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[color=#43464B][sup][b]REMEMBERANCE[/b][/sup][/color][/center][color=#43464B][indent][sub][B]Location[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Dark Residence [/I] - [I]Downtown[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Part 1.[/b][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][hr][INDENT][COLOR=#43464B]5:45 P.M | 26 Months Ago[/COLOR] [color=#43464B][B][sub][/sub][/B][/color][/indent]

Joseph was pulling up onto the Apartment building, 11th and Oak Street, Downtown Sanda Celia, it was a nice enough neighbourhood, just a few miles to the Police Precinct, the 17th. It was a nice neighbourhood, The Darks were, despite Joseph's Detective salary and Karen's paralegal salaries two of the people on the lower end of the tax bracket. There were no neighborhood disputes and Joseph was even on the neighborhood watch. It was a quiet and safe place in a city full of chaos. A haven where the detective could calm down and relax, his loving wife by his side. He had a soft smile on his lips as he pulled the car, his black 1911 Porsche, from 2004. Into the parking garage under the apartments building. He turned off the engine and got his canvas bag and his leather jacket and slung it over his shoulder as he was walking to the elevator. Turning the key in the elevator it took him up to the ninth floor, top of the building. As he walked past the corridor, he saw two of his neighbors, Drake Williams and Matthew Washington - nice guys, Joseph and Karen had been invited - and attended their wedding. They created each other with smiles and small chuckles at off-remarks.

As he turned the corridor, he got an eerie feeling. The door was open to their apartment, just a little bit. Karen never left the door unlocked when she got home - and certainly not open. His hand instinctively on his holstered gun, he opened the door calmly, peering inside - nothing really off the ordinary.

As he took a few more steps inside, he saw the picture that was usually on the dresser in the hallway by the door smashed onto the ground, pieces of glass was all around it and even a small stain of blood. Drawing his gun he cleared the living room, moving into the kitchen - empty, though, more blood. "Karen?!" He shouted, twice. No response. Next, he heard a footstep behind him and he turned around, aiming his gun - his dark haired wife standing there, earbuds in her ears and a gauze and a compressor on her foot, she stopped dead in her tracks and looked confused and terrified when she saw Joseph with his gun out at her, he recoiled and put the gun away, taking a long sigh and chuckling "Oh my god. You scared me to death!" He shouted, Karen, whom had instinctively put her hands up pulled them down and realized what had happened "Wait, you thought? Oh my god. I'm sorry for scaring you, honey. I accidentally hit the picture while cleaning and stepped on it. I was in the bathroom putting on a bandage since it wouldn't stop bleeding." 

The image turned blurry for Joseph and he saw a shadowy picture pull up behind Karen - and as he tried to tell her to watch out -he tried to pull his gun, he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to. Four loud bangs rang out, and Karen was struck with four red spots on her chest and neck. She fell to the ground, lifeless.

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He woke up, heart pounding and his body full of sweat. That wasn't like any of the dreams he had had before - that felt like a memory. And in part, it was. He just knew that the story hadn't ended with Karen getting shot - it had ended with her showing him the Divorce papers and them fighting about it until he eventually left the apartment.

[color=#43464B][indent][sub][B]Location[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Casey Cassidy's Home[/I] - [I]Árido Valley[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][/sup][/indent][/color][hr][INDENT][COLOR=#43464B]3.41 A.M | Today[/COLOR] [color=#43464B][B][sub][/sub][/B][/color][/indent]

The floorboards were creaking as the shadowy figure stalked the home of the former FBI Agent Casey Cassidy. The moon was having a soft glow into the windows, not enough to see really anything inside. Each step the combat boots-clad figure took was filled with anticipation. He was sneaky, as sneaky as he could be. Yet, a man's home is his castle and nobody knows a home better than the one who lives there, for soon, the hunter would become the hunted.

As if out of the shadows themselves a baseball bat swung at the legs of the intruder, he caught himself as he was falling face first, but couldn't get up, turning around onto his back to get standing, but found the equally as big man on top of him, one knee to his chest, the bat pushed against his windpipe.

[color=#b87333]"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?!"[/color] The former agent spat out, and the man under him chuckled, softly. A chuckle that sent a creep down Casey's spine, loosening his grip slightly, enough for the pinned down man to break free, tapping the bat against Casey's forehead and switching positions with him, pinning Casey to the ground and the intruder hunching over the floor, his forearm to Casey's throat as the moonlight struck the man in the face, revealing his heavily scared face, his softly glowing eyes and his undeniable grin.

[color=#b87333]"Joseph?!"[/color] Casey asked, confused

[color=#CCAC00]"Hiya, Cass."[/color] The cyborg responded, getting off him and helping his old friend up from the floor.