The Purifier System

"Ryder Hawke, you are hereby suspended from your role as an officer for three days." A hoarse voice came, glaring at a young handsome figure with white hair.

"Sir I don't understand what's going on..." Ryder stuttered, looking at his superior in shock.

"You let three criminals who were under your watch escape, what do you think you deserve for that?" The voice demanded, filled with anger.

"But...."

"Next time, be more careful about who you trust.” The man interrupted Ryder.

"Also, the three day suspension you are given is not a holiday for you. You are to capture those criminals and bring them back to the station, or else you'll be dismissed." The man threatened.

Ryder's eyes opened wide in shock hearing what his superior said. He wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat.

"Now, get out of my office." He commanded, pointing at the door.

"Yes sir." Ryder saluted and turned around, walking out of the office with a bitter smile.

He didn't try to plead and this was because his sentence was light. If not for the fact that his superior favored him, he was supposed to be dismissed.

What had happened was that the night before when he was supposed to be on watch, he had a running stomach and asked one of his colleagues to take his place.

Who would have known that his colleague would take a bribe and release the criminals in the cell who were supposed to be transported to the state prison the next day?

His superior was so angry and he was suspended. He was lucky that it was just a suspension. In a normal case, he was supposed to be dismissed and arrested.

It was why his superior had told him to capture the criminal in three days if he wanted to keep his job.

Ryder sighed as he walked out of the police station, climbed his rather old scooter, and headed home.

It had been three years since he graduated from the police academy and was now a police officer.

He was an honest officer and wouldn't accept bribes like most of his colleagues; this made them look down on him, and he was scorned.

The only person that didn't scorn him was his superior and he would often encourage Ryder to keep up with the good work and that soon, he would be promoted.

Now, Ryder didn't see the chance of promotion again. All his past credits would be dismissed because of what had happened yesterday. He was going to have to start from the beginning again.

But there was nothing he could do about it. He was already suspended, now he had to think of a way to capture back the criminals who had escaped.

"Huh?" Ryder suddenly frowned as his bike came to a stop. The old scooter was faulty once more.

Trying his best to start it, the scooter refused to start and Ryder couldn't help but alight from the scooter and kicked it angrily.

The scooter shook and fell due to the force Ryder had applied on it.

Ryder sighed and looked around, he knew he had to look for a way. It was getting dark already, and where he was was deserted, so he had to leave as soon as he could.

"Need some help with that?" A hoarse voice came just as Ryder was lost in his thoughts.

"No, there's no need, I'll figure it..."

Ryder muttered, but froze amidst his words staring at the figure in front of him.

Weren't they the criminals his colleague allowed to escape?

Yes, there was no doubt they were the ones, and they had about ten people holding batons behind them.

"Dear police officer, how about we help you?" One of the men, a tall, bulky figure, chuckled walking towards Ryder slowly.

"Stand back or I'll shoot." Ryder threatened, putting his hands into his belt-mounted holster to take his pistol, but the next moment his expression changed.

He had forgotten the pistol at the station. How was he going to survive this? Though this thought ran in his mind, there was no hint of fear on his face as he glared at the men.

"You forgot your gun, huh?" The criminals laughed.

"Doesn't matter; I don't need it anyway." Ryder scoffed, seemingly rather fearless.

But in reality, his heart was in an Olympic race, trying to outrun others.

"We'll see about that." The criminal chuckled and then glanced at his men.

"Beat him up." He commanded.

Before Ryder could say anything, he was surrounded.

“Arghhhh!”

Ryder screamed in pain, raising his hands, covering his head to prevent the baton from hitting it.

Soon, he was covered in blood, and his breathing was labored; all parts of his body were swollen.

"Next time, I'll see if you'll have the guts to keep watch on me, or not release me when I command you to." The criminals spat on Ryder before turning around and walking away.

Ryder lay on the floor helpless, all his bones broken and covered in blood.

His breathing was labored, and there was no way he was going to survive this if he didn't get any medical attention. But even if he got better, it was hard to say if he was going to recover.

Was this how he was going to die? His dreams of avenging his parents, which was the real reason he joined the police force to be able to apprehend the criminals, were all going to be shattered.

How was his sister going to feel? He wanted to see her even for the last time.

He wanted to tell her a lot of things, but at the moment, he was on the brink of death and there was no possibility that someone was going to save him.

"Ding!"

"System Activated."

"Commencing automatic recovery." Ryder heard a voice in his head and before he could think too much about it, he felt a warm stream of current flow into his body stimulating the pain in his body and making it intense.

"Arghhhh!" Ryder screamed again, not being able to take the pain, and directly lost consciousness.