“Harvey escaped,” Kier reported as soon as he entered Kierson's office.
Kierson clenched his jaw as he put down all the pictures signifying that Alec Ferrer was the new Police Chief.
That means that in order to get that position, Alex Ferrer had to brutally kill, his younger brother, Harold Ferrer. Alex was the one who killed Kierson’s grandfather and with Wayne Emerson’s aid, Alex Ferrer managed to kill Noah’s parents and his parents.
But how did Wayne Emerson meet Alex Ferrer and what pushed Alex Ferrer to go this far?
Why does Wayne Emerson desperately want to kill Kierson?
What was Noah’s reason for engaging with the Empresí and joining hands with Wayne Emerson?
What made the Empresarium obscure all the underworld's crimes?
Why does the Avialanché want to kill all the criminals?
What stirred up all of these problems?
Kierson couldn’t possibly answer those questions. As he, himself, was just merely a pawn. An ignorant pawn who was scrambling according to the players’ method.
He was being restrained until the day he fell from that cliff that almost took his life.
Kierson got up from his swivel chair. He walked out of his office and Kier immediately followed.
“What are you planning to do?” Kier asked.
“I need someone who could answer my questions, Kier.”
Kier scratched his head. “Who should we torture?” he asked nonchalantly as if it was just a normal thing to say.
Kierson tilted his head. “Bring Derrick Emerson to me unscratched. Tell the Beta team to tail Harvey.” He brushed his hair. “I’ll lead the investigation about Alex Ferrer,” he added.
Kier nodded before leaving.
Kierson walked on the pavement to his grandfather’s room.
He never entered his grandfather’s room as the guilt in him took over every time he tried.
He felt like every time he’d see that room, voices that blamed him for Harold Ferrer’s death took over. He felt like going insane. The voices were telling him to kill, torture, and die.
However, now that Alex Ferrer came into the picture, he had no other choice but to look for clues inside the old masters’ room. He had to face it now or never.
Eventually, in a few years, he had to confront his fears. It only became earlier than he thought because Alex Ferrer intervened.
Kierson rummaged in his pants pocket and got the key to the old man’s room.
Unlocking the room, Kierson felt his heart rate increasing. His palms were getting sweaty.
He also felt his stomach churning. He felt like throwing up.
Kierson stepped a few paces back and grabbed his chest while gasping for air. The uncomfortable feeling was making it hard for him to enter the room.
“How could you find out the truth when you’re like this?” Kier asked. He was leaning his back against the wall while looking at Kierson struggling. “I know you've been avoiding this day, Kierson. That's why you couldn’t find the end to this problem because you keep on running away.” He sighed and walked towards Kierson. “What pushed you to go this far? You're not okay yet and I understand if solving these problems is delayed for a few more years.”
Kierson took a deep breath and shoved Kier aside when he tried to help him. “I’ve been delaying this for too long. This has to stop,” he stated.
Kier couldn't help but laugh. “You think you’ll be able to do that in this situation?” He smirked and mocked Kierson. “Look at yourself! You were the same when we found you at the gate of the estate, Kierson. You healed your physical wound but your heart didn’t. Tell me what is your reason for solving all of this."
Kierson glared at Kier. “For peace. To fix our fucked up world.”
Kier laughed. “See? You know you could just leave it all behind and be happy with your life because this problem does not concern you but you keep on interfering with everything as if you own the problem. You keep dragging yourself in it. Could you just think about yourself, even for once?”
“Alex Ferrer is my grandfather,” Kierson firmly answered.
“Is that the reason? Alex Ferrer is not your responsibility. Or is it that you just wanted those motherfuckers to forgive you when you hadn't done anything wrong?” Kier accused. “Do you think that when they accept you and when they tell you that they’ve forgiven you, everything will be alright? That you’ll be healed and everything will be back to normal? Are you fucking dumb?”
Kierson gripped the key tightly. His face warped with rage as he attacked Kier, fists flying at a furious speed.
Blows and counters.
Kier stepped back as he could feel that Kierson was going all out.
As Kierson threw a kick aiming for Kier’s head.
Kier immediately blocked it using his arms. He groaned when he felt the force pierce his flesh. He got distracted by the pain.
Seeing Kier being drawn away, Kierson swiftly wrapped his fingers around Kier’s neck and pressed Kier against the wall.
“I thought I told you not to cross the line,” Kierson fumed.
“If it wasn’t me, who’s going to tell you not to go overboard for somebody’s sake?” Kier insisted.
Kierson let go of Kier and sighed. He gave off a face ravaged by grief. He opened his grandfather’s room and entered, then locked it again.
Kier just looked at Kierson. He knew that what he did was beyond the bottom line but Kierson needed someone to tell him and let him know that what he was doing was wrong.
Kier just wanted his friends to be happy. He treated Kierson as if he was his brother. He genuinely cared for Kierson but Kierson was blinded by his past that he couldn’t see those people who cared for him.
Even after a few minutes, Kier could still feel those cold shivering hands that wrapped around his neck.
Kierson’s past was still haunting Kierson up until this day.
Kier went back to the basement and waited for his people to drag Derrick Emerson to the Ferrer’s estate.
Kierson might be sympathetic towards the people who betrayed and hurt him, but Kier was different. As a leader of Avialanché, sympathy never once became part of his vocabulary, hence, torturing a person to death is just a cakewalk for him.