The silence is what kills me the most, or perhaps that is not being with her. It has been two days since she went missing and ever since then my life has been nothing but empty. Without her there is no life and now it seems that I have lost my will to breathe for she is the oxygen that my body needs and without oxygen there is no breath which means there is no life. The rage inside me has been nothing but a beast which has attacked everyone and everything in its path, like a raging dragon protecting its most priced gold.

If I'm the dragon well that means that Lila is the gold, but she is so much more than that and shines so much brighter than anything in the world. Yet her light is being taken over and the darkness has her somewhere that we don't know. Each day there has been a note sent to the police, telling them how they should stop their investigation as they will never find her and if they don't then he will kill her and send her to them in pieces.

Of course none of them are heeding to his demands and the detective is even worse than he was before, snapping at everyone, and he has already questioned me about seven times already. He has police officers watching me every second of the day, and he's doing everything he can to pin this on me. Though while I'm not the one who is doing this I've also been doing some investigation myself. I will not trust them to find the one that I love and I will do whatever it takes to protect her and bring her back to where she belongs. With me. He has stolen her away but I will get her back by any means necessary.

"That handle is going to come out of your salary, you know that, right?" My annoying coach says behind me when I have a metal handle bent in my hands. Nothing is too strong for me, I can break anything apart. I have broken more bones in men than are in their bodies in more ways than one might wonder. I glare at him as I sit in the gym. The police officers of course watching my every move and it does make it satisfying to know that they only report that I'm not responsible.

"Can't you just annoy someone else?" I ask him, as I look at him. He has something in his hand. A small package. "This was left in the locker rooms, with your name on it" He tells me and hands it to me. It's rather light is on the same sight as my hand. It's wrapped in a brown gift wrapping paper and it has my name written on it. I nearly stand up and throw the chair away when I recognize the handwriting. The same one that is on the letters that were sent to the police.

There is no doubt in my mind that the one that is giving me this is the one that has her. I will kill him so horribly that even his mother will not attend his funeral for his body will be so messed up that no one will ever want to look at it ever again. And if he has touched her in any way... I will personally make sure that he suffers worse than he has ever suffered in his entire life. My eyes scan the place, trying to spot if there is anyone out of place and watching me but I don't see anyone that is suspicious.

"Are you okay?" My coach asks but I just brush him aside as I start to carefully open the package. My heart pounding loudly inside my chest, praying that she has not been sent to me in pieces. Sweat is leaking down my face as the fear which I try to cover up rises inside me. There is only one person that can bring me down on my knees and that is Lila, she is the only one that will ever make me afraid, and sad and happy.

Opening the package there is not much in it and I sigh in relief but there is still something. A lock of her hair. I know that it's her hair, under it there is a note which I pick up. A small one with only one sentence written on it and just like the letters that came for the police there is no name of the sender. 'She disobeyed the rules and has paid the price' stands in a messy handwriting but that makes me madder than I have ever been. I crumble the note in my hand as I clench my fist.

If I was angry before I'm furious now. Fury does not even explain what I'm feeling now. I feel like destroying this whole building. "I take it that are not good news" My coach says and I glare at him. He knows nothing of Lila's disappearing, and he was on the other side of me, so he did not read the note. "You think!" I yell at him, and he backs away from me, knowing that when I'm this angry he nor anyone should not be around me. All I see is red and all I want to do is destroying something.

Destroy that sick man that has her for what he has done to her. I swore to myself that he would never touch her but now that he has I swear that I will end his miserable existence from this earth to the point where no one will even know his name ever again and it will never be uttered. I need to punch something. The police are ready to attack me if I were to try doing anything to them and as much as I would want to, I have much bigger problems to deal with now.