Running from the SWAT team and police force. It was just my luck.

I look to my sides, looking at the bystanders who are screaming at my presence passing them, glaring at me in fear, but I couldn't care for their stares right now.

My chest heaves as the slit on my hip pours with blood, soaking my clothes but it wasn't important right now.

I ran to the bottom of a skyscraper, smashing a window to get inside quickly and sped to the top, leaping from staircase to staircase, all the way to the roof. When I'm finally alone, I sat on the edge of the building, swinging my legs off the side, and watching the mayhem I had caused below unravel.

My breaths were slow and when I was finally fit to move again, I stand; but there was the deafening sound of a gun being cocked behind me. My teeth grind against each other, and I tensed my body to keep as still as possible

"D-don't move," the police officer said behind me.

Her voice was quiet, coated in fear. She knew what I could do and what I have done.

I cackled loudly as I turn to face her, making our eyes connect and shivers crawl her body as I stare longer, the coldness in my eyes staring her over. It was unnerving for me as we continued our contact until my lips finally tilt upward.

"Not a chance" I laughed as I swung my body back and fell off the building. The officer now stood in my old position, gaped down at me as gravity pushed me downward. The air was good and cold at this time of night and the harsh sounds filled my ears. I let a deep breath out before finally releasing my full self to let everyone experience it.

I spread my wings and propelled myself from the fast-approaching ground, the wind catching me and swinging me back into the sky. It was the best feeling ever. I glided through the vast wind, fleeing from the scene of chaos I had created behind me. My wings slid through the thick wind, and I went past the crowds in a flash. At any moment I could've escaped.

But as I was, there was an agonising pain in my left wing, but it couldn't be more than the size of a dot. It weighed me down as my body became heavy. Something had been injected into me and made me lose focus. Daring to look at my side, there was a green dart in the sea of my dark feathers and whilst trying to get it off of me. My mind became adrift as my eyelids began to get heavier and my body started to decline towards the hard ground

Landing on my head, my vision immediately blurred, and I felt my consciousness slipping away from me. I still tried to get up, pushing myself off the ground with one arm- the one that hadn't already lost its feeling. But it was all useless as the SWAT team started to close in on me in a circle, their shields guarding their bodies so it was no use to even try to escape.

I hissed at the pain as another pain shot through my body, and this time, it was no use to avoid the fast-approaching darkness.

I bolted down the old apartment stairs as fast as I could, not caring that I nearly lost my balance and nearly tripped down them multiple times.

Running out of the crumbling complex that contained my home, I ran down the busy streets. It was filled with a litter of people running to get to their workplace, much like I am. It was a struggle at first to push and shove through others but as the rush thins out, I got there in no time.

My building comes into view after 5 minutes. My work was on the outskirts of the city, mostly for the safety of others. It's a tall brick building and takes up nearly a whole block. And arriving at the front, I see my best friend running towards me, with excitement dancing in her eyes.

I raise my hand to wave at her. "Hey Keisha," I said as she charged toward me and gives me a tight hug, squeezing the air out of me.

"Valentina! Guess what!" she yelled into my ear making me wince. She finally calmed down, "Sorry," she giggled, and I just shook my head with a smile.

"What is it, Keisha?" I questioned.

"Well," she said, and turned looking into our building, quietening her voice. "During the night, a criminal was shot down and brought to be held here. And the criminal is the Francis Whitelock," she said with a serious tone. What she said sent shivers down my spine. Francis Whitelock.

It was to be expected for the high security in the system here, but the nerves in my body didn't even begin to calm at the thought of a criminal such as him being placed at my work.

Keisha shrugged her shoulders casually, "I guess it is pretty security safe, now let's go to work! I have a client!" She pushed me by the shoulders into the building and we started to walk into the psychology working block, where our desks were stationed.

It was a bland place but half of the time, we wouldn't be there and were in another room to see prisoners.

Being criminal psychologists, our work is to talk to criminals and understand their minds, see what the root of their troubled path was and work off of that. For me, I usually see each prisoner assigned to me, 1-3 times a week and I would talk to them about their motives and how to improve and come back to realise what negative things they did. I love my job; I love helping people and I've never done it for the money.

Keisha and I were about to part with each other, there was a commotion from the prison block, where the criminals were usually held. I usually tried to stay away from there, but something pushed me to go, and my curiosity got the best of me.

Leaving Keisha behind, I briskly walked to the cells but when I see where the sound was coming from, I retreat when I see the block it was coming from. Solitary Confinement.

Only the worst criminals that were sent to stay there, their crimes would have to be intense. I stare at the door that contained the cells, the small window with bars allowing me to see inside only a little as the screams and threatening yells rung in my ear. My body was frozen as I continued to stare but it worsened as a body flashes past the window. There were black feathers that brushed the bars, and they were streaked with blood.

After that, I forced myself to look away not being able to stare any longer at the gruesome scene.

My body shivered as I turned to walk back to my desk and thoughts danced around my head, only one staying permanently.

He's probably extremely misunderstood...

I was sitting at my desk and studying my papers of clients until I got a call on my work phone and picked it up.

"Hello, this is Dr Valentina Rider, how can I help you?" I answered without even looking at the caller ID, too engrossed in my work.

"Hello Dr Rider, it's me," said Mrs Carol, my boss "I was just wondering if you are free to come by my office for a small meeting discussing some business" It was a short call as she hung up straight after, knowing my answer was a yes; but I was stunned and held the phone for a few seconds longer.

Mrs Carol was never the type of person to make sudden appointments and would plan them at least the day before but I had to go, knowing it would be important if it was this unorganised.

As I gathered up my papers and stationery, pacing to her office across the hallway and knocked before entering. She was sitting at her desk, her red hair dropped over her shoulder in a neat braid. I seated myself in one of the two seats in front of her desk and waited for the meeting to start.

"Okay. So, Dr Rider, I have a very important job to ask. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but it would mean the world to me" she started with a sincere smile. My face twisted into suspicion since she was never one to be nice. What did she want from me?

Mrs Carol let out a deep sigh before making her request.

"Valentina. Will you be the psychologist," she paused in hesitation "for Francis Whitelock?" she asked, her happy tone dropping into a serious one.

I froze in my position. Francis Whitelock.

The famous criminal, a supernatural experiment gone wrong, and America's most dangerous gang leader.

But why me? I had only been here for 3 years and that's hardly any experience compared to other people that work here. And as if reading my mind, my boss answers my lingering question.

"I think you are one of the most sensible and successful people here, experience or not, Valentina. I have seen you get through to many criminals here and turn them onto the good side," she said making me smile in and out.

"So, what do you say? Are you up for the job? I'll even pay you money-"

I hold up my hand to her. "That won't be necessary, You know I don't do this for the money, the money is simply a small bonus for helping others," I explained, making her sigh. Mrs Coral was a very wealthy woman and I know that she valued her money, so she couldn't understand why I did it for the good of all.

And before she could retaliate, I said my goodbye and with that, I left with the files on the criminal.

Getting back to my desk, I flicked through the file and read up on his information and past. There was no family identified, and surfaced at the age of 17, now being 21.

I let out a long sigh, leaned against the wall, and felt a figure shadowing over and behind me, but I wasn't fazed until I heard a deep voice making me jump.

"Francis Whitelock?!" the deep voice boomed, and I knew who it was in an instant.

"Chris!" I laughed nervously, straightening my posture, and trying to hide the paper on the supernatural.

Chris was one of the guards that transported criminals to their psychology sessions and overall guarded some cell blocks. I had gotten to know him since I usually ask him for the key's handcuffs.

It was a little something I did to earn the trust of the criminals and it had worked for my record, but it did come across as strange with Chris.

I turned around to face Chris and saw his face covered in shock, making me laugh nervously. He raised an eyebrow waiting for me to explain.

"It's really fine, Chris. I accepted the job; Mrs Carol gave me the choice" but that only made him frown more.

"Exactly, you don't need to do this V." he scoffs and crosses his arms making him more intimidating. "Francis is a stone heart murderer that kills without a second thought and for all we know, that can happen to you. The whole USA has been preparing for the day we caught him. The government even made special cuffs that chained Francis's wings together so he couldn't fly. He's a real threat." he warned, and I could feel my conscious spike.

"Chris, it's fine, you know I just want to help him" I breathed out, trying to reassure him but still looked unsure and agitated. I smiled and waved him off as he stormed away.

I turned and picked up my file again, only to feel another presence behind me, but I knew who it was once her hand was placed on my shoulder.

"What do you want Keisha?" I sighed with a grin, placing my file down, which unfortunately made her eyes follow.

"So, you have Francis as a patient?" she uttered, raising one eyebrow.

"Yes.. and?" I question wearily, raising my eyebrow back at her.

Keisha just stood up and searched my eyes for any fear or regret, which I didn't have nor show. As I was about to speak she just pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Just stay safe with him" she whispered. I know she just wanted to keep me safe. I nod.

I embraced her hug and patted her on the back before releasing myself. "I've got to go to an appointment with Alex," I said before moving myself away from her and running to my designated room with a notebook and pen.

I sat at the table of two chairs and waited for Alex. I heard a beep, echo around the room and the door open and I saw Alex's happy face, making me smile. As Chris walked in with Alex in front of him, he undid the handcuffs and walked out leaving me and the man alone. His shoulders were relaxed and had a ghostly smile.

"So, this is a happy day I see?" I said with a grin and Alex nodded.

Alex was a child with trauma and had abusive parents causing him to follow their path and have anger issues, meaning having random outbursts of anger, which have decreased lately which is good.

But his anger issues are what lead him here. He had had a fight with a policeman and after that, when he was searched, they found illegal drugs in his car, earning him 2 years of a sentence.

Looking over my paper, I scanned my sheet before placing it down and turning to him. "Okay, so yesterday you had an outburst correct?" I questioned trying not to go into depth with it. Alex nodded slowly, showing an anxious look.

"That fine," I reassured "So I brought a blank sheet here and I've drawn two columns. One labelled likes and dislikes. You'll give me some things in each column and then we can work on the positives. Want to fill it out for me?" I explained and handed a sheet of paper to him. Even after a while, he seemed to be struggling so I gave him some ideas.

"So, here's why we got it!" I read out loud "Likes- Silence, calming, rain, calming sounds. Bad- Yelling, uncontrolled anger, loud noises, blood." Alex nodded; he didn't talk much.

"Okay, so today we are going to try and focus on the happy things and how we can expand on that. Okay?" I smiled at him, and a little grin played on his lips, which just widened mine.

As we were finishing up the list, the alarm beeped, signalling that the session was over. Chris came in and handcuffed Alex and we said our goodbyes and he closed the door behind him. Leaving me alone once again. But then I was soon greeted by another patient.

For the rest of day, I was talking with others and tried to make them improve in choices that succeed. But all that day, I couldn't wait to go home because I needed to do research.

So, when I got home I typed up the name that was playing on everyone's lips.

'Francis Whitelock'