Detective Adams was walking towards the car. After the interrogation with the students, she had learned that maybe Thursbury's death wasn't as accidental as she thought. That last girl had a very interesting statement. " She didn't want her boyfriend to hide, because then she had to go seek for him". She said it was like a game. A simple crafted game that led her straight to her death. She would have to file this with the others that were on the case.

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" Ded's insane, ain't he?" said Bates. Levi snickered, his eyes hung low to avoid any misinterpreted message. " Who the fuck just giggled? Don't be a pussy. Who did it?" Everybody laid down, their eyes all facing no higher than ninety degrees. " You pieces of shit, WHO DID IT?!" Bates said, his hands shaking, his nose literally breathing fire. He picked up his Magnum 44 and shot into the air. That got everybody shaking. " Put the gun down now," said Levi. Bates looked down and shot his glance straight at Levi. Sitting on top of the crates, Levi stood there, with his black beanie on. His perfect sculpted body was shown, the perfect set of abs and jawline of his face. His perfect blond hair sat messily below his beanie, his icy blue eyes filled with glass. The muscles were his proof that he could overcome adversity and rise, proof of his strength, power, and resilience.

" Oh wait. It was little Lev? What did I guess? Ha-" whispered Bates, his whisper being like a murder threat. " Oh, come on Bates. You don't need to be pussy. Just admit you're scared of me." Levi mocked, his eyes staring directly at Bates, his gun spinning around on his finger.

" Pfft, SCARED?! Hah- no. I'm not scared of you. You're just a small boy, and I'm a killing machine. Get the difference right, LEVI." Bates said as he rolled his tongue across the glass.

" Eh- I don't think so. Don't you mean, you're the little boy and I'm the killing machine BATES? If I recall, I was the one that lured that girl from a few weeks ago. I was the one that lured her and the other guy.  All of it was me, I'm pretty sure. What did you do BATES?" Levi shot back. He had now stood up and was slowly walking down from the crates. Bates stood there, clearly intimidated, as he slowly brought his gun up. He gripped the back of the guy tightly, his knuckles white with fear. " Oh. So does that mean you still want to fight?" Levi said, his lips pouted, his blue eyes flickering with cheekiness.

Bates ran forward, the rest of the crew watching nervously. Levi stood still, the gun that was once in his hand, now in his pocket. Bates steadied his pace, his eyes confused at Levi. What on earth is that dumbass doing? Bates gripped, as he pulled the trigger and started to shoot. Bang, bang, bang. Three bullets were shot consecutively. Levi grinned and then ducked. The bullets shot forward and hit the crates behind him. BAMN. Bates stood there, his face disturbed. Levi then ran forward and wrapped his arm around Bates's leg. Bates screamed as he was thrown onto the floor and pinned down. " And that's how you beat a killing machine," said Levi, as he bowed to the loud applause from the crew.

Bates growled as he sat up, his body dirty from the sweat. " uh-uh-uh. I never said you could sit up, killing machine. I need you to stay on the floor for the rest of the day. And if you don't, maybe this time, I can bring in the fun gun eh?" Levi said, grinning with happiness. He snickered, as he stepped away from Bates, put his top back on, and walked away. 

As Levi walked away, he felt his heart beating, sweat trickling down his face and the rush of adrenaline after defeating Bates. Ahhh. the feeling of comfort when you smash the big fella. To Levi, Bates was just a little toy. He wasn't anything compared to 50 men all lined up. And to think that he ' announced' that everybody called him a ' killing machine' was sarcastic in all phases. Now, Levi only had one thing to focus on. And it was the most important of them all. To be the strongest of them all.