This chapter is italicized and all that means is that the following content is a flashback.
It was the middle of a windy grey night. The city at night was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen in my life. The lights of the city would go up and warmth could be felt from my spine, but today was different. The lights were not there, it was dull, and the spirit of the city seemed almost dead. I walked around, my heavy boots hitting the muddy ground. This was my place and no matter how many times I ran away I was always bounded to come back to this ground, my home. My bare bristled fingers brushed the lush leaves that fell off the tall brown tree branches. My ears attentive to every sound in the city.
I could hear them, I knew they were looking for me, like always. However, little did they know how well I knew the city inside out and how unbearable it was for me to ever get caught. I knew every hiding spot, I knew every corner shop, I knew the city like no one else. When anyone needed to do the 'dirty work' I would be the number one man to contact because I knew everything.
My fingers fiddled pressing the power button on my phone glaring at it, it was 2 am. A few more minutes till I had to call my father to ask if the woman was still in his office.
My father had always had a control on me. He was a quiet man and no one would be able to believe the things he did. I always helped my father with whatever he needed because I was scared. However, over the years as I helped him my thoughts, my feelings, and my understandings started drifting. The unimaginable had started to occur I was becoming what my father was. I started seeing him as a role model, I felt a motivation, a dedication, and wanted to acquire domination and submission from others.
I hadn't been the greatest man you would find. I had done many wrongs, all which I started to presume as right. My heart felt distant, as if no emotions were there, because I didn't care about myself or others.
My thoughts were suddenly cut off by a phone call. I looked at the caller ID, it was my father.
"Hi," I said in a harsh tone fiddling over my steps in the vast empty forest.
"She's in my office," he informed, "I'm going to head out, make sure to enter my office from the back door because I left it open for you, and then get the job done."
I nodded, biting my lips, I knew what I had to do. I knew what needed to happen in order to help protect my father. I didn't know why I was feeling so dissident this had became my passion and no one would be able to stop me.
The veins in my immense biceps twitched as my arms grasped onto the sharp object that hung over my shoulder. I thought of all the ways this weapon had helped me, it was surely my buddy.
The woman's number was previously entered on my phone so I texted her, asking her to meet me at a near post.
Approximately 20 minutes later I saw here shadow lingering around where I asked her to show up.
I paced my way to her.
"Are you Grayson D-," I cutt her off by wrapping duct tape on her mouth.
She winced, kicking her feet, wanting to escape.
I kicked her side to make her stop moving. I grasped her dainty arms with my great force and tied them back with the brown rope I had with me.
"Why?" I asked sitting down next to her.
She yelped in pain as her cheeks became a more define color of red.
I snatched the tape off of her mouth sharply, "start talking!" I demanded narrowing my eyebrows to focus my irises.
She trembled in fear and her voice became faint.
"I-I am sorry, I didn't mean to," she cried, "spare me I have a three year old child."
My jawline clentched as I grabbed her hand, "come with me, okay?"
She nodded knowing she had no other option.
I guided her into the forest making her sit down on a huge rock.
"Grayson," she started, "what's going on?"
The arrow I had felt sharp and ready to use. I placed my finger on the top slicing my flesh. Damn it was sharp I thought as the blood trailed down my fingertips.
The woman's hands were still tied tightly with the ropes as I approached her slowly. I bent down by her side and traced the throbbing finger on her cheekbones, "if you don't have a valid explanation then you'll be the next one for my little collection."
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