DETECTIVE D

Arrived in mystic shadow

With fear Fredickson decided it was time to go back home and stay away from magic and starting a new life but little did he know tragedy awaits him Frederickson's heart raced as he packed his bags, eager to leave the darkness of the magical school behind. He dreamed of a simple life in Mystic Shadow, free from the shadows that had consumed him. He envisioned proposing to Mariah, her smile radiant as she said yes, their wedding a joyous celebration of love and new beginnings.
But as he arrived in Mystic Shadow, a sense of unease settled over him. The town seemed different, its streets eerily quiet, its skies shrouded in a perpetual gloom. Frederickson's fears were confirmed when he discovered a dark ritual taking place in the town square. Mariah, her eyes black as coal, her dead stood at the center she had been burnt.
"what have you done?" Frederickson cried, his voice lost in the cacophony of darkness. Frederickson's world shattered, his dreams of a simple life reduced to ashes.
Frederickson's eyes widened in horror as he stumbled backward, his mind reeling from the sight before him. Mariah, his beloved Mariah, stood as a charred and lifeless statue, her eyes black as coal, her skin burned beyond recognition. The air was thick with the stench of death and smoke, and the darkness seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy.
"No...no...this can't be," Frederickson whispered, his voice trembling with grief.Frederickson legs felt heavy, his mind numb with shock.Frederickson collapsed to the ground, his body wracked with sobs. His dreams, his hopes, his entire world had been shattered. The darkness he had feared started consumed him, As Frederickson lay there, consumed by grief and despair, the darkness began to seep into his soul. He felt it spreading, like a stain, through his veins, his heart, his mind. His thoughts grew cloudy, his vision blurred, and his screams were drowned out by the cacophony of darkness.
Frederickson's body began to contort, his limbs twisting in ways that seemed impossible. His skin grew pale, his eyes sunken, and his hair turned white as snow. He was becoming one of them, a creature of the darkness.As the transformation took hold, Frederickson's mind was filled With visions of Mariah's charred and lifeless body, her eyes black as coal, haunting him, Frederickson was consumed by darkness and lost forever. His screams were silenced, his body frozen in a twisted pose, his soul trapped in a living nightmare. He immediately started investigating what had happened, who was responsible, and what crime his beloved Mariah had committed. Soon, he discovered those responsible: the Priest, John, Rodriguez, Samantha, and Edward James. These were the people who had robbed him of his happiness with Mariah. Frederickson cursed everyone responsible and began his killing spree. His first victim was the Priest.
That night, an eerie silence fell over Mystic Shadow. Everyone could feel the shift in energy after Mariah and Samantha's deaths. They grew scared of their own haunting souls and felt they had committed a sin, just like when Jesus Christ was killed by the Pharisees. They laughed at the thought, but secretly they knew the atmosphere had changed.
The Priest was at the altar, sainting the church, facing the altar, seated. "Lord, let thy will be done," he prayed, sensing danger. The wind blew open the church door, and the candles died. Frederickson slowly walked in, step by step. The Priest, unaware of what Frederickson had become, shouted hypocritically, "You who practice sorcery, how dare you step into the house of the Most High? Did your iniquity bring you here to confess your sins?"
Frederickson's anger grew strong as he smiled. "You killed the love of my life, and you dare talk about sin?" He grabbed the Priest's collar. "You are dead." As Fredrickson's grip tightened around the priest's collar, the old man's eyes widened in terror. He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse and barely audible. Fredrickson's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his face twisted in a snarl.
"You," Fredrickson hissed, his breath hot against the priest's face. "You and your cohorts took everything from me. Mariah, my love, my heart... you destroyed her, and now you'll pay the price."The priest's eyes darted wildly, searching for escape, but Fredrickson's hold was unyielding. With a swift motion, Fredrickson flung the priest to the ground, the  man's body crashing against the stone floor.
As the priest struggled to rise, Fredrickson's foot came down, pinning him in place. "You should have stayed out of this, priest," Fredrickson spat. "Now, you'll join Mariah.""With a swift and deadly motion, Fredrickson's hand shot out, grasping the priest's throat with an unyielding grip.
The priest's eyes bulged in terror as Fredrickson's fingers tightened, squeezing the life from him. The priest's legs thrashed wildly, but Fredrickson's hold was unbreakable. As the priest's body went limp, Fredrickson released his grip, letting the lifeless form slump to the ground. He stood tall, his chest heaving with rage, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity. 'I killed you first this time,' Fredrickson hissed, 'and I promise to kill you last.' With a twisted smile, he took the church candles and seared the letter 'D' into the priest's arm, branding him with a forever scar, a gruesome promise of the fate that awaited him."
"Fredrickson's next victim was Edward James, the ruthless prosecutor who had sent Mariah and Samantha to their deaths. This fateful night, Edward's own demons had come home to roost. He was in a drunken rage, terrorizing his wife in their own home. She cowered in fear as he lashed out at her, his fists flying in a frenzy. He was a man consumed by his own darkness, taking out his frustrations on his innocent wife. And then, in a twisted irony, and as fate would have it the wife had accidentally set his suit ablaze through distraction while ironing, he swiftly removed his belt to lash out at his 35-year-old wife, his teenage sons watched in horror, frozen in fear.
It was then that Fredrickson struck, his presence as silent as a ghost. Edward's wife watched in horror as Fredrickson took her husband's life, as Edward's wife watched, a mix of emotions on her face - horror, relief, and a hint of justice served. One would have thought he would leave immediately he had killed Edward James, But Fredrickson's justice was not yet sated. With a calculating gaze, he turned to Edward's wife and children, his eyes devoid of mercy.
The wife, still frozen in shock, couldn't comprehend the horror that was unfolding before her. She tried to scream, but her voice was trapped in her throat. Fredrickson's movements were swift and deadly, his blade slicing through the air with precision. One by one, he took the lives of Edward's children, their young bodies crumpling to the floor. The wife, now hysterical, begged for mercy, but Fredrickson's face remained impassive. With a final, brutal stroke, he ended her life, silencing her screams forever. The room was now silent, except for the sound of Fredrickson's heavy breathing. He stood amidst the carnage, his eyes gleaming with a fierce satisfaction. Justice, in his twisted mind, had been served."
It wasn't quite long,  Fredrickson attacked John the man who had once loved Samantha but was rejected by her. John had been the one who caught glimpses of Mariah and Samantha's secret trysts In an abandoned place,  He had monitored them, convinced that he hadn't been mistaken in what he saw - two grown women acting like lovers. John had shared his discovery with his friend Rodriguez, who initially doubted him, only to realize that John was telling the truth. The two men had attempted to use this information to their advantage, trying to coerce Mariah and Samantha into submission.
But the women refused to be shamed or intimidated, standing tall against them. John and Rodriguez could not Force this women to lay with them instead they were strucked by them .Enraged and humiliated, they took their tale to the town square and the church, denouncing Mariah and Samantha as sinners to the entire town ,demanding that the priest denounce the women's 'sinful' relationship.
Fredrickson's eyes narrowed as he fixed John with a cold, calculating stare. Without a word, he reached out and grasped John's throat, his grip like a vice. John's eyes bulged as he tried to struggle, but Fredrickson's hold was unyielding. With a swift and deadly motion, Fredrickson ended John's life, his body crumpling to the ground. Slowly began killing every person who was present in that church, from miss William , to the man who set Mariah ablaze.
But with Rodriguez his last victim and with the way people have been killed brutally he knew somehow it was related to Mariah and Samantha death, he believed it was their ghost and he wanted to flee Mystic Shadow, Fredrickson toyed with his prey. He gave him a head start, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he watched Rodriguez flee in terror. The thrill of the hunt was exhilarating, and Fredrickson savored every moment.
He stalked Rodriguez through the streets, his footsteps echoing off the buildings. Finally, he cornered his quarry in a dead-end alley, where Rodriguez cowered in fear. Fredrickson's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity as Rodriguez's life slipped away, Fredrickson's smile grew wider, his eyes blazing with a fierce triumph. 'I killed you last in this lifetime,' he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. 'But I promise to kill you first in your next.' With those chilling words, Fredrickson vanished into the night, leaving behind a trail of death and destruction.