A/N: i apologize for the shitty ass name i gave this chapter. i also apologize for my shitty writing and a boring filler. but thank u if u have still decided to give this piece of shit a try. and thank u if you still want to continue reading my story, which i doubt most of em do.

"Where's your family?"

The question from Mr.Fuller hung in the interrogation room at the NYPD station. The light from the bulb illuminated the grey, gloomy room as the question was met with silence. Blake held his face low, the evidence suggesting the existence of his family lay in front of him. His almost innocent green eyes scanning their elated faces and his parched lips pursed in a remorseful manner. Mayra and Samantha occupied one corner of the room with Eddie standing in the other, eagerly waiting for an answer.

"I don't know," Blake said, his voice almost tinged with sadness and guilt.

"Listen up you asshole, I'm tryna be the good cop here, I have plenty of others who can play bad cop real bad," Mr.Fuller threatened. The dark bags under his eyes implied that he hadn't slept for hours. His dusky eyes were dull and no longer carried that sparkle of excitement whenever he interrogated the criminals.

"No, I swear I don't know. They left me yesterday when I confessed to all my crimes," Blake replied, this time his cold green eyes looked straight at Fuller, almost pleading for putting his trust in him.

"As they should, but why the fuck would you hide the fact that you had a family?"

"I-I uh...my wife, Yuri wasn't keen on being associated with a serial killer so she-she um took Tyler and left. When I called you I thought I should spare my family from the drama and guard the promise so I hid it up."

"Know where they are?"

"No."

"Samantha place a call to Yuri Law, put it on speaker mode," ordered Fuller.

"No. Please don't, they don't want to be dragged in this. You're ruining their lives," Blake begged, his mannerisms reeked of innocence. So much, that Mayra's faith in him being a serial killer quavered.

"Should've thought that before going on a killing spree."

The call was dialed and the room once again fell into a heavy silence. Listening to the beeps of the phone, keenly awaiting a voice from the other end.

After one and a half minutes of uncomfortable quietness and Blake's sweat dribbling off his forehead and soaking the collars of his T-shirt, someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Yuri Law speaking?"

"Uh um yes."

"You're husband is under arrest for murdering thirty-five innocent people. He has confessed to his crimes and will be facing trials in court the next week. Would you like to present yourself as a witness and add something to the case?"

Static. A few disturbances like the sounds of traffic were heard, the horns and sirens echoing from the phone into the interrogation chamber.

"I, in no manner, would like to be associated with Mr.Blake Law. I would very much like to exclude myself from this narrative. I however will be sending divorce papers to him by next week."

"Thank you very much for your input Mrs.Yuri, I would like to know if you and Tyler are sound and safe?"

Another static.

"Yes, we're um we're alright. Thanks for your concern. Goodbye."

"Well that was abrupt," said Eddie. Mayra eyed Blake, invigilating his body language in response to the call. His eyes were pooled with tears, his head was hung low. Almost as if the whole call made him regret whatever he'd done in the past. The pain in his face was evident.

But what would a psychotic murderer who kills without reason feel?

Blake was led out from the interrogation room into a cellar as he would await further decisions from the court.

***

It was 10 am on a Sunday morning. The murmurs of the office and smell of coffee had just gotten stronger, urging Mayra to devour another cup. The roads outside had now dried up, while the humid smell of earth roamed the atmosphere. The cold air seemed to be biting its way through her sweater, getting bitter and bitter as October transcended into November.

Eddie Brock had left home around nine, excited to crash down after two months of intense hard work. Mayra stayed in the office since the news of capturing the serial killer had attracted loads of media outside, waiting for someone to swing the gates and tell them all the juicy details. That someone being Mr.Ryder Fuller. She sat there making phone calls to her Mom, giving her updates and how she was doing ok. FaceTimed Crystal and Ethan informing them that she'd have to take a raincheck from tonight's football game. And sitting down with Amelia and her sisters, consoling their broken hearts.

It ached her, so intensely that it felt like it was a physical pain to see them in this state. To see their feather of hope, lost in the storm, with so many others. Ripped apart. Crushed. Broken. She sat there, looking over the world getting by their normal lives. People huddling through the streets to get to their workplaces. Honking cars, raged drivers, traffic signals blinking red, yellow, and green. The world looked very normal. Extremely normal. It was almost weird to see that at one side of the window, three little girls had their worlds collapsed on them, and on the other side a world functioning like nothing ever struck it. The same world that toppled over them.

A distantly related family was coming from Jamaica, to pick them up. Possibly considering adoption, if not Mayra would have to take them to Home For All.

***

At around 12 noon, Mayra left the office after the bustle around Blake dwindled after having given them the information that was necessary to inform the citizens. She got to her apartment only to notice a man standing outside it.

"May I help you?" Mayra called out, doing her best to remain awake.

"Spider-Man sent me," replied the man.

"I'm sorry but-" Mayra let out a huge yawn, "-but you've been mistaken."

"No Spider-Man sent me to fix your windows. I've been here since the past hour, no one's answering the door."

Mayra had forgotten that her balcony windows were broken by Spider-Man. She'd also forgotten that Mom had a conference today which meant she had to take the subway since Mayra took her car last night.

"Ughhh I'm a bad daughter," Mayra mentally cursed herself.

"Right sorry, come on in," she unlocked the door and led him to her broken windows. Now she'd have to wait another one hour to go to bed.

FUCK IT. FUCK YOU. FUCK SPIDER-MAN FUCK BLAKE.

She came back to lock her door and she saw a boy standing in the hallway, his chocolate brown eyes nervously eyeing her and his brown curls ruffled into a mess. He wore a basic Nike hoodie, faded blue jeans paired with dirt-covered white Reebok.

"Do you want anything?" Mayra asked, sounding much harsher than she intended to.

"Uhh...n-no, I was um just passing by," said the guy, stuttering as he was giving a high school presentation on mitochondria being the powerhouse of the cell.

"Passing by a row of apartments?"

"Uh...well, actually, yes I um I do need help."

Way to go Mayra. Now you have possibly delayed your sleep for another forty-five minutes. WHY COULD YOU NOT IGNORE HIM????

"Is this apartment 21B?" He asked, rubbing his thumbs on the backpack straps which looked very shiny and new.

"Yeah?"

"Oh wait sorry, I um I uh meant 22B?"

"Decipher your words before speaking, helps a lot. No this ain't 22B it's just above my floor though," Mayra said. Great now she was being bitchy.

"Um uh thanks," he said in a high-pitched voice and ran in the direction of the lift.

The high pitched 'thanks' really put her off. Gave her some serious deja vu. She tried to remember where she'd heard it. But her senses weren't cooperating so she sat there on the sofa, trying to stay awake to Grey's Anatomy playing on TV, until the guy who fixed her window left. But after much resistance, she finally gave in, gave into a sweet slumber that she had longed for the past two months.

A/N: also i would love to see what y'all are thinking bout this. i would love to see u guys listing down some deductions of your own just so i know i haven't become too predictable. i am so sorry for wasting your precious time with my stupidass book but thanks for the support especially massouleve sidiows starks-shield

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