Whispers in the Dark.

The night was dark and still. The moon had yet to rise, and the only light came from the flickering streetlights that lined the empty city streets. Detective Jack Carson patrolled the area, his hand gripping his service weapon tightly. He had been on the force for over twenty years and had seen it all, or so he thought. But tonight was different. There was something in the air, a sense of unease that made his skin crawl.

As he walked down an alleyway, he saw a figure in the shadows. He tensed, ready for anything. But as the figure stepped into the light, Jack felt a chill run down his spine. It was a woman, her face twisted in a snarl. She was holding a knife, and her eyes glinted in the dim light.

"Stay back," Jack warned, drawing his weapon.

The woman laughed, a high-pitched cackle that made Jack's blood run cold. "You can't stop me," she hissed. "I have what I need."

She then surged forward while the knife was gleaming in the light. She dodged out of the way as Jack fired his pistol, her movements being swift and smooth. She appeared to be moving quicker than his bullets despite his repeated firing.

Jack began to back away as he realised this was no ordinary crook. She was very different from him and beyond his comprehension. He experienced a flush of exhilaration and anxiety that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Jack developed an obsession for the woman during the following few days. He investigated the crime scenes in an effort to piece together what had occurred. Yet as he continued to dig, he grew more perplexed. The killings appeared to be random and to have no link. The killings appeared to be random, and there was no apparent relationship between the victims.

Then, late one night, he got a call. The woman had been seen at a neighbourhood club. Jack hurried to the scene while his pulse raced. He stormed into the club with his gun drawn, scanning the audience.

Then he noticed her. Her body was moving in rhythm with the music as she danced on stage. Jack experienced a rush of anxiety and longing. With keeping his firearm drawn, he approached her slowly.

He shook his head and said, "Stop right there." "You are being arrested."

With a mischievous smirk on her face, the woman turned to face him. "You believe you can stop me, right?" she asked. I am friends with powerful people.

Jack's thoughts were racing. Who was this lady? What was she seeking? How then did she manage to move so quickly?

The lights turned out abruptly. Screaming was followed by the sound of breaking glass, which Jack then heard. He searched for his torch, but it was unresponsive. He was in the dark and blind.

Then his side began to hurt severely. His hand reached his wound as he stumbled backward. He felt himself getting weaker and weaker as blood gushed from the incision.

The woman approached, her eyes glistening in the shadows. She replied in a low, seductive voice, "You're mine now.

Jack sensed his consciousness fading as he began to lose himself. Then, in a final outburst of strength, he pulled out his gun and started shooting.

The woman collapsed to the ground with a shocked expression on her face. Jack stumbled in her direction as his vision became blurry. He bent down next to her and shook his hand as he felt for her pulse.

Then he understood the truth. The woman was a victim, not a criminal. She had become entangled in something significantly bigger than herself.

Then who the criminal was….