DETECTIVE D

The dark figure

Mr. James looked up , after much hesitation , he finally spoke about Fredrickson but he decided to hide serious info's "All right," Mr. James said, his voice shaking slightly. "The truth is, I know more about Fredrickson than I let on. But I'm not sure how it relates to the case. And I'm afraid that if I tell you, it might put me in danger."
"You're already in danger, Mr. James," Detective D said, his tone sympathetic. "Someone is killing people connected to this hospital and you work here. The best way to protect yourself is to give me all the information you have. That way, I can solve this case and bring the killer to justice."
"Alright detective" Edward said, "I appreciate your cooperation, Mr. James," Detective D said, offering a little smile. "Now, please tell me everything you know about Fredrickson."
Mr. James took a deep breath and started talking. "I know that Fredrickson is a man in his early 30s," he said. "I don't know his first name or what he looks like. But I do know that he has a history of mental illness and he was once a patient at the hospital. I'm not sure what kind of illness he had, but I know he was discharged a few years ago."
"That's very interesting "Samuel interrupted "I remember him saying repeatedly, once I remember them I will kill them all every single time forever" "That's a very disturbing thing to say," Detective D said, his eyes narrowing. "Did Fredrickson ever specify who he was referring to when he said 'them'?"
Mr. James shook his head. "No, he didn't," he said, his voice hesitant. "But I always got the feeling that he was talking about the staff at the hospital. I think he had a lot of anger towards the people who worked here.".  "That makes sense," Detective D said, his mind racing. "Is there anything else you can tell me about him?"
Mr. James bit his lip, clearly struggling he was only friendly with Dr Marcelo when he was here , he hated Samantha even thou she was the nicest to him. Detective D's eyes widened. "Why did he hate Samantha?" he asked. "I thought you said she was the nicest to him."
"She was," Mr. James said, his voice growing more agitated. "But he seemed to have a problem with her anyway. I think he might have had a crush on her and he was jealous when he saw her with other men. I don't know maybe that's why he kept saying he wanted to kill them, but it's possible."
"That's a very plausible theory," Detective D said, thinking hard. "Did you ever see Fredrickson show any violence?". "No" Edward answered, "So you never actually saw him act out in a violent way," Detective D clarified. "But you think he might have had the potential to do so?"
Mr. James nodded. "Yes, that's right," he said. "I just got the feeling that he was very angry and very resentful. I don't think he was a well man, even before he was discharged from the hospital.I think he might just have had some sort of personality disorder."
"It's possible," Detective D said, thinking hard. "Do you know if anyone else at the hospital felt the same?"  "No I m not sure" Edward said, "So only you noticed something off about this Fredrickson fellow," Detective D said, trying to make sense of the information. "Did you ever speak to anyone else about your concerns? Perhaps Dr. Marcelo?"
Mr. James shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No, I didn't," he said, looking down at his hands. "I was afraid that if I said something, they might think I was overreacting. Or that I was just being paranoid. I didn't want to risk my job, so I kept quiet."
"I understand," Detective D said, trying to put him at ease. ""We shall take our leave now, Thank you for your time, Mr. James," Detective D said, standing up and offering his hand. "You've given me a lot to think about. I'll be in touch if I have any more questions."
Mr. James shook his hand, looking relieved. "Thank you, Detective," he said. "I hope you find out who did this. I can't bear the thought of anyone else getting hurt." "We'll do everything we can to solve this case," Detective D promised.
"Thank you again for your help." With that, Detective D and Samuel left the hospital, both of them deep in thought
*Another scene ,a man dress in a black cloak approaches the dark figure *
"I have ticked everyone on the list,  some are dead, others are insane, everything is over now, mission is accomplished, I have captured the last woman, Mrs Williams she is here in chains " the man explained in a frustrating and pleading tone
The dark figure looked up at the man in the black cloak, an unreadable expression on its face. "Very well," it said in a deep, raspy voice. "You have done well. What is the status of the woman? Is she compliant?"
"She is resisting," the man replied, his tone proud. "But we have her restrained and drugged. She is not going anywhere." "That is good," the dark figure said, a hint of approval in its voice. "You have served me well. I have one more task for you, and then you will be free to go."
"One more, is that now a repetition for you, you keep saying one more , who are you anyways hmmm" the man in dark cloak spoked obviously furious. "I am your master," the dark figure said, its voice cold and commanding. "You serve me, and I will grant you, your reward. But until then, you will do as I say. Do you understand?"
The man in the black cloak hesitated, then nodded slowly. "I understand," he said. "What is this last task?" "You must find me a new servant," the dark figure said. "Someone who is strong and loyal, someone who will not question my commands. Do you know of anyone who might fit that description?" "No Iiii don't... have you no need for me anymore" the man stammered
"You have served me well," the dark figure said "but I need someone who can do more than you have done. I am sorry, but our time together is at an end. I must move on."
The man in the black cloak felt a sense of panic welling up inside him. He had served this dark figure for so long and now he was being cast aside like a piece of garbage. "Please, don't do this," he pleaded. "I will do anything to prove myself to you. Please give me another chance."
The dark figure's voice was merciless. "I have no need for you" the figure said harshly, As the man in the black cloak pleaded for his life, the dark figure raised its hand and snapped its fingers. A bolt of dark energy erupted from its hand, striking the man in the chest. He crumpled to the ground, dead. The dark figure stood over him, watching impassively as the man's body slowly faded away, until there was nothing left but a pile of ashes. "That is for the fire you light that night" the dark firgured hissed .
Satisfied, the dark figure turned and walked towards the other rooms. As the dark figure's words echoed through the chamber, the captives began to stir. One by one, they awoke, looking around in confusion and fear. Then, as they realized where they were, there memories start flooding in, their faces filled with terror. They knew what was coming, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.
"No!" one of them cried out, but the dark figure merely smiled, its dark eyes glittering with malice. "There is no escape for you," it said. "You are all mine and I will do with you as I please." The captives huddled together, trying to find comfort in each other. He looked at all his captives " Now let your toment begin "