Hi guys!

I'm Mia Talerico. I turned 26 last month.

My life experiences have been pretty rough.

My mom and dad always fought and quarreled and everytime they would begin raging,  I would hide under the bed so that they wouldn't take it out on me.

I didn't know why would they beat me,  scold me and take out their anger on me when I did nothing wrong and I just used to cry to sleep.

Not even my mother cared to feed me.

They somehow managed to send me school and thats the only place I'd feel happy.

I had a few friends and I loved talking and playing with them.

It wasn't long when one day dad left us screaming at mom, "Go to the bastard you had this daughter with and vacate this house because its mine."

My mom didn't even care to look at the shock I had as I got to know, he wasn't my real father.

Mom took me away to a place I had no idea about.

We started living with a man alot older than my mom.

Was he my real father because that's where dad asked mom to go?

Mom sent me to a new school where children were not very nice.

They bullied me for no reason.

Called me names. Made fun of my mom and the man we were living with.

Returning back home was worse.

I came home to this smoke everyday which now I realize was pot.

I coughed and gagged everyday but they didn't care they had a little girl in the house too.

My own mother didn't, so what would I expect from the rest of the world.

Thrashing me to the point of bleeding didn't leave my life. I was beaten here too by this man. I hated him.

I cried my eyes out everyday here too. This had been happening to me since a very long time but you can never be used to stuff like this, right?  It would never stop hurting.

My little brain kept thinking what was I doing wrong? At the age when children live carefree doing every possible mischief they can I used to take every step with utmost care so as to not trouble my mom and the man but still ended up getting thrashed whenever they wanted to.

I just wanted to scream, 'Enough'but I know it doesn't work like that here.

Raising my voice would just give them a reason to kill me.

All those sufferings worsened when I saw how the man treated my mother.

He would beat her with any object he found closest to him, and rape her but she could say nothing.

She needed a roof above her head.

I never had deep conversations with my mother or shared anything at all. No matter how she treated me,  I knew she was hurt too. She had a messed up life and the most she could do was provide me a house to stay and send me to school.

I felt bad for her. I wanted to go and talk to her. Ask her why is she living with this man. Who is he? Even if he's my real father,  we can run away. I'd adjust to anything. I just wanted this to stop. I was tired of getting beaten and treated like that. I just wanted to live normally. I didn't care if we had to live on the streets.I just wanted to leave.

So one day I pulled up all the courage I had when I found mom smoking in the backyard at 2am and took a deep breath and asked her,

"Mom,  What are you doing here? "

She threw the cigarette and asked me with a blank face," I wanna know the same, why aren't you asleep? "

"Couldn't sleep."

So that she wouldn't yell and send me away I quickly added,

"Is he my real father, mom? "

I tried to be as polite as possible. I didn't care if she beats me to death today. I just wanted to know some answers.

She looked at me with angry eyes but immediately gave in as if she didn't have the energy to yell at me.

Under the moonlight I looked at my mother closely like this for the first time in a long time.

She was pale, her eyes were sunken, she was nothing but skin and bones. She looked like all the energy from her body had been drained and she was severely dehydrated.

I ran in and brought her a glass of water and handed it to her.

She was shocked probably because for the first time she felt affection from someone. For the first time someone cared. The thing she longed for. The only thing she was looking for in those men.

I saw tears in her eyes. I felt bad I was too late to understand I could have done this sooner. I could have made her felt loved.

She quickly wiped them away and drank water.

After a while of silence, "No" she replied.

"Your real father is dead".

She looked up at the sky and I saw tears flowing from her eyes.

"Lets run away, mom." I suggested.

"It isn't that easy. You think I don't want to? I owe this man a huge debt. I'm helpless. I'm providing you all that I can." she said with a very feeble voice.

I looked at her pale skin again and my heart broke.

Thats when I saw, she was dying and I could do nothing to help her.

"I'm sorry I was too harsh to you.Your real father and I had a very happy life but the happiness was pretty short lived. Your father's company underwent a huge financial loss. He took a lot of money from people thinking he could build it again but nothing worked. The people working with him backstabbed him. He was indebted to many people. They took away our house we had no money and a huge debt which we could not repay.

I was doing several odd jobs. Cleaning duties, selling papers, and at night waitress at bars but it wasn't enough to even pay the rent of the little one room flat we moved to.

I felt sick while doing the cleaning chores but I thought it was due to over working and not eating well but then one day I went to the doctor to find out I was already 3 months pregnant with you. I was so happy I thought of telling your father after finishing my job at the bar. But I came home to witness the worst night of my life. Your father had committed suicide and left me alone with debt and a baby. I was devastated. I was lost. The bar manager saw me everyday and maybe felt pity for me. He offered me to serve a client who would pay me double the amount I was getting. No matter how shattered I was, the truth was I was pregnant and had no money and a huge debt. I needed money."

She paused, wiped her tears from the sleeve of her loose fitted T-shirt.

She sat quietly gazing at the moon with sad teary eyes. I saw her biting her lip, trying to hide her emotions and struggling to speak. I couldn't say anything reassuring to her. I felt pathetic. I always misjudged her. I scooped in closer to her and lied down beside her, curled up, resting my head on her lap. I felt a tear drop fall on my cheek. She quickly wiped off the tears off her face and mustered up the courage to begin again.

I agreed to him and served the man for the night. He had many clients with him. I served them drinks the entire night. He was happy with the service. He said he would lend me 1 million to start a fresh life and I would have to return him 100k in 2 years time if I agreed to marry his younger brother.

I thought I could repay the debts, pay the rent, save up some to take care of you and move to a better place and could use the company.

I was desperate. I agreed.

I met his brother in a cafe and he looked pretty decent. He seemed to be just 2-3 years older than me. He spoke well and we talked alot. He told me he worked in a software development company and how his older brother was a rich company CEO and would always look out for him.

Everything seemed fine to me.

It was our first meeting so I couldn't tell him I was pregnant. I told him about my ex-husband who died not very long ago and how I was struggling with finances.

He seemed very understanding and I found solace in his arms. I thought maybe I could start fresh and live a better life.

The old man insisted the marriage was done as soon as possible. I did not refuse.

I was married to this man who was your step father. The man we left and came here.

Turned out he was only good in front of me for show. I was stupid enough to not realise why would someone marry in such haste and why such a big company CEO would marry his brother to a bar worker who he only saw once.

My life became hellish.

It was all a lie. The man was old man's drug dealer. He had just been released from prison for theft and dealing of illegal drugs. He now worked as a mechanic and was a chronic alcoholic. He would go to bars and openly cheat on me with several women. He would beat me whenever he wanted to like I was some object to take out his anger on.

Everything I liked he would take it away from me. He would throw away my belongings. It wasn't long when he realised I was pregnant. He stopped beating me but would verbally abuse me. Soon you were born and I learned to become defensive.

I fought back.

I showed him that I didn't care about you so that he didn't take you to be my weakness.

I didn't want him to take you away from me like he did with the things I liked.

He often brought his friends over and they recognised you as his own daughter.

I repayed my ex husbands debt.

Time passed and you were 5. The money I had exhausted and work wasn't paying me well. I had no money to send you school. I begged him to just send you to school for society's sake. What would people say if they saw our child didn't go to school like others. He was furious but agreed.

But even after all those years of living with him. He was never good to me.

Finally he kicked me out of his home.

The old man were living with now is the man who offered me money at the club and made me marry his drug dealer.

He increased the borrowed money amount to 2 million. I had no choice but to come to him.

I ran away towards my room, maybe trying to run away from the truth. But it ain't that simple, is it?

My mom became too weak to do anything and was bed ridden but she looked at me with a smile. That was enough for me for all the lost years of love.

I studied every subject rigorously and diligently.

I knew this is the only weapon I could use against the world. I thought if I performed well in school, my mom would be happy.

If I study well I could earn and get mom treated and live with her peacefully in a place far away from here.

A few months later,  I came home to find the pain that was worst of all I had been through.

My mother was lying dead on the ground and that man was busy smoking pot like some rat died.

I was mortified. My world shattered right before mt eyes. Only when I became close to my mom she left me. I fell on the floor weeping and bawling and that man just turned to look at me with high red eyes and yelled,"Shut up, you disgraceful bitch!

This slut you're crying for died before repaying the debt. You have to pay me now. Go to your room and start working tomorrow onwards or else I won't even bury this useless mother of yours."

Oh how I wanted to be born deaf that day.

I can never get over the ghastly, inhuman childhood I had and all I learned from that was, 'injustice'.

I wanted to become someone who brought justice. I wanted to be a police officer.

So I worked hard, stayed out almost all day. He didn't care. He just wanted his money no matter how I brought it.

I worked 4 shifts. And collected money to pay him and bury my mother's remains he had locked in his house.

I ran from his house that very day and studied to fulfill my dream and today I'm an American police inspector and first thing I did when I was handed that gun was, shoot that old pig who had made my life a living hell.

I have been working my *** off for every case I got but since I was new, no good cases have been alloted to me.

I think they were testing my ability and my patience, for those easy wack jobs were too much drama.

But I guess I did well 'cause now I have been assigned the most dreaded criminal of them all.

He's a mystery no one is able to solve since years.

He's ruling the country like he's the boss and every fucking person is just handcuffed infront of him.

I might be the last person they would wilfully hand over this case but I am the last option they have. I think all of them just gave up and need new brains to find our man.

I don't always appreciate my enemies but this one is dynamic.

He's the best out there and he knows it.

He has been playing with the police like some street performers with monkeys. He's making them dance on his fingers.

I won't lie, I'm scared of this man and like everyone questioning my presence in this case, I'm questioning my abilities too. Afterall, I'm new in business. Can I really handle him?

To be honest with you guys, this case is my punishment.

I barged into chief's office all frustrated and asked him why did he give me all these lame cases.

They are so pathetic, they could literally solve themselves.

He went all, "oh so you want a big case? So take it.  You asked for it and  this case is my key to my position and if you don't you're fired for being so ungrateful."

He literally challenged me.

All those bad times, rough days, hard work, to get fired? Oh no no!

I will put my life to this case.

I want to sit on chief's comfortable chair.

So day one,  I'm all buckled up and I enter with the office with,"Okay bitches onto business, gimme his case report" and I have been handed over his file. Oh wait, did I say file? It was a fucking encyclopedia!!

I almost tripped because of the weight of the file and all the officers had a good laugh.

Made a fool outta myself on the first day itself?

But it's okay. They all will be working under me. So laugh as much as you want today because from tomorrow I'm gonna come into action.

I don't need to go around yelling, Oi! I'm your leader give me respect!

A lion doesn't need to prove that it is a threat. You already know what a lion is capable of.

I just have to let my work speak for myself.

And defeat the other lion, aka, this criminal.

So, I quietly went home, politely telling everyone,"we will begin tomorrow".

My home is a small cozy place.

I'm not used to the luxuries. Just a small place which I can call home suffices to my needs.

I took some snacks and sat in my room reading the file like it was my bible.

I was so engrossed in reading about him, I didn't realise the time until my reminder beeped on my phone for my medications.

Every night I take my medicines for PTSD.

My traumatic past has been haunting me since then.

I know those men and mom won't return but still, you can't just help it.

I imagined my younger self getting beaten and what not in my dreams and I would just wake up panting and screaming "No, No don't hurt me". I had to finally go see a therapist when this started hindering my daily living.

It was midnight and I had completed this file.

What I learned was this criminal is a ghost. He has done so many crimes but has never been caught. Identified by no one ever. All the times people have wasted on bringing witnesses for  sketch was nothing but waste of time because he somehow comes with a new face everytime which doesn't exist in any record.

He probably is a loner like me because no one in the world knows him.

How we get to know its him is because he always has a peculiar 'Z' alphabet symbol left on his crime scene.

So that's why we call him 'Zee'.

Nice name, no?

Talking about his crimes, what I have noticed is, he is a robber, but robbed only the lowkey corrupt and shrewd billionaires. He is a killer, but killed only the people with a bad criminal record like rape and murder and psychopaths.

Why is he still never been caught because he has the support of the people. The poor and the middle class people striving for life are all his devotees.

He is Christ in disguise. Saviour of people.

Everyone adores him and is loyal to him. Its like us against the world.

Even if somebody had seen him,  no one would report. They'd choose death before confessing.

That's how loved our criminal is.

But no matter how good his work is for the people, a crime is still a crime.

He is still a robber and a killer.

He has no rights to take law and justice in his own hands.

The corrupt billionaires are scared for their lives and has the entire police department around their asses,  saving and protecting them and finding this guy as soon as possible.

Can't lie, after seeing his work,  I've started liking this criminal but I'm a cop and this person just can't do what he is doing and it is my duty to stop him.

So here begins Mission: 'Capture Zee'.