Okay so I am back! I'm sorry for my absence. I've been rewriting this entire fanfiction. I think I should be clear on this now that y'all probably know that I never update when I say I was going to update.

I have changed a few things up on this chapter. You can probably notice the differences in the chapter. I am rewriting the first chapter as well, so please be patient! Updates will come at random! ;; Sorry about that!

Enjoy the Prologue! C:

Word Count: 1,748

Update 10/4/16: Changes in plot and dialogue.

I'm pretty sure I died.

It's too dark and I can't hear anything. Not even my own thoughts. However, I can remember things. I can remember that I was in a case with Sato-san. Man, it was going to be the biggest day of my life because before the case, this case, I told Sato that after the stake out, I was going to give her a surprise. After all this, I was going to take her to a fancy restaurant. I was going to take out a small red velvet box from my pocket. I was going to go down on one knee in front of our reserved table. I was going to cry on whatever answer she gave me to my big question. It was going to be perfect, but, how long has it been? It's too dark and I can't see anything. I can't move so I must be dead.

This case we were working on. Someone, a small crack in the wall, decided to fall apart and tell us everything we wished was never real, however keeping on a low profile. I suspected as much. That person must've not wanted themselves to be caught and arrested.

There was a stakeout happening that included Sato-san, Chiba-kun and I. There were obviously other people there since we were following a person that seemed to be the prime suspect. Megure-keibu suspected that that person was the mole in whatever organization they were in. Something was out there. Something big and dangerous.

The person took a turn into a dark alleyway. Of course, that's suspicious and seemed dangerous. Sato-san was planning on going ahead and following the person before I stopped her and went in myself. "It'll only be just a few minutes, Sato-san. I'll just drop in, see what's happening, and then go back out. I have my phone with me in case you needed something." That's what I said. I think. I'm pretty sure that that's what I said. After a short while in thought, Sato just nodded her head and let me in. It was already dark and the large number of people at 10 at night probably made the person suspicious and decided to make a turn to lose us.

There was something happening through that dark alleyway and onto the back of some buildings. I can't recall all too well. My head hurts every time I would think about it.

That's right. I injured my head while I was in that stakeout. While I was sneaking around on our prime suspect.

"Okay… I'm here. It took me a while since there are police officers following me," the prime suspect said. I think I might need to tell Sato-san that the suspect knew we were here. In a bit since I need to know what's happening. "What do you want from me Gin?"

Gin? But isn't that an alcoholic beverage?

The 'Gin' person started chuckling. I squinted my eyes on his appearance. It was too dark, but I can make out what he looks like. Thank you Lady Luck. His appearance was something you would find in any stereotypical detective movie. Someone with long hair, this time colored with a silver-blond, and drenched in the color black. His hat was black all the way down to his shoes. I bet you even his underwear was black too. Gin replied, "I was told from Vermouth that there was a mole in the organization and told Boss about it. So, explain to me as to why there is a mole in the organization and maybe I'll spare your family."

Oh no.

"My family?! Gin! What did you do to my family?!"

The man let out a dry laugh, obviously in mockery, and replied in a hush tone that only seemed to anger the suspect more. "Answer my question low rank. Why would Vermouth tell me that you're the mole?"

"A mole? I'm not the mole! I bet you Vermouth is the mole! She probably started up those rumors!"

"It would seem so, but everyone knows her. She would do whatever she wants, but she doesn't lie. Especially not to the Boss."

The conversation kept on going on how the suspect kept on saying that he was the mole. But to put his entire family hostage? Even we didn't know that he had a family. It was stated that they all died in a car accident. By the reaction of the suspect, apparently not.

Looking down at my watch, I realized that I've taken too much time. I told Sato to stay where she was and not to follow. I think it's about time that I should head ba—

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

Fuck.

"Aniki, what was that?" Another man said, standing tall and broad shouldered. He also wore all black. What is this? A Black Organization? Even his hair this time is black. Before I could even turn around to escape, the Gin person already pulled out a gin with a silencer and shot right through my shoulder. It hurt a lot, but I couldn't yell out in pain. I was in too much shock to do so but apparently I can silence the phone.

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I fell backwards and onto my bottom, processing on to what had just happened before being shot at again. It missed once again. It was only for a split second that I found myself running for my life. And if it wasn't for the fear that Sato would kill me before they do for not calling for backup, I ran faster than any of my past records. The black haired man saw me sprint for my life and charged after me. Luckily, I was faster as I saw the street light up ahead, that beautiful street light to freedom.

But little did I know that there were three.

A slim figure walked slyly into the scene in front of me, apparently invisible from the eyes of the police. It was of a very feminine figure since her clothing were of skin tight leather. I didn't even need to guess what color she was wearing. She was one of them. A Woman in Black. I cursed loudly (hopefully that made it to the other cops), trying to have myself stop in place. Instead, as if as Lady Luck decided to ditch me, I tripped over myself, apparently missing a bullet so closely aimed for my head, and skidded on the ground until my whole body barely touched the woman's shoes. Where was Sato-san and Chiba-kun and everyone else when I needed them?!

I groaned in pain as the broad shouldered man had also stopped running and even began to pant just a little bit. He even gave a devious smirk as he looked down my frail body pathetically trying to push itself up. The woman only laughed and forcibly pressed her heeled boot onto my back, pushing me back down painfully. I yelled out in pain, hoping that someone would hear my pleading cry. I tried my best to keep eyes open as she went down to look at me. That woman smiled innocently, the kind of innocent smile that hides the face of a demon.

"What happened to the other officers, Vermouth?" Vermouth was her name. She was the one who spread the rumors about the mole.

"Taking a small nap. They looked pretty stressed following our man around, so I thought that they needed a nap," she giggled lowly. "What are you planning to do to him Vodka?" And Vodka was his.

A click of a gun was heard, "It's kind of obvious. If we let him go, he's obviously going to tell the rest of the police force. So we have to end him right here and now."

"Nonsense." Gin said, walking towards the other two people in black. "Let's test out APTX 4869 on him. We can always figure out what really happened to Sherry." Sherry? Who is Sherry?

Vermouth giggled once again, "No need to. The results only lead up to a painful, yet irretraceable death. What happened to Tadashi-san?"

"Dead."

"Oh nice. Anyways. This poor officer is going to die anyway. But what could be fun is to see him die anyway, am I right? He doesn't seem anyone too important."

Well you got me there. I am going to die even if I lived through this or not. But… My phone rang earlier. What if someone was wondering where I was?

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

There it goes again. Always calling at such a terrible time. I think this stupid phone just sucked up what little luck I had left. Not that I had any in the first place apparently. Vodka snarled and knelt down, rummaging through my pockets to find my I.D., wallet, police badge and the ring box. Even my phone was taken out and then destroyed just to rid of the beeping. I winced to hear the case break, along with the rest of the phone.

Vermouth blinked as she saw the ring box, "Oh? It seemed that this man was planning on doing some sort of proposal. Such a shame." She said as she pulled out her gun, again with a silencer, and pointed it at my head.

"Vermouth. Just feed him the APTX. We need to leave as soon as possible," Gin said, tossing her the drug. "Vodka. You failed me once again. Clean up your mess and then leave with Vermouth. Since he's an officer and his phone was called twice but never picked up, someone will eventually start to wonder where he went. Meet me at the car in two minutes."

No words came out of Vodka and even Vermouth. She only gave me a smile as she caught the drug. She waited until both Gin and Vodka have let the alleyway and out of her sight before she knelt down once again to put the drug in my mouth and down my throat. She kept that smile on her face, almost as if genuine since I'm about to die. She then hit me on the back of my head, making me lose consciousness. Before I went out and died, she said as she was walking away, "Find my Silver Bullet."

So I'm pretty sure that I died.