"He's the genius with secrets in his eyes
Solving puzzles while I'm chasing butterflies
Can't read his mind, but he's reading mine
In this ballad of the genius, our worlds intertwine"
Pop sensation Liv Rose's glittering career hides a tragic past...
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1991
Agent Jason Gideon had spent countless sleepless nights pursuing the sadistic serial killer, Samuel Cain Blackwell. The weight of the case bore heavily on his shoulders as he chased down the monster responsible for the deaths of over 30 innocent girls.
Though he had seen a lot of gore, nothing compared to this. Each victim's face was etched into his memory, driving him forward with an unwavering determination to bring closure to their grieving families. Families that weren't even able to know everything that sick bastard did to their daughters, sisters, mothers.
The trail had led Jason and his team to a dilapidated house on the outskirts of town. A seemingly unremarkable house with an air of everyday familiarity. Its white picket fence, neatly painted and well-maintained, wrapped around the property, evoking a sense of suburban charm and neighborly warmth. Who would've thought a sadistic man like Blackwell could live so normally?
As they approached the residence, tension hung in the air, a palpable mix of anticipation and trepidation. Jason's heart pounded in his chest as he took the lead, his steady hand gripping his weapon tightly. The rest of the team surrounded the house, waiting for any possible reaction.
Blackwell was currently inside his house, holding his wife and two kids hostage. There was a high chance that he had another victim with him.
"Why the hell aren't we going in?" an agent called out. This was it. Everyone was waiting for the moment that Blackwell would be under custody. This reign of terror would finally be over.
"The anonymous call said bombs were placed inside the home. We can't go in. At least not yet. We have to try to get everyone out," Jason Gideon, at age thirty-six, advised. "He's looking at us. I'm sure of it. We need to negotiate enough for him to let everyone go. How many people are in that house?"
"There's at least five people. Including Blackwell and Smith." Erica Smith, the fifteen-year-old girl who happened to be taken by Blackwell as she was walking home from school. They weren't going to let her be his last victim.
"We need to surround each and every square foot of this house. We need gunmen at each corner. There's no way he's getting out of this alive. We just need to lessen the collateral damage. Get Smith, Mrs. Blackwell, and the kids out."
Gideon knew that this wasn't going to end well. There was no telling how Mr. Blackwell's mind worked at this very moment. He went out of pattern. He took his prey to his home. He trapped everyone, including his family, inside the house, knowing that the FBI was going to show up.
"Sir. It's him." Jason looked up to see one of his agents holding out the phone.
"Jason Gideon speaking..." He could hear heavy breathing from the other side. "Samuel Cain Blackwell, it ends here. This game is over."
