Bueaty and the beast

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Supposed to be dead

I sat at my desk and started going through the victums profile. There were sighns of struggle so this was no accident.

"Hey I found this address of were she hung out. There could be some one there that knows her." Rose said. I nodded and drove to the address.

Once I arrived I came across a warehouse. Why would she hang out here. I pushed that thought aside.

I entered the place as I saw stairs. I put my gun in my hand but kept it low.

I heard music playing so I went by the door were it was coming from.

"NYPD open up!" I yelled. The music stopped and the doors slid open. It was a guy. "Wow easy there." He said gesturing to my gun. I put it back in my waist.

I entered and looked around the room. It was a mess.

"The names Charles." He said. I nodded.

"I am detective Smith." I said. He nodded.

I saw a stair case that was blocked off. I furrowed my eyebrows. I went up the steps and unlocked the chain. "There is nothing up there." He said.

I rolled my eyes and continued going up. "When people say that there is something they are hiding." I said.

I walked up and entered the room it lead to.

There was a bed. And a table with lab equipment on it.

Charlee came up behind me.

"You live here?" I questioned as I looked around.

"Something like that." He said. I nodded and continued searching.

Then I heard a noise. I snapped my head around and saw another figure. I put up my gun. "NYPD! Come out!" I yelled.

The figure slowly walked into the light.

When I saw his face I dropped my gun. The memory of that night and his eyes instantly his my head.

I gasped in shock.

He is Vincent Keath. He died 7 years ago.

He walked closer. "Stay back!" I said. Charlee walked slowly behind him.

"It is ok. I am not going to hurt you." He said.

I gulped. "Y-You saved me. How are you alive?!" I questioned.

My eyes started to tear up.

"Let me explain." He said.

I was hesitant. "Please." He said. I wanted to say no and turn him in but I have this pull tward him.

I nodded as I sat Ina chair.

He sat across from me.

"7 years ago I was chosen to be in this operation called, operation starstruck. They said that it would help us and make us stronger, faster, ECT. They injected us with something that changed our DNA. I was a soilder. But when we started to go to war our senses changed. We went into killing mode. And there was nothing we could do to stop it. Starstruck killed everyone but me. So I had to take my death and I have been hiding out ever since."

He said. I processed all the information.

"You know to?" I asked Charlee. He nodded.

"6 years ago, when my father died. How did you find me?" I asked.

He stared into my eyes. "Because....I have a attraction to you. And I can't control it." He said. I nodded as he looked at Charlee.

"You can't tell anyone." He said.

I opened my mouth to say something but then it closed.

I thought about all that he has been through and if he deserves to be turned in.

"Ok." I said as I let out a breath.

I feel like my life is about to get a whole lot crazier.

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