"Ravana, cooperate with us. You are arrested on the charges of 'murder, assault, and 7 other criminal charges.'" The cop with the loudspeaker said. He then signaled his colleagues with his hand to move forward slowly with their guns pointed at me. Finding my cue, I flung out my Gold-Inlaid Colt Model 1849 Pocket Revolver from the inner coat pocket and pointed it at them. Smirking. Seeing my gun pointed at them. Eyes widened. Hands shivered ever-so-slightly. The cops shuddered at the sight of the legendary weapon responsible for taking more than twenty civilians. It was infamously named 'The Reaper's Gun.' (Kekekeke...) I laughed as I reminisced this feeling. (Ah, the sight of their trembling hands with their guns pointed at me.) I imagined what my life would have been without that damned curse. I remembered when I wished nothing more than to just have a peaceful and 'normal' life. Smiling, I pointed my gun to my head and said, " Remember me. My name is Zane." This was the first time in years that I heard that name. My disfigured face obscured my real identity. That's when I took on the name of "Ravana - The Incarnation of Fear on earth." (heh! So cringe.) Then, I pulled the trigger. BANG!!! I felt warm blood as it gushed out of my open head. It trickled down my body as I fell down. After what felt like an eternity, the cold embrace of death welcomed me. I died. Without any speck of guilt or remorse. Zane Cadieux a.k.a. 'Ravana' was pronounced dead on the night of 27th September 20XX. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Elijah a.k.a. Zane suffers from a unique disease that makes him devoid of emotions. He is pushed to the brink until he is thrown down the dark road of crime. What will happen when the worst criminal gets a redo at life.