(Sorry for a rushed failure.)

Jason crept through the darkened halls of the abandoned apartment complex, clutching his pistol as he rounded corners, not knowing who was in the house with him. As he went into the bathroom, he heard the front door being busted open.

“Conducting search now.” A female voice reported. Jason locked the door, and hid in the corner of the room, his leg trembling from the anxiety of the possible intruders. The minutes ticked by as Jason sat there, his leg shaking as if it were a fragile building about to collapse.

A policeman attempted to open the door to the bathroom, yet it was locked.

“Hey, this door is locked!”

“Break it down.” The female voice ordered.

At once, the door was swung open and Jason pointed the gun at the officers in a panic, while the officers pointed their gun at the suspect. The female voice was revealed to be a blonde female with blue, shiny eyes.

She looked into the purple eyes of Jason, whose eyes were dimly lit up by the flashlights of the officers. She ordered him, “drop the gun; I’m here for you.”

Jason dropped the gun to the floor, putting his hands up.

The first officer asked the female, “What should we do, Chief Lucky?”

“Get the truck ready, I need to speak to this man.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The officers left, going downstairs to get the truck ready. Jason opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself, as he was too fearful.

“Go ahead,” chief Lucky stated, “this’ll be the only time you’ll be speaking to me as a free man.”

“I’m… I’m really sorry, Lucky.”

“Are you saying that because I’m the chief? Or are you actually sorry for all the crimes you’ve committed this past decade?”

“I’m actually sorry… and there’s,” he stammered. “There’s no way I can ever forgive myself for what I’ve done to hurt you, and our friends.”

“You even hurt your own family in terrible ways. Gun wound. Car accident. Poison gas.”

“I know… I know…”

“Well, sorry isn’t gonna cut it. I can’t believe I fell in love with someone who was really a villain. Put your hands behind your back.”

Jason just complied and did so.

“Jason Strange, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I’ve just given to you?” She stated as she handcuffed him.

“Yes… I do.”

“Move it.”

Jason was taken by his former lover, Lucky, downstairs and outside, where police cars were waiting for him. He was put into the back of a car, door slamming shut on him. The bars on the window symbolizing the trapped feeling he now felt after all he’s done. It separated him from the key to his happiness, Lucky. The police car drove away as Lucky stood in the rain, watching his lover-turned-villain go towards the fate behind bars.