The Hollow and The Saint

"The world we live in is no different from Hell; there are those who are tortured by the fire, there are demons who carry out orders, and then, of course, there is the devil himself. Well, I plan on turning hell into heaven."

Wounded, heartbroken with a hollow void filling down his soul, Logan Hayz is lying down on the ground, in front of him the corpse of his son, with a bullet stuck in his skull painting such beauty on his face. A bullet fired from the same Glock pistol Logan is holding in his right hand. Blood covering his left mechanical arm giving it an exquisite look with the rust of steel. Water drops touching down his flabby skin, in one eye he can see the past along with all the hardships and sufferings he had to endure to achieve his ultimate dream of creating the perfect world. In the other, he saw the reason he pursued that dream, Elizabeth Rose, his long-lost beloved.



26. Dark Clouds


The moment I heard that Molotov cocktail breaking the window and exploding inside my apartment, I grabbed the keys and jumped through the other window into the fire escape stairs.

Whoever threw that bottle wants me out of the apartment. The file, that’s what they are after.

I went up to the rooftop, I opened the tank, and grabbed the file. I still had a gun inside, a HK P9 pistol. I picked it up and jumped off to the other rooftop. It was a short jump but I barely made it. I landed on my left arm, as my right was still injured. From there, I took the stairs down, then I made my way to the alleyway where I stashed a Kawasaki Mach motorcycle. I had it covered with a blanket and luckily, nobody stole it. I was saving it for situations like this.

“Hold it right there! Keep your hands where I can see them!” An ominous voice called me from the back.


I raised my hands, “I guess you are the asshole that threw that Molotov and set my apartment on fire.”

“Now aren’t you a smart ass? Get down on the floor and put your hands behind your head!”

This was his plan all along. He wanted me and the file out of the apartment. He knew where I would go, he must’ve searched the entire perimeter. He is good!

He came closer, first his searched my arms, then went all the way down to my feet. He kept his gun at a safe distance so I couldn’t disarm it. One wrong move and a bullet will blow my brains out. There was no room for any more mistakes. The file was under my shirt.

"Turn around! And don't try to act smart," So I turned.

He sensed my chest with his hands and noticed the bump.

“There it is! Now get back on the floor!” He yelled. I turned around, the moment his left hand touched my chest again, I grabbed it. I wasn’t afraid of him firing the gun as I was already out of its range, but I didn’t account for his fast reaction. I got hit right on my head with the grip of his gun. He opened up a wound on the left side of my forehead.

“Ugh, I told you don’t move! Why do you insist on making it harder for yourself?” He was aiming the gun at my bleeding face.

Although he was right in front of me, I was entirely powerless. His stance was impenetrable and flawless. He stood way back where I couldn’t attack without getting my body filled with holes. And I couldn’t rely on speed considering his quick reaction.

“Who are you?” I asked, stirred by his strength.

I was on the floor, my hand pushing through the pain on my forehead. Somehow, he appeared big to my eyes, it was as if I was standing in front of a giant with a gun.

“I guess you can call me Splinter, like it would matter in a moment. Now stand still. I am too old for this shit. Don't worry. I will make it quick.”

“Hey! What are you guys doing!?” A police officer noticed our brawl in the alley.

Someone must’ve reported about the fire in my apartment and the police officer came to check in.

“Help me please officer! This guy is trying to rob me! He has a gun!” I yelled.

Quickly, the policeman drew his gun, and aimed at Splinter.

“Alright now, put your hands where I can see them!” Said the police officer, standing like a typical policeman holding the revolver’s grip with his right, his left holding the bottom.

“Now now, officer, no need to get violent, I will comply,” Splinter replied, tossing his MAP .32ACP to the side.

The officer was walking slowly towards him, he never lowered his gun.

Damn it, knowing that monster he will dispatch the poor guy with ease.

I could read ‘Officer Hoffman’ on the right side of his uniform. Hoffman was going for the cuffs. In a blink of an eye, Splinter took his revolver and knocked the officer down, just like I predicted. Quickly I took out the gun concealed in my right ankle and pointed it at him.

“Oh boy, don’t you ever learn?” Splinter froze the moment he saw me with the gun.

I had to take the shot fast. I was aiming at his head, then suddenly he shot the officer and went on shooting at me. Quickly, I ran to the street and stopped the nearest car.

“Hey! Get out before I blow your brains!” I threatened the woman sitting inside.

She came out screaming, and ran for her life. The moment I entered that BMW car, a volley of shots came right at me, breaking the glass. I ducked and the shards were all over my hair and body. All of his shots missed me. So I started the engine, and high tailed it out of his line of sight. Now, all I had to do was to make my way to the mansion in one piece.


First, I find out that my last contract was to assassinate an Illuminati officer, then The Baron tries to kill me, and now a veteran assassin is after the files which I was supposed to deliver to The Owl. What a mess, nothing makes fucking sense.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived inside The Doctor’s mansion. The first thing I did was calling Ms. Anderson’s house. I was worried about Elizabeth, I wanted to tell her to stay away from the apartment for a while. However, nobody answered. I was anxious, but with nothing I could do, I only had one thread that could lead me to the perpetrators.

I sat down in the study. Looking at the desk where The Doctor used to sit for hours reading and writing books, I sank in sadness.  

He will get better, I know he will.

I sat on the desk, took a glance at the file, but I didn’t understand a thing. All I could see were random names and locations.

What do they mean? Why would The Owl go the trouble of killing a high ranking Illuminati officer for this?

It was 7 a.m., and after seven hours of research, I finally found something. The file contained names of different kinds of secrets - fake companies, money laundry projects, drug dealers, and many other operation. They all belonged to Franco. If I had to guess, The Owl wanted these files to seize over Franco’s operations. However, the puzzle was missing two pieces - The Baron and Raven.

"Hey Logan, don’t tell me you were up here from last night.” Emily said after entering the study.

“I had some work I had to finish,” I replied, my nose in the file.

“Come on, don’t burn yourself like that, your injuries haven’t healed yet. And what is with that wound on your head? Gosh, you are like a child who never stops playing around and hurting himself!” She yelled in my ears.

She went downstairs and grabbed the first aid box and came back to fix my wound.

“You do realize that I am older than you right? Still, you act like my mother. This is weird,” I joked while she was bandaging my head.

“Now if this is your way of saying thank you, it’s not working.”

“Thank you then, I guess?”

“At least try to say it like you mean it!”

“Merci ma cher.”

“Oh, now you sound like a gentleman, but it doesn’t suit you though.”

“Oh fuck off!" I said with a humorous tone.

She was laughing. Although her laugh was different, she kind of reminded me of Elizabeth.

I miss Eli so much. I hope she is doing fine.

Someone was knocking on the door, I stood up and went to open it.

“Mr. Logan this letter has just arrived for you, sir,” Said Timothy.

“A letter for me?”

Nobody knew I was here, so how come someone sent me a letter?

 I opened it up and read it from start to end. Then, with all my might, I crushed it under my hands and throw it on the ground.

“Fuck!” My fist slamming the door.

“Logan, what’s wrong!?” Emily stood up, shocked.

“Those bastards kidnaped Elizabeth!” 

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