Brown Hairs... Brown Eyes and a face that depicted years bothering between the early and mid-thirties, the figure was none other than Mary, who had just gotten back from her office.

She gave a light exhalation, parking her hair to the left, before she slowly approached the ashen door. The cold pair of eyes saw all this, its whitish gaze cold and eerie, a cold smile curled up its lips before it suddenly moved.

TAP!!!! TAAAAP!!! RUSTLEE!!!!

Mary's heart skipped a beat, heart racing abnormally fast. Her hand tightened instinctively around her handbag, a cold chill finding its way through her spine, lungs and heart to the very depths of her soul.

A cold chilling wind surged through her body. Her brown eyes looked around warily, the weight of dread settling into her bones.

She stood on the same spot for a long time. The endless darkness creating an eerie oppressive atmosphere that threatened to swallow her whole.

The entire surrounding was quiet....perhaps a little bit too quiet.

After standing on the spot for so long that she felt like she was starting to lose it.

She sighed lightly.

Perhaps it's those squirrels or I am just thinking too much.

She could only try to convince herself.

She exhaled lightly before she headed for the ashen door.

TAAAP! TAAAP!!!

The sound of footsteps suddenly rang into her ears, the distant echo shortened to a near heart-thumping echo within the blink of an eye.

She was about to scurry towards the door as she already realized that something was obviously wrong. But just as she was about to take a step, a pair of cold white eye suddenly appeared behind her, its hand immediately covered her mouth tightly, making her feel as though her breath was becoming stagnant...

The first thought that came to her mind was to try and scream, but with her rate of respiration rapidly declining, and the cold hand tightly covering her mouth. She couldn't make an iorta of noise; the next thing that came to her mind was of course to try and fight back. Hence she kicked, struggled and threw out what the figure saw as tantrums.

"Sssh," A voice whispered, a sharp glistening blade pressing into the delicate skin of her neck.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she shivered subconsciously. She felt a cold chill surge terifically around her neck, especially the area where the knife was placed against.

Seeing that she had quietened down, the figure wrapped his left hand around her neck before they both made their way into the room.

The figure seem to blend seemlessly with the endless darkness that surrounded it, its footsteps were deliberate and eeriely calm.

CLIICK!!! The door creaked open as they entered the dimly lit living room.

He had a weird feeling that something was definitely off. Yet he couldn't place his hands on what that was. Hence he decided to be as cautious as possible.

Hander slowly walked towards the entrance of the house, his voice reverberating through the air, "Darling. Is that you?"

He was silent for a second before he added, his tone cold yet calm, "I thought I told you to go to Gramps house."

He finally arrived at the sitting room; he saw a figure behind his wife; his wife in particular was at a daggered point. It sent a kind of indescribable rage coursing through his heart.

His first thought was to rush towards the bastard, an exact replica of Detective Hollerein.

A wide grin spread across the shape-shifter's face... Oh, the gods know so well that I have waited for this day my entire life! He felt a warm surge of energy course throughout his entire body; the terrifying anger was surging calmly... The calmness before the storm yet to come!

Klaus and Xavier peeked slightly from the guest room, and were easily able to outline three figures.

Albeit the figure behind Mary was slightly obstructed, but without a doubt, The knife he held, the clothes he wore...

Everything pointed to the fact that this was the shape-shifter. It had even gone to the extremity of wearing the same clothes as that of Klaus!

Klaus felt like rushing outside and smashing its head to a pile of pulp, but he ultimately held on, exhaling lightly.

"Should we head in?" A calm voice rang into his ears; the source of the voice was none other than Xavier, who had a cold look adorning his face.

Klaus shook his head, "No. We wait," He muttered, before his gaze shifted back towards the ongoing commotion.

Xavier nods in understanding, his hands tightly gripping the gun as he reached an agreement with himself... A decision to not hesitate... He wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger when the time comes. I absolutely won't. His gaze was frigid cold as he glanced outward.

Tension thickened, the air heavy with anticipation.

"F-enar...," Hander stuttered, finding it hard to say anything more.

Its voice suddenly shifted from its eerie cold calmness to that akin to an erupting volcano, "How do you know it's me?" Fenar's grip on the cold dagger grew tighter, as a few drop of blood dripped down Mary's neck.

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Hander said through gritted teeth and balled fists, "Just a guess of mine."

He exhaled lightly, trying to calm down. Yet the situation before him was removing all sense of logic away from his mind.

Calm down Hander... Calm down. He muttered inwardly, knowing he couldn't afford to spoil the detectives plan.

A wide grin slowly etched onto Fenar's face, "Well what can I say,"

His gaze shifted away from Hander, a cold smile curled up his lips as the dagger in his hands went deeper into Mary's skin, who struggled to speak...grunt or at least say something.

Yet she wasn't able to break free from his inhumane grasp. Tears slowly streamed down her eyes as she continued to struggle. Yet it was evident and clear as daylight that our attempts were pathetic, to say the least.

Its lips slowly crept up her neck, Mary felt a weird sensation coursing through her body, her body visibly trembled as tears welled within the depth of her eyes.

Hander's breath grew extremely heavy, his body on the verge of exploding.

Klaus and Xavier gritted their teeth forcefully.

Fuck. Klaus cursed inwardly, ready to dash out at anytime.

But it seems they were a little bit too worried.

Hander heaved a deep exhalation, forcefully bitting onto his lower lips.

"Please Fenar... Please don't involve her in this,"

He paused for a second before he added, his pupils growing a red shade, "She knows nothing about this."

"Oh oh," Fenar raised his brow with a chuckle, a sly smile curling up his lips, "Then how about we tell her."

He paused for a second, his gaze shifting towards the young lady who had tears streaming down her eyes, "I am sure she must be dying to know by now."

Hander's heart pounded. He could barely hold it together, knowing the truth would destroy her.

No...,he shook his head, his hands tightly clenched, "Please. Am begging you... Please..." His feet were slowly giving in, tears streaming down the corner of his eyes as he realized that he was on the verge of collapsing.

Both physically and mentally. He really doesn't want her to know. How would she see him after being told about that heinous deed of his? Would he even still have the face to ever stand before her?

So many mind-wrenching thoughts that tried to forcefully shatter his mentality continuously assaulted him, and various possible aftermaths were being played at an incredulous pace, causing the tears he was forcefully holding back to rush out in abundance.

Fenar felt like he was in paradise. 'Oh heck- This is even way better! He had waited for this moment for how long!' A cold smile curled up his lips as he said, "You see this husband of yours-...

Xavier knew what would happen should the shapeshifter reveal to Hander's wife his past misdeeds. It would destroy their happy home.

And somehow he knew that the shapeshifter was merely enacting his revenge. Yet he couldn't watch a happy family getting ruined. He just couldn't...

KATCHAAAA!!!

A horrendous sound of glass shattering into pieces; shards of fragments boomed right into everyone's ear.

A wary look slowly crept up his face, his hold on the dagger growing tighter.

"What the hell was that?" His loud voice reverberated through the sitting room, causing Hander to stutter as he replied, "I- I don't know."

Fenar assessed the obvious shock and the surprise evident on Hander's face.

Seems like he's saying the truth. But stil... His gaze was frigid cold as he commanded, "Move," He pointed towards the guest room, the source of the disturbance.

Hander hesitated, causing a frown to tug at the corner of Fenar's lips, "I said move..."

A cold look adorned his face, "Or do you wanna see your wife's guts spilling out right before your very own eyes."

He paused for a second, seeing the intense anger evident within those dark pupils; he chuckled inwardly before adding, a light smile curling up his lips, "It would be a shame to kill such a beauty, you know."

Fenar had a wide grin etching across his face, obviously enjoying this moment. Fuck that...enjoyment is an understatement. He had waited his whole life for this moment.

Hander finally moved, he forced himself to remain calm as he slowly approached the guest room.

His steps were not too fast and not too slow. Just enough!

Yet he couldn't stop the trembling of his hand as he finally arrived before the door. He knew this was very risky. Any slight mistake and his wife will drop dead.

His jaw trembled as he opened the door, before heading for a table where the glass cup had fallen from. He bent down to pick up the remains, whilst Fenar assessed the room with a wary look.

Did it fall on its own? He was about to take a step into the room before a familiar figure rapidly outlined itself before him.

He realized that it was the bastard who had shot him.

The first thing that came to his mind was to finish off the bug before him, before proceeding to deal with the guy he was impersonating.

It was almost akin to a blur of movement . A flash of silver. In the blink of an eye, Klaus's spear drove into Fenar's ribs, the force sending the shapeshifter crashing to the ground.

Mary screamed as she was thrown aside. Klaus was right on top of Fenar, smashing the dagger away from Fenar before he could strike with it.

CLANG!!! The dagger was sent flying into the distance.

Klaus immediately tried to shoot with the gun in his hand. BAAANG!!! BAAAANG!!!

The bullets were surprisingly dodged by Fenar who had one of his hands holding onto Klaus's hand, disrupting his shot before he punched out with the second hand.

BAAAANG!! A solid punch landed on Klaus's stomach before Fenar followed through with a kick that sent the gun flying out of his hand.

Fenar had a light smile curling up his lips as he punched outward, expecting Klaus to be caught off guard by the rapid series of events or counter.

But Klaus held his ground. His experience shown in every counter, every swift strike.

He was quick to regain his bearing as he bent downwards, before making use of his elbow to smash forcefully onto Fenar's ribs.

BAAAANG!!!! SPLUTTER!!!

Blood spluttered out of Fenar's mouth, drops of blood dripping down his nose.

Fenar immediately tried to punch Klaus in the face but Klaus had already dodged to the left. His hand immediately struck, smashing ferociously onto Fenar's left hand.

His knee raised into the air, Fenar's elbow connected with it. A crisp, bone-chilling sound echoing out.

Criick!!! KATCHAA!!!

Fenar's eyes widened as he let out a loud shriek.

Klaus smashed his legs against Fenar's leg, causing him to smash onto the ground with a loud BAAANG!!!

Klaus immediately followed through with rapid punches which were easily blocked by Fenar.

The two grappled, bloodied and brutal.

Xavier after seeing that Mary was now save with Hander immediately rushed towards the sitting room.

His gun raised, eyes darting between the two identical figures now locked in combat.

Which one is the real Klaus?

He panicked, his hands gripping tightly onto the gun as he glanced at the two figures with unflinching attention.

"Xavier!" Klaus's voice cut through the chaos. "Shoot him! Now!"

Both figures turned to him, faces bruised, eyes wild. They wore the same clothes, their movements mirrored in perfect synchronisation.

Xavier hesitated- the dread of pulling the trigger on the wrong one freezing him in place.

Klaus suddenly spoke again, his voice calm but urgent. "Send him to Hell."

Xavier's hand steadied, his target clear.

Fenar tried to turn back and escape, but it was already too...late.

BAAANG!!! BAAAANG!!!

Xavier didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, two silver bullets glistened with a mysterious glow as they tore through the air at a rapid speed before piercing through Fenar's forehead.

Blood spluttered into the air as the unwillingness and indignance on Fenar's face couldn't be any more obvious.

Why? Why!! Why are the rich always fawned upon and respected and the poor have no choice but to obey and be shitted upon. Why didn't they get punished for what they did to her? Why!! Why is this world so unfair!! Why!!... His eyes slowly grew blurry as he collapsed onto the ground with a loud thud!

The unwillingness in his eyes was clear as daylight.

Xavier exhaled lightly, his chest rising heavily as Klaus gave him a thumbs-up before collapsing onto the floor. Fuck... I can't even lift my legs.

A few minutes later. After Hander had finished feeding his wife with some lies which the brother happily went on with.

Even to the extent of lying that they were his childhood friend, which Mary did question its authenticity.

How come he had never talked about them. Of course, Hander simply lied that they fell out. Fenar's girlfriend was his ex-girlfriend which he broke up with in a ruthless manner. And with that... Everything died down there.

Hander slowly kept the phone inside his pocket before shifting his gaze towards the two brothers' "I just called the cops.

"They will be here in a few minutes."

Klaus nods his head, a light smile curling up his lips, "Alright then,"

He kept his gun before he added, "Guess it's time for us to take our leave."

Xavier subtly nods at Hander, he was silent for a whilst. "If you don't want to... You really don't have to,"

A wry smile crept up his face, "That's way better than committing suicide."

Hander who easily understood the hidden meaning behind those words had a smile creeping up his face.

Though he was still surprised as to how they were able to come to figure it out.

He pondered hard on it, yet couldn't come up with a logical explanation.

As expected of detectives.

He thought, a smile adorning his face, as he felt a slight surge of joy course throughout his body.

Now... I don't have to commit suicide nor do I have to leave my family.

He escorted the detectives towards the door.

Klaus was about to take a step before he paused, his gaze lingering on Hander.

"It has really been a nice time with you,"

He paused for a second before he added whilst chuckling, "Hopefully we don't have reasons to meet again."

Hander's mouth twitched as he already knew a thing or two about Klaus's personality. He nods his head before forcing a smile, "Thanks."

Both brothers got into the car whilst Hander watched the car slowly vanish into the distance.

Finally.... Everything is over...I can finally return to the family. His thoughts trailing off.

Klaus gaze shifted towards Xavier before he muttered.

"Guess it's time to leave this city,"

He paused for a second.

"Do you wanna stop by her place,"

He exhaled lightly before he added, "Who knows... This might be our last time in New Orleans."

Xavier was silent for a whilst before shaking his head, "No... I will pass."

Klaus exhaled lightly before nodding his head as the car busted forth, moving along the road at an incredulous pace whilst Xavier stared at the eerie crimson moon that seemed to have been formed as a result of the blood of millions if not billions...

The eerie cold rays of the crimson moon covered the surface of the earth as the car rapidly moved past countless buildings, shops, houses and cars included.

"Goodbye New Orleans," Klaus muttered, as they bade silent farewells' to this wonderful city...In five to ten minutes at most. They will be out of New Orleans.