A man is more dangerous when he has nothing to lose.

Damn this is a predicament ..stuck in a room at gunpoint with the man I've been chasing all this time right in front of me.

I can't move to touch him so i got this close just to go back even further once again i've been bested.

"Now shoot him!"

I fell on my side to avoid the bullet. I was instead shot in the arm instead of the head. The top of the chair broke off but the man held my head down to the ground with the gun to my head before I could even get up.

I heard those words and instantly knew what was about to happen but i couldn't do anything not in the split second a bullet travels i was helpless.

I closed my eyes awaiting the sweet release of death. Maybe then all my sins will be paid for... maybe then I'll forgive myself.

The phone in my pocket started to ring.

The figure in front of me signaled the man to stop and not to shoot me...because if i don't answer the phone right now..they might be in trouble.

The man raised me back up straight and held the phone up to my ear and I was allowed to speak with obvious restrictions.

"Hello?" i answered the phone

"Sir? Where are you? We need you to examine the bodies."

"See i went home to collect something and i got in a bit of a pickle."

"We'll hurry back..." Damian hung up.

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"He does realize he was on video call and the phone camera was backwards...right? Jean asked, looking over Damian's shoulder.

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As soon as the call ended i easily got up thanks to the chair being broken but i was shot again.

The pain this time was unbearable. I was shot in the gut and now I can't move hastily in fear of bleeding out.

"I'll leave you to him.." the figure walked out of the room to leave me to deal with this beast!

He tried swinging at me just for the fun of it but I managed to dodge the attack.

He kept doing this and I kept dodging until he started to get frustrated.

"You're definitely the strong dumb type huh?" and this is the moment where I realized not to taunt a man with a gun because that's what he used again.

I picked up the broken chair the minute I saw him whip his gun out again and I swung the chair as hard as I could with my injury.

The chair ended up breaking on his head knocking him out but I suffered from it. My bullet wound got bigger and I was bleeding out, not to mention the ones on my arm. I tore the sleeve off from the man and used it to tie my wounds but that won't be enough. I needed a ride home.

POLICE GET OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!!

I smiled to myself..."There it is."

Cops burst into the building, some of them picking me up and the others arresting the knocked out man.

On the way out of the building I saw Damian with the officers waving at me.

"Did you get him?" I asked with a serious but pretty beaten look on my face.

"Catch who sir?"

"Nevermind…"

I was taken to the hospital to recover from my injuries.

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Jeffery was in his cell crying silently to himself…

"I want to go home.."

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"Why does it have to be me?"

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Why?

He hit the wall of his cell repeatedly crying and screaming.

WHY??

Eventually he gave up attacking the wall and slid to the floor, face filled with tears.