1 chapter 1 : the origin

It was one cold and desolate morning in the winter season. Even in this cold morning the

golden sun is still in sight. The aroma of the hot coffee brewing was enough to wake me up

when I entered anna's coffee shop. I'm an investigator assigned to the case of a mass murder

at a club. As a detective it was always a priority to wake up early in the morning visit my

favorite coffee shop while reading the latest headline. Since it's the week before Christmas

the streets were busy with bustling pedestrians preparing for Christmas. They say tis the

season but it's the season where crime is at its highest peak, hobo's, gangs, murders, thieves

who also must survive resorting in breaking in businesses when sales are also at its peak and

rob pedestrians and couples who are in quiet and lonesome areas in alleys and parks. These

misfortunate cases always make this lively time of the year also grim and desolate. The

culprit of the mass murder Jonathan William a former head chief. According to the camera

footage he mercilessly killed all those persons in the club with 10 survivors. According to the

culprit who plead guilty he can't recall doing such horrendous act. 946

According to the visual footage, the incident started at the VIP section of the club an enclosed

area for executive personnel. At the night of the incident the culprit Jonathan William a chief

of a five-star restaurant known as Jonah was an executive member invited to a celebration

with his close colleges to the anniversary of their friendship for 9 years. After a while of

dining and drinking with the group he decided to go out for some fresh air as he was walking

in a zigzag motion, he bumped into a waiter carrying a tray of red wine. He fell to the ground

as the contents spilled all over Jonah and the glass shatter on the ground like dazzling crystals

on the navy-blue carpet. The crimson red wine dripped from his white Dior shirt mesmerized

by his stained shirt he angrily raised his head to shout at the waiter he then stood hesitant at

his familiar face. How could he forget all the torment he endured due to physical bullying in

high school but a certain individual who was standing right in front of him was his long

forgotten bully he kept in the darkest secrets of his mind, locked away. He grew angrily

holding him by his collar, his mind immersed in this blood thirsty past of revenge he tried to

forget. Trying to remain calm as his therapist said but to no avail it worsen his mood. His

split personality awakened, after years of being tormented he tightened his grip and punched

the waiter while he was pleading for his actions."please forgive my actions for my undeniable

mistake!" the waiter pleaded. He then attempted to choke him to death picking up a shard of

the wine glass beside him and stabbed the bully who tormented his high school life into his

chest. The victim wasn't seen as an innocent waiter but someone from a past experience. The

waiter's corpse soaked in a pool of scarlet red blood eyes screaming for their lives his hands

reached out hoping for an escape from his certain death. His ominous smirk he felt satisfying

yet so vengeful at the same moment. He stomped back angrily to the room his

colleagues were dining in. This menacing vibe surrounded him with blood dripping down his left arm. Clenching the shard of

glass that remained embedded in his fist he walked in long strides to the door and stabbed the

security guard before he could react to the left the security guard on the right shocked from his wits hesitantly

retrieved his pistol to fire at John but missed in a split second. Jonah swung his fist bruising

his jaw and kicked him in his bowels. He kneeled in encroaching pain clenching his stomach.As he raised his head his cold metal pistol rested on his head deceiving it's owner it fired at

his head exploding his brain cells leaving a lifeless corpse. Jonah friend Nathaniel open the

door to inspect what the loud noises were to find a cold pistol pointed to his head within a

split second it exploding his brain cells before he could process the words "what's going on"

consciously. As the body collapsed at the entrance of the room, his eyes meet scared

trembling faces. Jona aimlessly shot several round of bullets shooting his targets at their vital

organs. This sociopathy laughed using a deep demonic voice that could resurrect the dead he

smiled in satisfaction exiting the room with, blood stains which painted the navy blue carpet.

He walked down the aisle with his scarlet red stained shirt, heading towards the camera room.

Taking the gun from the other security guard and discretely slipped it into his back pocket.

Jonah smashed the glass case containing the emergency axe painted red with a sharp silver

edge. Roaming through the halls until he reached the surveillance room. He swayed the axe

breaking through the door, the startled security guard reached out to grab his desert eagle.

"Bam" was the sound of the door collapsing to the ground. The guard froze in fear and

hesitantly shot Jonah As the bullet escaped its cartridge,Jonah dodged it and then once again

swayed the axe beheading the guard. Blood Splattered all over the control table, he then

switched on the emergency toggle switch closing all exits and cutting the power circuit.

Continuing laughing with a smug face as historically like the joker he drages the axe on the

ground exiting to the club hall. Guess and security panicked when the power cut there was a

brief moment of silence. An abrupt "thump" was heard followed with a sudden scream near

the staircase. Faces trembled everyone on guard trying to escape the dark room with their

cellular torch. Then there were more screams heard and an ominous laughter lights flashed at

a blood stained chief and an axe held in hand. Everyone scattered like beads from a necklace

trying desperately to escape the rousing aroma of fresh blood and painful agony of each

victim being plowed down. No one was spared, jonah tired and battered bold soaked in blood

and sweat collapsed on the ground exhausted. The police was informed during the opraw

where few called several times while screaming to their deaths. The bars and doors which

were locked were forced open seeing the devastating outcome of a hidden disorder which was

awakened by a small glimpse of the past. He as well as the other victims of few who survived

now handicapped were rushed to the hospital for treatment. Jonah was under cuffs and

surveillance under medical care. It was concluded to be a dissociative personality disorder a

very deadly one in that fact seeing the outcome.