2022-03-19 14:04:02Shortly thereafter, at the front main entrance of the high-level prison, Dakota and Thomas were accompanied by Warden, Carlos, who guided them through the gates.
"How did he end up in isolation? What did he do?" Thomas asked.
The guard, Carlos, whose rank was a few levels below the chief, replied, "He challenged one of the lifers. They could have easily taken him out, but this guy is insane; he didn't hesitate to poke one of them in the eyes with a plastic fork. The man was two sizes on him. If no one stopped him, he might have killed that guy without blinking."
Thomas smirked. "Crazy man like that, yet someone still has the nerve to challenge him.
"Well, after this, no one will ever gets near him," Carlos grinned.
Once outside the prison gates, Thomas and Dakota headed towards the parking area. Thomas paused for a moment in front of the car, staring at Dakota's face for a long time. He furrowed his brow, noticing how calm the young man was, even though he already knew Dakota's true nature—he hardly showed any excessive emotions, even when that heinous murderer was staring at him without blinking.
"Hemmh."
Dakota opened the door and got in.
"Do you have something to say, Tom?" Dakota asked, feeling uncomfortable under Thomas's prolonged gaze as the man slid into the driver's seat.
"How can you be so sure he’ll call you back?" ask the man.
Thomas remembered, just before they left the room, Erick had called out Dakota's name and offered his help, even though Dakota hadn’t said a word.
Dakota looked out the window; the prison area, with its high security, was quite far from civilization. They had to travel a long distance from the city to get there, and there were no buildings or structures around—definitely a fitting place to hold someone extremely dangerous to society.
"He's narcissistic," Dakota said, glancing at Thomas, his gaze intense. "A narcissist wouldn't allow himself to be defeated. Plus, he has an incredibly high sense of self-importance, believing everything he does is perfect. He wouldn't leave any room for anyone to insult him."
"That's why he got bored and turned himself in," he added.
Thomas smirked. "Turned himself in? He was caught trying to run away, actually..."
Dakota slowly closed the car door, fastened the seatbelt, and fell silent. Thomas wondered if he was wrong, if maybe Dakota was right. The young man, as usual, wasn't one to easily share his opinions. Thomas started the car, quickly maneuvering out of the parking lot.
***
A Narcissistic known to have very high confidence and self admirer, he adores himself more than anyone else in this world, that's why a very narcissistic person could be categorized as a psychopath in another form, he just starts to believe in himself, and believes there's no one in this world will beat him in anything.
~~~~ Dakota Sorrenson~~~~
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In the deepest night, cold and silence of the giant metropolis fell to sleep.
"Help!!" A scream cut through the night's stillness, the deep darkness.
"Help!!"
Dozens of stories above the ground, on a skyscraper construction site where a long crane reached far into the night sky, a figure hung from the crane's end, dangling precariously, without a single garment covering her innocent body, naked.
The countless tears, the chill that pierced the bones, and a fierce wind that makes the woman's skin turned to blue. Her wrists were bound tightly with thick, cold iron chains hooked to the crane. Her right leg dangled, attached to a rope with a plastic-wrapped object—resembling a cell phone—containing a clear liquid.
"H-help," she stammered, her body wet and smelling faintly of gasoline. She shivered, close to losing her voice, her tears all cried out.
How she got there, she didn't know. She'd woken up already hanging. Her last memory was having fun with friends at a karaoke club.
No matter how loudly she screamed, there was no way anyone could hear her. The horror was unimaginable—was this just a nightmare? But everything felt so painfully real.
"Help, huks huuu, he-lp..."
Suddenly, the phone inside the liquid-filled plastic vibrated; there was an incoming call from a name that appeared on the screen: 'my love.' In an instant, sparks flew, quickly growing larger and igniting the woman's body.
"Ackkhhh!! Help!!"
The flames spread rapidly, and in no time, the naked body became a blazing fireball, illuminating the pitch-black night. Her anguished screams echoed throughout the construction site.
She thrashed, burning alive, until finally, the poor woman's body lay still.
Someone stood behind the freight elevator, a figure in black who had been silently observing, even grinning at the scene without blinking, as if savoring it. The person, marked with a unique tattoo on the ankle, moved away slowly, vanish in the dark sites.
***
Bayward, the bustling metropolis, is home to the prestigious Carlson Wien University, a beacon of knowledge amidst the boundless growth of the capital city.
Fallen leaves flew away and some landed by the window. Some little cute birds just flew with the wind, back and forth, up and down the tall tree branches. The green park of huge magnificent university. It lay as far as eyes can see, is about two hundreds hectares with the most famous leading faculty in the country there. The air had never been so fresh like in the Carlson's university area, as if it was another planet far from the bustling city.
The classroom was approaching midday; Dakota had just finished writing on the whiteboard at the front of the class that day. It didn’t take long for him to wrapping up the session.
He was still tidying up stack of the books while the classroom began to empty, when his assistant, Dina, approached.
"Professor, there's a package waiting for you in your office," she said, the sweet second-year girl smiled brightly. It was no surprise that she became Dakota's assistant among the others, as everyone offered to help him, forming a special club just for Dakota.
Dakota looked up and nod.
"Thank you, Dina."
Dakota might be a professor, but he wasn’t much older than his students. It was no secret that many of them saw him more as an idol than their professor.
Along the way to his office, everyone greeted him very friendly.
"Good afternoon, Professor!" they all chimed.
They all get used to the cold un-expression of the young professor who doesn't think it was so important to give his very best smile.
***
A fairly large package was placed on his desk, a brown cardboard box complete with a courier shipping receipt. But there was no sender's name; when Dakota glanced at the receipt, there was only a big note on the box saying 'must be opened immediately' along with a few handwritten sentences in red marker.
Slowly, Dakota took a cutter from the drawer. He wasn't particularly curious about the items sent to him; it wasn't anything new. Many people had sent him things before, from takeout food, clothes, flowers, books, even dolls. Usually, he would ask his assistant to open them, but that day wasn’t busy, so he could do it himself. He tried to reduce these kinds of acts, but some people still miss the memo.
"Snip."
The sound of the cutter slicing through the tape on the box. And as he opened it wide, Dakota froze in place; it wasn’t the usual stuff he often received.
"Hmh."
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Sam pursed his lips, he nodded.“That’s right, just like Kim said, the man has a first wife who is now in who knows where in the world. Kim said she wasn’t sure if they were divorced or not, it wasn’t public consumption, but what is clear is that soon after his first wife left the house, his younger wife, Amy Mazen took her place in the big house. This is like a melodrama on television, I’m curious too. What happened to his old wife?” Sam stroked his chin, thinking.Dakota leaned back in his chair. Sam might have thought that Dakota was thinking hard about their case, but no, that was not what was on Dakota's mind right now. For a long time, he looked at Sam, silent. Sam straightened his seat, not knowing what Dakota wanted to say, but Sam felt like he did want to say something.“What’s wrong Dax, what’s on your mind?” Sam asked. He was close enough to Dakota to know she had something to say, and that s
He Clearly Knows
“I read in the group that you found other bodies. Have you confirmed that Matt Mazen did it?” Dakota asked.Sam looked at Dakota's serious face, then pursed his lips. He nodded.“Um, all the evidence is clear. There are witnesses who confessed, and Amy Mazen, his mother, also said that her son did all that. Tomorrow John Mazen will arrive from abroad. We will see what he gonna say about his son. From his secretary, said that the man was shocked and could not believe that his son did that,” said Sam.Dakota looked straight ahead, his clear eyes watching the news on the television quite seriously. Sam looked at him, taking a deep breath before continuing his speech, he patted Dakota’s thigh.“I read Matt Mazen’s profile, He has suffered from schizophrenia since a young age. His behavior got worse when he entered high school and he had committed physical violence against some of his classmates. John Mazen was critici
The Son
The Mazen family residence. The house was very spacious, all the buildings and land as far as the eye could see from where Sam and Aris were standing now belonged to the family. They didn't even refuse at all when Sam and the others visited and wanted to look for the second son of the big family. The waiting room at the front of the three-story house with a classic modern building was very comfortable, not much furniture with only a long sofa for three people and a round table in the middle, on the front wall a large painting as high as the wall that was quite eye-catching. A painting of a large white tiger, with its prey several white rabbits around it and one that was stepped on under its feet. If only Dakota saw this, would he be upset? As far as Sam knew, Dakota liked rabbits. Well, as far as he knew Dakota who always took the time to play with pet rabbits in one of the cafes in the Cyan area when they visited there.
Another Bodies In The Ground
The rain was still falling. The sky was slowly getting darker outside, like any other rainy day in Bayward city. The flags of Bayward city and the central police at the top of the pole looked shabby and helpless, wet and crumpled, drooping just like that. While the clouds still looked fat with water that continued to spill covering the entire city. From a distance, there was a pile of vehicles outside the main road of the police headquarters complex. Although the sky looked sad and unenthusiastic, all activities continued as they should.Several officers in the headquarters passed by, lost in their daily activities. Two interrogation rooms on the first floor were seen busy with their witnesses. Meanwhile, Sam sat in the Monitoring room while preparing coffee to enjoy the donuts that had just been bought at their favorite shop across from the headquarters. It was so nice, the cold air like this, enjoying fragrant coffee and his favorite donuts. Moreover, the view was so pleasa
It's On The Ground
“Yeah, Sam,” Dakota got into his car, just as he received a phone call from Sam. Edi opened the door for him and closed it tightly. The young man rushed to the front and got into the driver’s seat, not for long the luxury car drove out of the lobby.It was late afternoon. This was Dakota’s last day teaching at Carlson for this semester, after which lectures would be on holiday for about a month for the start of winter. His class that day was quite intense until he didn't realize that the sky was already dark and heavy rain was pouring again. The sound of heavy raindrops could be heard as soon as his car drove out of the building.Dakota glanced at his watch, it was only five four minutes, but the sky was very dark as if it was night.“Looks like I’m going to be late. It’s rush hour, the road must be crowded,” Dakota said.Sam stood in front of the large window of the police headquarters. He had just received
The Rain Fell So Hard,
After a day of searching and a trip from island 01 back to Bayward, a large meeting was held at Bayward headquarters. Detectives and police to federal officers filled one of the largest multipurpose rooms on the ground floor of the police headquarters. There were at least five teams deployed, with the federal police as the investigator coordinator and the Bayward police as the supporting team. However, since the beginning of the case came from there, the Federals still had to involve Sam and the others in every development of the investigation that was getting brighter.Jack Moris presented his team's findings. The photos of the location were very clear on the large screen that was visible to the back of the large room. Sam and Dakota were standing in the back near the door. It was a major discovery, with this alone, the people caught could get severe punishments for their direct or indirect involvement in what happened on the island.Sam occasionally glanced at Dakota
