Behind The Serial Killer

lding Jack in place. He struggled to bre

his voice low and menacing. "Let me s

o a dark alleyway, hidden from the streetlights.

ess, he saw a figure standing before

fa

sted, corrupted version of him, with eyes t

oice full of pride. "I can bring back the past, ma

hitect began to laugh, a cold, mirthles

felt rooted to the spot. The Architec

enly as it had begun,

head throbbing with pain. The Architect was nowhe

said. "And next time,

ect struck again. But as he stumbled to his feet, he realized that h

th fear and confusion. He didn't know where he was or

figure in the distance. It was A

lled out, runni

ace. "Jack, thank God I found you," he

asked, still trying to p

e's more powerful than we thought.

ned in shock. "W

pawns in a game," Alex said. "He's be

r wash over him. "We hav

t we need a plan. We can

. "I think I know someone

Alex

ld English teacher. She's been i

up with hope. "L

e and for all. But as they walked, Jack couldn't shake the feeling that they were

recounted their tale. Her expression grew incr

months," she said. "I knew he was dangero

e do now?"

tone. "We need to gather evidence, build a case against him. B

ith that. I've got some co

. "I knew I could c

The Architect. They spent the next few days gathering ev

ahead. He seemed to know their every m

s," Jack said, frustrat

nd on his shoulder. "We can't give

zed that The Architect was just a pawn in a much larger game. A

just pawns i