A Criminal's Genetics

Ch.II Criminal-Adjective: Guilty of crime; foolish-Noun: A guilty person

In a police station about 4 blocks up the street from the event at the apartment.
"Hey man, ain't the chief fucking hot?" A man in a suit whispered to the other man wearing lighter shade suit.
"You might as well forget that thought, throw it away, please."
"Why?" He persisted.
"Because, she might have a cute face, but her personality is total shit that's why this super model is a cop and single." The man said slightly louder. "All she cares about this goddamn new gen criminal case. IT PISSES ME OFF!" The bursted out. An awkward minute passes, and everyone slowly went back to work, then down the corridor to the left of the men, a very beautiful women with dark brown hair tied back into a cute ponytail, a perfect pinstripe top and skirt that complements her amazing figure really well, sky blue eyes, and a pure white pearl necklace, but she looks extremely pissed.

"What the actual fuck are you guys doing?! GET TO WORK! The faster we stop these new gen criminals, the less body's to count." The women roared in rage.

"See? I told you." The man nodded in agreement.

"GET TO WORK!" She screamed at them. "Jesus Christ. huh? Whats this?" She asked the man sitting in his cubicle, while grabbing a photo off his desk. "Ah... T-That's..." The man blushed as she leaned into his personal bubble. "T-That's, what? spit it out." she said as she stepped back. The man took a deep breath. "That's a photo of a new gen criminal, took right after he murdered another new gen criminal. Though I don't think it can be considered a murder if they kill each other." The man began rant about this topic. "God, he looks like a fucking psycho." She cut off the man. The photo was of Derek soaked in blood and had his crazy eyes and wicked smile. "Oh ya, think so? Then here Mary, look at this." The man said with a smirk, while handing another photo to Mary. This photo is of Derek walking down the street with a blank expression. "W-What no, no no no. This is two different people, Micheal." She said in complete denial. "No, I promise you this guy is the same in both pictures." He reassured. "B-But one is so cute, and the other is just flat out scary." "Chief, did you just say 'cute'?" Micheal asked dumbfounded. "W-What?! No! I-I did not!" She denied. "No I'm pretty sure you did." Micheal persecuted. "N-No I didn't! J-Jeez asshole!" Mary walked off with an awkward waddle. "God, so unladylike." Micheal muttered to himself.

Mary stared at the photos as she stomped down the hallway muttering to herself. "There's no way they're the same person. I mean look at them."

"You look stumped." A man stated as he slipped right up next to Mary.

"AH! Jesus Christ, you startled me, Nick!" Mary said breathing a deep breath. "It's these photos. Don't they look like completely different people?" She questioned.

"Um... well they do look like different people, but if you look at it harder you can tell they'er the same person."

"Really? I just think-" She persisted but was cut off

"Oi, they want you guys to checkout the warehouse on 4th." Micheal said poking his head around the corner.

"Got it." Mary and Nick said in unison. Then both of them dashed for the weapons cabinet. They both walked toward the door.

"Oh, and be careful..." Both Mary and Nick turned to Micheal "It's new gen." Micheal stated with a grim face. They both turned back toward the door, Nick opened the door, and let Mary out first, then he grabbed his coat off the rack and closed the door behind him.

Both Nick and Mary jumped out of the car and approached the iron door. "Sh-should we go in?" Mary stuttered.

"U-Umm, would lady's first work in this situation?" Nick joked while staring at the white old chipped paint, iron door.

"Grow a pair, god damn it!" Mary stated as she grabbed the old rusted door handle, and pushed her way in.

In the dark room in the very middle the receding sun's light shone in through a large hole in the side of the building. Two men were in the middle of that light with about 19 other chopped up corpses. The ground looked as if it was an empty abyss of crimson.

"Pwease! Pwease don't kill me! I'm so sorry!" The man on his knees sputtered out of his tear and blood soaked face.

"I'm sorry, but with that pathetic face how can I not..." The man standing over him said as a  giant devious smile spread across his face. "SLASH YOU DOWN?" Then the man proceeded to raise the blood stained hatchet above his head. The light of the fading sun glinted off the blade. "Goodbye, it's been soooooo fun." With one lightning fast slash, blood ripped through the air, and rained down all over the ax wielding monster.

"Oh shit!" Nick blurted out. The mans blood soaked grin now faced Mary and Nick.

  The man raised his hand up to his ear. "Oi, Platinum Boss, there are two cops here. What should I do?" "Huh... oh ya... okay... got it." The mans arm fell to his side. "Hello, my name is Darwin the ax master, and now I have the o.k. to kill you." The man said as his deranged smile grew across his face again. "First I'll start with..." The ax master's eyes glided over to Mary. Just then Nick lunged in front of Mary and drew his pistol. "Oh, we got a hero here." Darwin joked, raising both of his arms up.

The barrel of the Glock 19 split straight in two. Nick stared at the smooth clean cut. "W-wh-what?" He stuttered. "H-how...?"

"Oh, did I scare you? Poor thing." The psychopathic ax freak stood, with his face inches from Nick's. Nick backpedaled back, but tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground. Darwin stood over him. The shadows cascaded over his face leaving only an evil white grin. "Oh what's the matter? Ah, are you crying? What a bitch. AHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Now..." Darwin raised his ax over his head. Nick widened his tear filled eyes. Mary and Nick squeezed their eyes shut. 

"Die."

   

A loud metal clang. 

Nick and Mary both opened their eyes in unison. There stood a man in a black and white pinstripe suit and red undershirt with a black tie, and bright green emerald eyes. In his right hand he held a gold knife with a small drop of blood on the tip of the shiny blade.

There stood Derek Freyn.