So just for a little clarity, the next few parts are going to be altering between real time, and the past time from the fight between Klein and Vindango, right now this is real time, so this is Mason's thoughts and views and situation at the moment, this also does not explain in depth on Klein's arrest. Because in the next parts after this it is explained, because Klein's  POV's are in the past time of how it happened it sounds confusing but lol I promise it makes sense. (Well in my head it does) but if it doesn't let me know and I'll either help you understand or edit it.

       Much love,
   
                         ~Parker ❤️

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Mason

         So I caught him, now what? For some reason I thought this feeling would be happy, not a daunting disappointment. I wasn't happy, I was angry, I was more wroth with the conditions of how Klein was arrested than anything else.

      I didn't want to physically, mentally, and emotionally break him. But that's what happened, and I could only blame myself.

  Pacing about in my office with a blank mind empty of thoughts I sat down. But feeling antsy I stood back up, and dashed out of the door, heading straight into the interrogation room. Where Abriel and Misty were yelling at Klein.

        "What the fuck are you doing?" I angrily butted in, pushing Abriel out of expectation, he knew this was not how I wanted him to be treated, not now, especially. "Get out, I'll take care of it, move." Snatching the file from his hand he raised a brow of knowing and shoved off out into the exit, and following along was Misty, her cold blue eyes rolling with attitude.

      Finally alone with him, I took a seat in front of him. He was hurled over, the gun shot in his back was spilling with blood. "You need to get medical help Klein."

     "Why? So they can fix me up to die anyway, fuck them. I'll suffer."

        "I don't want you to suffer." I chimed in, knowing it would tick him off more, but in much surprise it didn't. He just continued to fight my words.

         "Mason, you wanted me locked up, that's why you've been chasing after me. Well look," Waving his hands around in my face to show me his blood stained, cuffed hands he slammed them back down. "You got what you've worked hard for, I was going to turn myself in regardless, but you put your trust in a mutual enemy, and now look where I'm at. Everybody is happy right?" Coughing, he coughed up a glob of blood. Even more concerned for his survival I stood up walking out, I pulled out my cell phone and I dialed for the ambulance. "I have a suspect in questioning right now, who was severely injured. A gun shot to the center of his back, he's refused medical help, and he's getting worse. He's bleeding out a lot, and I need you to get to the precinct as soon as possible." Giving the details, I hung up, returning back to Klein, his skin paler now than ever as he slowly died.

      "Vindango was playing strings you know that Klein."

        "Yeah well you weren't so far from him either. If you wanted me this bad you could've called,"

       "Hans was killed, and I was shot because of you. Had you just came with me at that exact time things wouldn't have turned out like this."

          He went bone straight, silent. He didn't even look at me, his eyes just remained on his palms, and the blood that covered them. "Klein. You can't change the aspects of life, of which we must endure-,"

     Cutting me off he finally curled his eyes up to look at me, through a synched tight jaw, a voice of weakness, and rage he responded. With the amount of blood Klein was loosing he could tap out at any given. But I needed to get him fired up, because once he gets going there is no giving up. And that's what I wanted, for him to fight, I couldn't lose him too today. I'd never forgive myself, I'm already having trouble trying to now.

     "If you fucking tell me everything happens for a reason Mason, I will decapitate you with the chain of these cuffs."

         "And then you'd really be rotting in jail. The Klein I know, wouldn't commit a crime without some trap door leading to paradise so he could quickly get in and get out. No that's too risky, so why would you willingly try to turn yourself in? Where'd you get lost Klein? When you were getting the living shit beat out of you by Vindango? Did you lose it when he shot you in the back,  or when-,"

         "You better shut the fuck up Mason! Just shut up!" He was fighting the cuffs, writhing his bruised wrists in the confining tools of his captivity. The blood pouring out of his mouth, while he yelled at me. Terrified, I jumped up, and almost immediately his green eyes sought comfort in the back of his skull.

         Completely going into shock, Klein was motionless, I began snapping and shaking him for that frightening confirmation, frantically I unlocked Klein from the cuffs. I risked my life, in the sense that this was all a play, and Klein was fine he was just trying to get free so that he could pay me back for what happened hours before. The very planned actions of mine in order to get him where I wanted.

        I wasn't proud of what I did, or who I teamed up with to get Klein in the predicament he was in. I backed him in a corner, but the hammer came down on the wrong person, one that was completely innocent.

        "Okay Klein. I know you hear me, I need you to come back, I need you to snap back to into yourself. I know you want it to be, but it's not your time yet, do you understand me? Ahh cmon baby boy, the ambulance has to be here by now." Balancing his weight in my arms I carried Klein's unconscious body, like it was nothing out of the interrogation, and into the main lobby where press conferences were being held.

       They drew to me like a bee to honey, and I was an angry one so they were about to get stung with my retaliation reluctant of my anger I bit my lip. "Get the fuck away, I'm not answering back your got damn questions!" Shoving the cameras in my face I gave the news woman the most deathly glare my face could manage. Shaking her in fear, her eyes widened in surprise. "Get the hell out of my way, all of you." I demanded  intimidatingly, pushing my way through rudely and roughly without giving a damn. They were taking away time, his time.

       Waving me down his hand resembling a rubber dummy, Abriel motioned for me to come his way. Challenging the press with my stance, and my stare they backed away, slowly. With enough room to pass by I ran as fast as I could to Abriel. He must of told the help to come the back way, I held Klein up with much gratitude. "We're almost there hang in here with me buddy, you're going to be fine. I'm going to make sure of that."

    I promised him, and that at the most was fumbling with a coin over the cracks of hell, unreliable.

       The sound of the large vehicle froze me, my mind flashed to the scene in which Klein lost the last bit of sanity he had. Had I just took the bullet when Vindango threatened me I'd be dead, he wouldn't. Over the years, the years where Klein was the most influential I made it my up most mission to lead him into the light. But the more I tried, the more I gave my all, and I tried to enlighten him, the more he got his heart broken.

        The more he was pulled into the darkness.

     And as I held his body that's life was fading quickly, I remembered that kid I met on the street. With green eyes of confusion, but hidden behind it was  guilt. A heart so heavy the weed he was high on couldn't even lift it higher than the hell sent ground level it had already reached.

        I stared at him. Just dangling lifelessly in my arms and I felt responsible. Swore to him I'd always have his back, to protect him, but how could I? I am a respected man with integrity, that gilds a law enforcement badge it is forbidden that I protect and love a criminal. But I did, and I'd always protect him, I refused to let down another languished soul, that I promised to not only them, but to myself, to keep safe.

            My hands were drowning in the blood of them, and my heart has literally iced over in my chest because of it. Klein being in this state makes him vulnerable to his enemies, and since Vindango has eyes literally everywhere, I hesitated.

       "Sir, he is dying every second you hold him from us, he is safe, if we can get him stabilized we might be able to save him, but it cannot happen if you refuse to let him go."

         Let him go. His eyes were still watching stars in the back of his skull, and his body was dead flat, not a single movement waved through him. It was as if I were stuck on a high, because as I watched Abriel snatch him out of my hands, and hand him over to the paramedics. Everything, every single little thing, moved slowly, my mind was so confused with millions, and millions of thoughts.

     Corrupting my brain to eliminate the signals to my body, to snap me back in to sanity. Because I remember this, the lights, the dizzy daze, that hole that was burned through my gut, to make me disgusted of myself for being so useless, all came rushing through me. At some point and time while I remained, out of mind. I could hear, "We're losing him, we're losing him."

   And then, like a cemetery on a Tuesday, it was silent. But was it me that didn't make a sound or was it them? Their mouths were moving, as a shove in my back, forced me into the back of the vehicle. Speeding off I tried to maintain my balance as I watched, Klein die before me.

     Like I watched Khai. Bleed out till he was lifeless, faded, erased like he didn't matter to anyone, but he did matter.  He didn't believe it through this life of his, but he... mattered, to me.

         They did what they could, pumping his chest up and down, and over again. "C'mon son, push through you're young, you've got a life to make new, can't let go just yet, so c'mon. C'mon." Seeing as his efforts weren't enough he proceeded, "Ashley crank it up lets go, he's leaving, and he's going quickly. We gotta keep him going for just 5 more minutes, then he's in the doctor's hands. 5 more minutes son. Breath, just breathe."

         The defibrillator looked more like doom to me rather than savior, but looking at Klein, and the way he was slipping away every second, something had to be done. "Blood pressure is dropping drastically, give me the go Ash."

           "Clear!" They thought to bring life to a broken soul, with no hope to live as they shocked his shattered heart. His weakened body reacting to such electricity, it sprung up. Waiting for him to breathe again, he didn't.

       And again with such graceful goodness they attempted to bring Klein back to life, with their electricity, and their wishful intentions. "Clear!"  But he flopped up, and pummeled back down, spiritless.

             It all passed before me like a movie. For some reason I didn't want to believe that this was real, I see people die in front of me almost everyday. So why does this tingle throughout my body like a virus? Stabbing inside of my heart like a bee stinging and writhing, trying to find its way out of such discomfort. Just to ultimately die in the end, it cannot fight such a fate.

         It seems like this was my first day on the job, but I've seen worst. I've seen my prior partner Khai get shot 8 times ruthlessly. As I tried to run to his protection, they dragged his body on a pickup truck down the ally, while they tied me up to watch him live his last few moments. Leaving us both in the dark, cold ally way, they abandoned the truck, just to make the torture a bit more realistic.

             And no matter where, or how, or when, every second of the day I think of him. Laying out, bleeding, staring at me, like we were kids again. Innocent, trying to brace ourselves for this cold world, but with much fear we were hesitant on such a valued happy ending. He deserved a happy ending, and I told him this, when his wife left him and his twins, stranded on a highway, with nothing but heavy hearts, and cluttered minds.

             But unlike me, he always put me first above himself, Khai made me his priority, and I believe his selflessness is what will forever haunt me, as his lively presence no longer cease to exist.

         "Alright let's get him out of here!" I snapped out of it, my boggled mind signaled for my eyes to wander about. Examining Klein closely, the oxygen mask, his ripped open bloody shirt. Tattoos exposed, and just dully hanging on by a thread, as I sat there, the paramedics, and the doctors came rushing to Klein's aid. I blinked away the tired feeling from my eyes, I listened to the medical talk, and ultimately blocked it out.

        "Sir, do you have any relation? Are you a spouse?"

             "What? Where? Ahh fuck I'm sorry, can you repeat that, shit. Um what the fuck am I doing?" Finally jumping out of the back of the ambulance, the gravel beneath my feet stabbed through the soles of my boots. The woman, that was questioning me, held out her hand, rubbing it along my shoulder affectionately. Her red eyebrows furrowed with worry, as she awaited my response. "Look I'm sorry for my language it's a real bad habit that really needs a good ass breaking, ugh shit there I go again."

         "Oh no sweetie nevermind your language, it seems like you've been through a lot today. I've been seeing, and hearing about you two all day in the news. You're quite the famous men around here, I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate all that you do. You risk your life to catch these bad people-,"

          "He's NOT a bad person alright? I want everyone to stop classifying him as a common criminal. He's not. He's a got damn person, that's just made some-," I softened the tone of my harsh voice, as the lady looked precariously towards my direction. Taking a step away from me, she blinked in much distaste. Not caring I finished my response. "Some shity choices. And you know what, everyone that breathes air, ain't too far from him. But thank you for your gratitude, it's always nice to know that I don't intentionally try to die everyday for ungrateful people."

      Heading inside of the building, I stopped, turning around she was eyeing me down. I gladly smiled at her snooty attitude, "Since you were watching me enough on the news, I suspect you already knew that we weren't related, and that in fact I'm not his husband. But I'm going to let that pass because I'm going to assume, that you only asked as a procedural caution." Loosening my tie I took it off, angrily balling it inside of a strong fist, I applied a heavy pressure, and relieved it. "Nosey ass people." I muttered.

      It was approximately 6:45 PM, but somehow it felt as if time remained the absolute same. Because ever since 2 today I have been reliving the events today in the exact same order religiously. As if someway along this hellish road I missed a detail, and if it was me being a dumbass I think the mission has been accomplished I've realized this ages ago.

        Yet maybe there was something that I've missed, something Klein was trying to tell me before his undoing came to its beginning.

      Beating my head with the chunky flesh of my wrists, I began to punch the air, as if it were a legitimate punching bag. What the hell was I doing? I'm doing more wrong for the kid than I have ever done good.

      Finding a seat next to the window of the waiting room, I plopped in the uncomfortable chair, and gazed as the sun, finally met its close. Illuminating its beauty through its warm colors, I disgustedly shook my head, and sank it into the meat of my palms.

      Death. Death for Klein at this point will be a blessing to him. And right now, as I waited for the frightful details, I was praying that he would.

Because the rest of his time here, is going to be a great deal of an everlasting long suffering. From this day on, if he fights for another breath, he will have to live through his regrets, contemplate what ifs, and what should've beens.

       And he deserves the consequences of his actions, but for no man, I would ever wish tragedy upon. Not even the murderers of Khai, and Hilayna, my wife, my brother. They were the true keys to my happiness, and it kills me more and more everyday I wake up to know they're never coming back, and every step throughout the day I am constantly reminded on how they were brutally taken away from me.

        And Klein is going to forever hate me for what I allowed to be brutally taken away from him.