Two years later, the look on Raymond's gaze was deadly, he had so many scares on his body resulted from the beating he got from the police.

He sat beside a guy with his lunch and began to eat gently without looking at anyone.

A tattooed guy sitting beside him, he took a quick look at Raymond before giving a signal to some of the guys in the room. Eleven of them stood up surrounding him.

Noticing this, Raymond stopped eating. He sighed and took in some water. After that, he hit his cup on the table.

"Can you guys just leave me alone" Raymond said obviously upset with the way they always try to pick on him.

"You always behave like you're better than us and we hate that" the guy beside him said.

Raymond smiled dangerously. "I'm better than you.. beat it"

The guy flared up in anger, he grabbed the knife and made to stab him but Raymond held his hand and punch him severally until he bleed from his mouth. He took the knife from him and stabbed him on his back.

"Argh!!" the guy yelled.

Raymond smirked, he turn to look at the other ten goons standing alert. He fold his arm sleeve up and held his head high.

"C'mon"

The goons looked at each other and began to attack him. Well none of them even had the chance to touch even the strand of his hair. His moves were fast and his punch deadly.

He stabbed the last one on his stomach with a fork and send him down with a hard kick. By the time he was done, Raymond was breathing hard while he watched them rolling on the floor. Most them have their bones broken, some stabbed and some were at the peak of dead.

A fat police woman officer walked in and saw the scene. This is not the first time so she sighed.

"Raymond.. You have a visitor" she said to him.

...

"Who the hell are you?" Raymond asked raising his brow.

"Mr Adams, your new sponsor. I'm planning to get you out of prison" An old man who seems to be around the age of 60's said to him.

"I never asked for your help" he replied standing on his feet to leave. There's no one out there for him anyway.

"I found the person who killed your sister" The old man said and Raymond stopped to look him.

"Who?"

°°°

In dark room, some men could be seen taking drugs, chatting and laughing.

A young girl with a highschool uniform stood there with her head lowered.

"What are you still doing here.. ehh!!" Raider who seems to be their leader yelled at the girl.

"Dad please, your daughter is dying. Can't you just give me some money so I can pay the hospital bills for my younger sister?" The girl plead with heavy heart. She has a scare at one side of her left leg.

She knows this man have the money since he is a freaky rich politician but ever since her mom died, he became a monster.

Raider flared up in anger and threw a bottle at her. The bottle smashed on the floor wounding her leg in the process.

"We wouldn't be like this if your mom is alive!!" Raider yelled.

"She died because of you!!.. you were the reason why those goons have to trap us in a fire. Mom warned you several times to stop these dirty job but you didn't listen!" She yelled.

Raider threw another bottle, it hit her this time and she fell flat and sand covered most of her face. Other men in the room on watched with a smirk on their faces.

"I just wished she had saved your little brother instead of a rat like you" He said coldly.

Even with all of these, the young girl couldn't let a tear out. She tried her best to cry at least but not avail.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson" The man nodded and grab a metal pole before moving towards the girl.

But just then, the door opened, A guy with a black mask and cap came in. His eyes was filled with fury as he stared at the men in the room.

One of them stood up "Who the f*ck are.."

His word was cut short with a bullet penetrating through his head.

Seeing this, Others eyes widened and grab their deadly weapon.

The girl ran to hide in a place and watch.

"Arghhh!!!!" They all screamed and charged towards him with their weapons.

The sound of gunshots, loud screams, metal clash, bones breaking and heavy breaths rented the whole room. The young girl watch how fast the guy moves, he was like a pro in the deadly game. He moves were sharp and he was fast.

Raymond shot one to three times on the leg and then shot him on the mouth. Another one charge towards him, he sent several punched on his face before breaking most of his bone.

Her father quickly pulled out his gun to shoot but the masked guy kicked it out if his hand and swiftly pointed his gun to his head.

"Okay.. okay.. you win.. you win" The man shiver.

"Victoria Hampton.. Do you know her?" Raymond asked coldly while Raider shivers.

Raider thought for a while and remembered something. "Oh no!.. see you need to listen"

He made a click sound on his gun ready to shoot.

"Answer the goddamn question" He said coldly.

"I know her but..."

BANG!!

The young girl saw how the bullet penetrate through her father's head and gasped. She quickly held her mouth and hide.

She was praying hard not to be killed but he stood before her.

She swallowed and looked up to him, his emerald eyes was piercing as ever.

The masked guy raised his gun and point it towards her head. Surprisingly, she didn't budge from her spot instead, she admire the way he look at her.

Crazy right?

The masked guy made a click sound on his gun and the next thing that was heard was a gunshot.

BANG!!!

BANG!!

Raymond sprang up from his sleep. There was sweat all over his body, and he was breathing so hard.

The incident of him killng a group of gang happened a year ago, and he kept on dreaming about it. He pulled his hair and groaned, trying hard to calm himself.

...

"Do you still have nightmares?" A middle-aged woman asked. Her calm gaze was on the guy tapping his finger restlessly on his chair.

With just one look, one would know that he wasn't interested in this discussion he was having.

"I asked you a question, young man. Do you still have nightmares?" she asked again, stretching her words this time.

"No," he replied in a hoarse voice, darting his emerald eyes around the room. He was obviously trying to avoid her gaze.

"You know we've been doing this long enough for me to know that you're lying... Raymond," she said.

"I don't have nightmares," he repeated, playing with the ring on his lip by digging it between his upper teeth.

"Are we seriously going to do this today?" she asked, and he kept quiet.

"Fine," she said, grabbing her cell phone.

"What are you doing?" Raymond asked, raising his brow. She didn't reply as she began to dial a number.

"You're not calling that old man... are you?" he asked, but she didn't stop. "Fine, stop! I'll cooperate, don't just call the old man, alright," he said in a British accent.

Mrs. Brown looked up at him and dropped her phone. A soft sigh escaped his pink lips as he sank back into his chair.

"You look a little off, Raymond. Did something happen lately?" she asked.

Raymond looked to the other side; part of his tattoo was visible.

"I just had to deal with something last night," he replied.

"At the club... I heard you broke the three rules I gave you." Mrs. Brown's face showed she wasn't impressed.

"I didn't break any of those boring rules of yours, Mrs. Brown," he said, rolling his tongue in his mouth-something he always did whenever he was lying.

"Rule number one: never do something illegal. Did you stick to that rule last night?"

"I did."

"Okay, tell me what happened last night," she said.

"I was chilling as usual at the club when I spotted an ass calling for my attention, and then I spanked it," he shrugged.

...

"Hey sexy," Raymond said, caressing a girl's ass all of a sudden. The girl quickly jerked herself away from him.

"Fuck off," she snapped.

"C'mon girl, I kinda like you. Wanna be mine tonight?" he asked, licking his lips as his eyes scanned her body.

Someone suddenly grabbed him from behind and punched him hard in the face. Raymond touched his bleeding lip and looked up at him.

"You..."

"Stay the fuck away from my girl, dickface!" he spat, grabbing the girl out of the club.

"Whoa! The mighty Raymond Adams just got punched in the face," his close friend Leonard laughed. His body was also covered in tattoos.

"I kinda like that, buster," his other close friend Jake said, drinking from his bottle.

Raymond licked the blood off his lips and grabbed his jacket.

"Bro! Where are you off to!" Both of his friends yelled, then laughed afterward.

...

Mrs. Brown only kept silent, listening to his words.

"You deserved that, Ray... so what did you do after that?" she asked.

"What do you expect me to do, huh?" he asked, his eyes turning cold just at the thought of it.

"Did you follow rule number two?" she asked.

"What's rule number two again?" he asked, frowning.

"Seriously, Ray! That's the whole point of these. Rule number two says you can't hurt anyone, remember?" she said loudly, shaking her head.

"Oh... I actually didn't hurt him," he said, biting his lip.

...

The guy who hit Raymond got out of his car and moved to open the door for his so-called girlfriend. Just as she got out, he pinned her harshly.

"You enjoyed that motherfucker's hand on your ass, didn't you? I'm sure if I wasn't there, you'd probably let him fuck you for the night," he said, almost hurting her with the way he pinned her against the car.

"He came all of a sudden, I was caught off guard... I'm so sorry, babe," the girl sobbed.

The next thing the guy felt was someone grabbing him from behind. His head collided with the car window hard, and the glass shattered, his head bursting into the car.

"Fuck!" the guy cursed under his breath, but he was dragged outside and then had his head pinned against the car.

"Stop!" the lady with him yelled.

Raymond opened his palm, brought out a knife, then stabbed the guy's hand into the car, earning a loud scream from him.

...

"You didn't?... then explain this." Mrs. Brown brought out the bloody knife and placed it on the table.

He cursed under his breath-how could he have forgotten to take that with him?

"The guy is currently in the hospital with his hand brutally injured," she said, shaking her head.

"I didn't hurt him that bad, at least he can walk," Raymond said, sighing. "What about rule number three: don't kill anyone. I didn't break that," he shrugged.

"No, you didn't, but... you know you can kill someone without hurting them physically, right?" she asked.

"That's bullshit," Raymond chuckled.

"I told you not to use those words here," Mrs. Brown scolded, and he kept quiet. "I hope you know I'm trying to help you get over your past. Letting it control you won't help. You've killed a lot of people, and you're trying to justify it..."

"I'm trying my best, doctor. You don't have to keep reminding me how fucked up I am."

"Do you have something or someone that makes you feel alive?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do... I-"

"Please don't say pussy or alcohol... that's not what I meant," she cut in, and Raymond cleared his throat.

"That was exactly what I was about to say. You're such a cynic, doc," he muttered.

"Nothing else?" she asked.

"Nothing apart from those two," he said.

"Then that would be your personal assignment."

"I'm not a darn kid."

"Do you want to be free, Ray... then find something that wakes the light in you. I'll give you a month," she said and closed her book. "And... this session is over," she added and stood to leave Raymond with his mouth open.

"Fuck the darn light," he muttered.