ALISTER (Tales of evolution)

A life forever changed

“Death is an illusion. It’s a shadow that falls across our lives, but it’s not the end. It’s a transformation, a doorway to something new. And I’ll be back, because the truth is, I never really left.”

His face was a masterpiece of masculine beauty, with high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full lips that seemed to hint at a perpetual smile. Elian Vale, a 25 year old, standing at a height of 6 foot 1 inches (175 cm), he weighed 154 lbs (70 kg), his hair was Short and dark, his skin Tone, Light, and he eyes, a light Brown.

Elian Vale lives in a contemporary city called Tokyo, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of everyday life. He navigates the challenges of his personal and professional life, just like anyone else.

Elian is a *Detective* with the Tokyo police department. He’s a skilled investigator with a keen eye for detail.

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Elian Vale stepped into the crowded briefing room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and stale air filling his nostrils. He weaved through the sea of familiar faces, exchanging nods and quiet greetings with his colleagues.

At the front of the room, Sergeant James “Hawk” Wilson stood tall, surveying the room with a discerning eye. His weathered face and graying hair spoke of years of service, but his sharp gaze missed nothing.

“Alright, listen up!” Hawk’s booming voice silenced the room. “We’ve got a string of burglaries in the upscale neighborhoods. The perpetrator is targeting high-end jewelry and electronics.”

Elian’s gaze met Detective Emily Rodriguez’s, her dark eyes sparkling with interest. They’d worked together on countless cases, and he valued her brilliant mind and sharp instincts.

“The MO is consistent,” Hawk continued, “but we’ve got nothing concrete on the suspect. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses, no nothing."

Elian’s eyes narrowed. This was getting personal. The latest burglary had hit close to home, with the victim being a family friend.

“I want you all to review the case files and get back to me with any leads,” Hawk instructed. “Elian, Emily, I want you two to pay a visit to the latest victim and see if you can dig up anything new.”

Elian nodded, his mind already racing with possibilities. He grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out of the briefing room, Emily falling into step beside him.

“Ready to get to work?” she asked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

Elian smiled back. “I was born ready.”

As they walked out of the precinct, the bright morning sunlight greeted them, casting a sense of optimism over the day ahead. Little did Elian know, his world was about to be turned upside down.

Elian and Emily arrived at the scene of the latest burglary, a grand mansion in the heart of the city’s most affluent neighborhood. The victim, Mrs. Jenkins, greeted them with a mixture of anxiety and gratitude.

“Thank you for coming, detectives,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m still trying to process what happened.”

Elian’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the signs of disarray. A shattered vase lay on the floor, and a nearby cabinet stood open, its contents spilling out.

“Can you walk us through what you remember?” Emily asked, her notebook at the ready.

Mrs. Jenkins nodded, collecting her thoughts. “I was hosting a dinner party last night. We retired to the study around 10 pm. I remember hearing a noise around 10:30, but I thought it was just the wind.”

Elian’s gaze locked onto a nearby window, where a faint smudge of dirt marred the otherwise pristine glass.

“Did you notice anything unusual when you discovered the burglary?” he asked.

Mrs. Jenkins hesitated before responding. “I…I think I saw something outside. A figure, maybe. But it was dark, and I couldn’t make out any features.”

Elian exchanged a look with Emily. This could be their first real lead.

“We’ll review the security footage and canvass the neighborhood,” Emily said. “In the meantime, Mrs. Jenkins, can you think of anyone who might have had a grudge against you or your family?”

Mrs. Jenkins’ expression turned thoughtful, and Elian sensed that she was holding something back.

As they continued their investigation, Elian couldn’t shake the feeling that this case was more complex than it initially seemed. Little did he know, his own life was about to become entangled in the mystery.

The sound of his phone buzzing broke the silence. Elian glanced at the screen, his heart skipping a beat as he read the text message:

“Meet me at the train station at 2 pm. Come alone.”

Elian’s mind racing, he turned to Emily. “I need to take care of something. Can you handle the rest of the investigation for now?”

Emily raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Be careful, Elian. And don’t forget to check in.”

With a sense of foreboding, Elian headed toward the train station, unaware that his life was about to take a drastic turn.

Elian’s mind was abuzz with questions as he made his way to the train station. Who could have sent the mysterious message? And what did they want with him?

He arrived at the station, scanning the crowded platform for any sign of the person who had summoned him. The air was thick with the smell of diesel fuel and the hum of idle chatter.

As he checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, a figure emerged from the crowd. It was a woman with light brown eyes and long, curly brown hair. She was dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, and she looked like she meant business.

“Elian Vale,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Elian’s instincts told him to be cautious, but his curiosity got the better of him. “Who are you?” he asked, his eyes locked on hers. “And what do you want with me?”

The woman stared, a mischievous glint in her eye. “My name is not important,” she said. “But I have information about your sister, Aria Vale. Information that could change everything.”

Elian’s heart skipped a beat. His sister’s case had gone cold years ago, and he had almost given up hope of ever finding out what had happened to her.

8 year ago, Elian’s younger sister, Aria Vale, suddenly disappeared, a search party was sent to look for her, however, she was never found.

“What kind of information?” he asked, “Who are you?” his voice barely above a whisper.

The woman glanced around the platform, as if she was worried about being overheard. “he’s watching us, I’ll tell you on the train,” she said. “But we have to go now.”

With that, she turned and started walking hastily toward the train, which was preparing to depart. Elian hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should trust this mysterious woman. But his desire for answers about his sister’s case ultimately won out.

He followed her onto the train, his heart racing with anticipation. As the train pulled out of the station, Elian felt a sense of trepidation. He had no idea where he was going or what he would find when he got there. But he was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what it took.

Little did he know, his life was about to change.

“so! Who are….”Elian paused, his question interrupted by a ticking sound. Listening closer, the sound appeared to come from outside. Looking at the trains see-through glass window, he saw a red object flying towards the train.

Squinting his eyes, he identified the object, it was … a “Bomb!”. Elian yelled “Take cover”, diving to the ground, his hands over his head. The Bomb made impact with the glass window, setting off a powerful explosion. Debris of glass flew around, and the train was nocked of the train tracks, falling off a high bridge.

Elian’s world went dark, his vision blurry from the explosion. His ears rang, and the sound of twisted metal and screams filled the air. He was disoriented, but he knew he had to move.

With a Herculean effort, Elian dragged himself out of the train’s wreckage. He collapsed onto the ground, his legs, left hand, and ribs throbbing in agony. He lay there, his head raised to the sky, as tears rolled down his cheeks from the pain.

The train had fallen from a great height, and the collision with the ground had been devastating. Elian knew that he was lucky to be alive, but at what cost?

As he lay there, a new wave of pain washed over him. It started in his stomach, building in intensity until it became unbearable. Elian’s right hand instinctively went to his stomach, and he was shocked to feel something warm flowing like water.

Looking down, Elian’s eyes widened in horror. His stomach was punctured, and blood was pouring out. He was bleeding out, and he knew he had to act fast if he wanted to survive.

With a surge of adrenaline, Elian used his right hand to apply pressure to the wound. He gritted his teeth, fighting against the pain and the darkness that threatened to consume him.

As he lay there, Elian thought about his sister, Aria. He thought about the mysterious woman on the train. And he thought about the bomb that had destroyed the train.

Could this all be connected somehow? Who had done this? And why?

Elian’s vision began to blur again, but he refused to give up. He knew he had to hold on, no matter what.

With a newfound determination, Elian whispered to himself, “I will survive. I will find out who did this. And I will make them pay.”

Suddenly, a male figure walked up to him, Elian raised his head to see who it was.

The man standing over Elian was tall, with dark eyes that seemed to bore into his soul. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. He wore a black suit, perfectly tailored to his athletic build, and a crisp white shirt that seemed out of place in the midst of the carnage.

As the man’s eyes locked onto Elian’s, a small, cruel smile played on his lips. “Are you Elian Vale?” he asked, his voice low and menacing.

Elian’s mind was reeling, trying to make sense of the situation. Who was this man? And how did he know his name? He decided to play it cautious, replying with an indirect answer. “Who’s asking?”

The man's smile grew wider, but his eyes remained cold and unyielding. “Thank you Mr. Elian Vale, your services to Japan are no longer required,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.

As he spoke, the man pulled out a gun and pointed it directly at Elian’s face. Elian’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt a wave of fear wash over him. But he refused to back down, his mind racing with questions.

“Hmmm… I see,” Elian said, trying to sound calmer than he felt. “If you’re going to kill me, would you at least have the decency to tell me who sent you?”

The man's face remained expressionless, his eyes never leaving Elian’s. “No,” he replied, his voice firm and unyielding.

Elian’s eyes locked onto the gun, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew he had to think fast, or he would be dead in a matter of seconds. But as he looked into the man’s eyes, he saw something that chilled him to the bone - a complete and utter lack of humanity .

Then,…Elian’s world went dark as the man’s finger tightened around the trigger. The sound of the gunshot was deafening, and Elian felt a searing pain in his forehead.

He tried to cry out, but his voice was silenced by the impact of the bullet. His body jerked violently, and he felt himself falling backward, his vision blurring.

As he lay there, Elian’s thoughts were disjointed and fragmented. He saw flashes of his sister, Aria.

His beloved little sister, she was a young feminine beautiful, an adorable smile on he face, that would melt the hearts of who so ever saw it, her dark eyes was complemented by her long raven black hair, on the left side of her face was a long-healed star shaped wound.

He saw glimpses of his own life, his memories fading like sand between his fingers.

And then, everything went black.

Elian’s body lay still, his chest motionless, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare. The man stood over him, the gun still smoking in his hand.

He looked down at Elian's lifeless body, his expression unchanging. “It’s done,” he said, “Elian Vale, … is dead!” his voice devoid of emotion.

With that, the man turned and walked away, leaving Elian’s body to lie there, alone and unmoving.

In that moment, Elian Vale was dead!