered to the ground, its hollow sound echoing in the narrow alley the old man gasped instantly his eyes widened with fear as he tried to pull away, but his strength was no match for the person who was standing in front of him.
"P...Please....w...what do y...you wa..ant?"
The man stammered in trembling voice the person leaned closer his cold eyes locking onto the man's.
"What do I want? I want to erase you. People like you don't deserve to be here."
He whispered into his ear, his voice devoid of any emotion the old man looked at him fearfully.
"Why? What have I done to you?"
The old man pleaded, his fear turning to desperation the person lip's curled upward and he tilted his head, as if considering the question.
"You existed that's enough."
He said simply while shrugging his shoulder and the old man's face contorted with confusion and terror. His lips moved as though searching for the right words, but before he could speak, he pushed him more roughly against the wall. The old man crumpled, his body too fragile to resist, his grip tightened around the old man's frail throat, the man's gasps growing weaker. But then, something shifted in the air, a faint, almost imperceptible sound. A footstep? The creak of leather? The person froze, his instincts screaming at him that he wasn't alone.
He let go of the old man abruptly, stepping back, his heart pounding, not from fear, but from the sudden awareness of being watched. His eyes darted around the alley, scanning every shadow, every corner. And then he felt it the heavy weight of someone's gaze and in an instant, it clicked him.
'The agents'
He had almost forgotten about them, but now their presence felt undeniable. He knew some people were shadowing him for weeks, silently observing, always at the edge of his awareness, and he knew this too that they weren't just regular police, because the way they moved too subtly, too deliberately. He hadn't seen them directly, but he knew because only they dared to find him and got to know about him that much.
He cursed under his breath and glanced at the old man, who was coughing and clutching his throat, too dazed to move. He couldn't afford to stay here. If the agents were close, it meant they'd seen too much. The old man coughed on the ground, too weak to move he ignored him, his attention focused on the mouth of the alley.
He adjusted his jacket, forcing himself to look calm as he backed out of the alley, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd beyond. And then he saw them two figures standing at the far end of the street, blending in with the passersby but standing out to him. A man and a woman, both dressed inconspicuously in dark coats. Their gazes flicked toward him for the briefest moment before they turned to talk to each other, pretending he wasn't their focus. But he knew better they weren't just observing anymore. They were closing in.
He turned on his heel, slipping into the crowd, his movements fluid and practiced. He didn't run that would draw attention. Instead, he moved like a scent, weaving through the people with a predator's grace, heading toward the maze-like side streets of Moscow.
But as he walked, a strange smile crept onto his face. They thought they had him trapped. They had no idea who they were dealing with, they didn't know what he was capable of, if they wanted to play, he'd make sure they regretted it.
Agent Red and Agent Black were moving through the busy streets of Moscow, their eyes scanning every corner, every face. They had been tracking the dangerous psychopath, who was good at hiding and clowning, too good, but today they can't afford any failure as they already faced one and they didn't want to face another especially Agent Black.
Suddenly, they noticed something strange in a quiet alley, they saw a person who's face was covered with his hoodie's cap, standing over an old man, his cylindrical fingers were tight around the man's throat, choking him. The old man was gasping, struggling for air, his face turning purple Agent Red's eyes widened.
"It's him."
He whispered to Agent Black, but before they could react, the person's head snapped towards them his cold, piercing eyes locked onto them, and without hesitation, the person released the old man and darted out of the alley, disappearing into the crowd. Agent Red and Agent Black exchanged a quick glance before springing into action.
"Go after him!"
Agent Red shouted, already moving toward the alley's entrance, but Agent black hesitated for a split second as the old man was still on the ground, coughing and struggling to breathe and Red quickly made the decision.
"You check on him. I'll chase that bastard!"
Agent Black nodded on Red command without any words and Agent Red sprinted down the street, blending into the crowd, scanning every face for any sign of the person.
Agent Red turned back to the old man, who was now clutching his chest, still coughing violently, she kneeled beside him and patted his shoulder.
"Are you okay, sir? Can you breathe?"
She asked urgently but her voice gentle and firm the old man wheezed, his breath ragged.
"I... I'm fine, just... caught off guard..."
He stammered badly his eyes were filled with fear, he looked up at her with confusion Black's gaze shifted back to the street, where she could see Agent Red weaving through the crowd.
"Don't think about him now you're safe now just breathe slowly, okay?"
She said slowly and the old man nodded weakly, still struggling to catch his breath. As Black glanced over her shoulder one more time, her eyes were red in anger and restraint, she couldn't shake the feeling that the psychopath had been too quick, too aware of them. It was like he had known they were coming, and that made her even more certain they were getting close to catching him, she pulled out her Bluetooth device, speaking into it with urgency.
"This is Agent Black we need backup. Get the old man to a safe location, now."
A calm voice responded through the earpiece echoed. "Copy that, Agent Black we're on our way."
Within moments, two other agents arrived at the scene, moving quickly to help the old man. One of them gently helped him to his feet, while the other checked him over for any serious injuries.
"You're safe now, sir,"
The agent said, offering reassurance Agent Black stood up, her eyes scanning the street as the old man was escorted away.
"Make sure he's secured and get him to a agency we will interrogate him about that psychopath."
She instructed them in authorative tone they bowed their head led the old man to safety, she didn't waste any time and sprinted down the street, her mind focused on finding that psychopath She had no intention of letting him slip away this time, because she couldn't afford to take another lectures session.
Agent Black caught up with Agent Red a few blocks away who was standing near a street corner, his eyes scanning the crowd. He turned as she approached.
"Did you catch him?"
She asked, breathless, her eyes scanning the people around them Agent Red shook his head.
"No sign of him. He's quick, almost like he's been expecting us. I lost him in the crowd."
Red said with a clenched jaw and she fisted her palm, only she knew how badly she was controlling herself.
"We can't let him get away he's dangerous, and he knows how to move in these streets. We need to stay on him don't let him slip past us again."
Agent Red said firmly on which she nodded,
Agent Red and Agent Black moved swiftly through the narrow streets, eventually finding themselves in an old, abandoned courtyard. The area was quiet, with crumbling walls and rusted metal scattered around, that psychopath could be anywhere in this maze of old buildings and broken fences.
"We need to be careful."
Black whispered, her eyes scanning every shadow, every dark corner. "He could be hiding."
Agent Red nodded on her words his senses were alert, they continued searching, their footsteps echoing in the empty space. Just as they reached the far side of the courtyard, a loud noise broke the silence. A metal pipe clattered to the ground, the sound of it hitting the stone floor sharp and sudden.
They both immediately turned their head, The noise had come from the far corner, where a pile of old crates and junk lay. They shared a quick glance before moving toward the sound, their hands on their weapons, ready for anything.
As they approached the pile, Agent Red gestured for Black to move to the left while he took the right. The tension in the air was thick. They were close, too close but they both knew it the courtyard was like a trap, and they were walking right into it.
The person turned into a narrow side street, his movements calm but deliberate he knew Moscow's streets like a spider knows its web, every alley, every shortcut. The agents might have been watching him, but they didn't know these streets like he did.
He glanced over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the man and woman in the distance. They were following him and trying to stay hidden, but they weren't invisible to him, he turned another corner and quickened his pace. He passed an abandoned building and slipped through a broken gate, entering courtyard cluttered with rusted pipes and old crates and fences. He crouched low, hiding behind a stack of wooden pallets. His breathing was steady, his sharp eyes fixed on the entrance.
Minutes passed. footsteps echoed faintly. The agents had followed him. He stayed still, like a predator lying in wait. He watched as the man entered the courtyard first, scanning the area. He was tall, with sharp features, his coat sweeping the ground as he moved. The woman followed closely, her black eyes darting around, her hand resting near her side ready for anything which he find interesting,
But they weren't ready for him.
The boy crept around the edge of the courtyard, moving silently. He picked up a small, jagged piece of metal from the ground and weighed it in his hand. He didn't plan to kill them-yet. That would draw too much attention. But he could distract them, confuse them, make them regret coming after him.
With a quick, precise motion, he threw the metal toward the far side of the courtyard. It clattered loudly against the concrete, the noise echoing in the confined space. The agents turned instantly, their attention snapping to the sound. The person used the moment to slip out of his hiding spot and move toward the exit.
But before Agent Red attacked Agent Black heard quite step behind her she moved her gaze and her eyes widened after saw a person all covered in his hoodie walking out from the courtyard she held Red's hand and he too followed her gaze and immediately understood everything that he just used a trick to distract them.
"Stop! Don't move."
Agent Red and Black said together and the person froze, his back to them. Slowly, he turned his head, and only his lips were visible as his face was all covered with his hoodie's cap and his hairs which were falling till his eyes and covering them.
"We know who you are. There's no escape come with us, and we can help you."
Agent Red said in his cold and stern voice but Black's jaws clenched tightly when they saw a mocking smirk dancing on his lips.
"Help me?"
He said, his voice calm but dripping with sarcasm.
"You've been following me for weeks. You think I didn't notice? You're not here to help."
He said and they both looked at each other quickly because they sensed the voice he was using actually wasn't his, Agent Black stepped forward and stared his eyes which was seeing through his hairs.
"You've made mistakes, We've seen enough. You're not as invisible as you think."
She said in a firm tone and the person tilted his head, his smirk fading. For the first time, there was a flicker of something in his eyes not fear, but curiosity.
"Then come and get me."
He said in a low tone but the dare and challenge wasn't hidden in his voice, Agent Red smirked on his words and glanced at Black who was too looking at that person with calm expression and in a flash, they moved towards him and he turned and ran, they both ran behind him but Agent black who's patience was getting lose she already fired the bullet and it pierce on his back of leg, Agent Red glanced her sharply because he commanded her at begining no bloodshed but when she listened him, he leave her for now and darted towards the person who was running while limping but suddenly he threw something towards them, and before they could realize what was that the thing burst and the dust spread everywhere with a 'Lavender' scent Agent Black coughed and stopped on her track as she had allergy, Agent Red too stopped on his track and immediately came towards her.
"Go and chase him..."
She said while coughing, Agent Red held her arm and dragged her to another alley, he glanced back to find any sign of that psychopath but seemed like he vanished into dust like a scent.
"I'd said go behind him..."
She said while breathing heavily and leaned back on wall Agent Red ignored her words and took out water bottle and made her drink, she glared him but she knew she needed it, she gulped down the water and looked at him and grabbed his collar.
"Why you let him go I don't have any mood to hear that Michael lectures..."
She shouted loudly on his face and he just shook his head on her tantrums, and picked her up without any hesitation and started to walk ignoring her glare.
"I told you something...."
"I too told you something but did you listen no because you have taken oath you will never listen anyone's right??"
He said sarcastically while glaring her who was wrapping her arms around his neck, she rolled her eyes.
"Believe me if Captain will say anything to me I swear I will kill you..."
She said with attitude and he chuckled internally and shook his head.
"I can accept my death but can never compromise on your safety or life because I've promised your father...."
He said in a stern tone while looking ahead and she glanced at him who's only face was hard she lined up her lips to control her smile and also looked ahead while enjoying the royal treatment.
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Imara was sitting alone in the lounge of her grand mansion, the usual feeling of her control and power replaced by something she couldn't quite explain. The room around her was luxurious, filled with leather chairs and golden decorations, but tonight, it felt strangely empty. Her mind kept wandering back to the morning where she had stepped into a small flower shop, a place far removed from her dangerous and powerful world.
The man behind the counter wasn't like anyone she'd met before. He was tall, with strong features, and more handsome she had ever met, but his eyes sugar brown eyes, which was clouded from blindness held a calm that intrigued her. He moved with quiet confidence, arranging flowers with a skill that seemed impossible for someone who couldn't see. His voice was steady and soothing, leaving an impression she couldn't shake.
And now, sitting in her quiet mansion, Imara eyes were fixed on the tea table on which the bouquet was kept, She couldn't stop thinking about him, his voice, his calm presence, and the strange feeling he stirred inside her.
For the first time in years, she felt uncertain and a question burned at the edges of her mind, one she dared not speak aloud.
Could a man like that ever exist in her world without being broken by it?
For the first time in years, Imara felt unsure. And she hated it
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