Weeks went by after the woman's death was announced. People had begun to buy into the whole lung cancer theory and kept it moving.

Though, the woman's family made it very clear that the woman never had lung cancer.

The woman's parents never cared for her, her mother was a drug addict and her father was a drug dealer which only leaves her two aunts and her little sister.

And being related to someone in the FBI is very dangerous.

Dr. Fielding has finished removing several organs the woman didn't need, like her uterus, one of her kidneys and several other organs.

Then the woman was forced down a tube full of water, wires connected to her body, even inside her gunshot wounds like little plugs inside slots.

Her head had wires forced inside her skull. Dr. Fielding sat at his desk, sipping his coffee and observing what's inside of her mind.

"Xavier." A brooding voice called.

"Sir?"

"Is she dead?"

"I don't sense a pulse at all, even if she wasn't, she'd be drowning."

"What kind of experiments have you tested on her?"

"I've used some sort of stabilizer, makes people immune to whatever pain they endure, but unfortunately it never worked."

"How are you so sure?"

"The wounds would've healed within four hours tops."

"Why perform on a corpse?"

"Her body was still shutting down, so I couldn't pass up the chance to use her as my guinea pig." He explains without looking from the computer.

"Any good news?"

Dr. Fielding pulls out a suitcase.

"Don't open it here, but it will be useful for the Silver Bronx." He says.

"Very useful, what's in this suitcase is very deadly." Dr. Fielding explains, spinning around in his chair while his legs were crossed.

"So maybe your boys can handle that family that has been putting a dent into our work."

"Thank you Xavier. I'll form an alliance with the other two mafias tomorrow morning to ensure this deal."

"I won't fail you."

"You better not, or you'll be experimenting your new casket faster than Lady Muerte's."

"Funny." Xavier says, standing up. "She is already dead."

--

At the funeral, the heavy rain pattered over a black casket, over it laid a bouquet of roses. As the grave lowered, the little girl goes hysterical.

"What are they doing to Ahkita? Stop it!"

One of the woman's aunts rush to pick the child up, she tries to hug her but the little girl resists.

"Fucking bullshit." The other aunt hisses.

The woman had brown skin, curled hair with dark hickory eyes, her dark red lips forming into a heavy set scowl.

"She didn't die."

As you can see, the woman has two aunts. They're married to each other.

"Nika, stop." The aunt with the child in her arms snaps.

"Why are we crying? We don't know what happened to her."

They all knew that this was just a lie. If the woman had actually had lung cancer, they'd donate her good organs like the woman had requested.

But so many questions are unanswered at the moment, they had no choice but to have a funeral just in case something did happen.

The woman's little sister kept crying as hard as she could. The aunt adjusts her umbrella.

"Tell me this isn't happening Aunt Jessie!" The little girl cried out, completely in denial.

"I'm afraid so." The aunt responded sadly, stroking the girl's hair.

Once the casket had lowered, it got buried, as this happened, all three of the women had lost it.

Anger, grief, confusion all at once. And nothing could fix this.

Once the short funeral was over, the women walk back to the car, with the child kicking and screaming.

"No!" She screamed out.

"Please Harmony, don't do this." Aunt Jessie pleads as she puts her in the back seat.

"No Jessie! This is completely bullshit! Ahkita would've definitely told us if she had cancer! She would have no choice!"

"But something may have happened to her, we haven't heard from her." Aunt Jessie says as she strapped the seatbelt on the little girl.

The other aunt goes hysterical, crying uncontrollably. Aunt Jessie sighs heavily.

"I'm dealing with two children now." She mutters to herself as she got inside the car, referring to her wife and her great neice.

"Jessie Lockwood! Stop right there!" A man yells.

Jessie turns around to see a FBI agent running to the car, she rolls down the window as the rain hardens but she also starts the engine.

"If you're another one of those journalists, please, we don't feel like answering questions....especially right now."

"I'm Dixon's co-worker, Jonathan Davis." He says, pulling out his badge. Aunt Jessie sighs heavily again.

"With all do respect, I'm here to return some of Akhita's things, I figured that you deserved them." He says, handing over a box full of the woman's old things.

"Thank you so much," Jessie begun. "We're lucky that we've gotten her belongings back before someone could steal them."

"I wouldn't sell her things, I know how much you all mean to that woman." He says as Jessie puts the box in the back-seat.

"Well, you all be safe for her." He says.

"You too." Jessie says before driving out of the parking lot and down the road. Leaving the man to walk off sadly.

--

A man runs along the rooftop as people chased him. He simply parkoured building to building. He has blood all over his body.

"Don't move!" A man shouts, pulling out his gun towards the man.

"Those lousy bullets won't work on me." The man responded, his tone bored.

The men surround this deadly creature dressed in human skin, they all pointed guns at him.

This man is Gray Asher.

He's one of the best gunslingers in New York, he currently works for the Maxon Knights in which he's known as a ticking bomb.

A man hard to kill. He can be a sadistic man when he wants to be, he used to carve tattoos as a form of torture using electric sparks.

And never get too close, he uses everything as his weapons.

He's also known as Cobra Eyes.