DETECTIVE D

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As Dectective D and Samuel approached the windmill, Detective D could feel a dark energy emanating from within. He knew they were running out of time."Let's move," he whispered, his pistol at the ready.
They crept towards the windmill, their hearts pounding in unison. Detective D's mind was focused on one thing - saving the women he loved and Mariah.
With their eyes adjusted to the dim light, Detective D and Samuel moved swiftly and silently through the corridors, taking down guards with precision and stealth. They used a combination of hand-to-hand combat and strategic maneuvering to evade detection.
Detective D took down the first guard with a swift chop to the neck, catching him before he hit the ground. Samuel followed suit, using his agility to disarm and knock out the next guard.
As they moved deeper into the windmill, they encountered more guards, each one presenting a new challenge. But Detective D and Samuel worked seamlessly together, their movements choreographed by their months of training and partnership.
They used the environment to their advantage, taking down guards in narrow corridors and hidden alcoves. They even used the windmill's machinery to distract and disorient their opponents, making it easier to knock them out.
Despite their best efforts, they knew it was only a matter of time before Fredrickson discovered their presence. They had to move fast and stay one step ahead of him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached the door to the room where the women were being held. Detective D took a deep breath, preparing himself for what lay ahead. He nodded to Samuel, and they burst into the room silently, ready to face whatever lay within.
Detective D's eyes scanned the room frantically, his heart racing with anticipation. But instead of finding the women, he was met with an eerie sight. The room was empty, except for a single figure standing in the shadows.
Sneaking in?" Fredrickson's voice broke the silence "I was awaiting you Damon" addressing Detective D by his true name, "Damon." Detective D's shock was evident; only Fernanda had called him that in years. "How do you know my name? And who are you? Where's my wife and Mariah? What have you done with them?" he demanded.
"So many questions, Damon," Fredrickson replied, his voice echoing through the room. "I shall answer them all. You know who I am, or you wouldn't be here. We share an old history, one you've tried to forget. You've never liked using your true name, not in any of your lifetimes. First, you were a priest, now you're Detective D - ashamed of the name the universe gave you?"
Detective D interrupted, "What do you mean by past life, Fredrickson?
"You're one to always have power over justice", Fredickson snapped "You decided the fate of two women long ago, and now you're deciding the fate of your beloved wife and Mariah. What do you mean?" Detective D snapped.
"I want you to make a deal with me," Fredrickson replied. "I'll let the two women go, unharmed and unscratched, along with your little assistant over there. You just have to make a deal with me."
"What is the deal, Fredrickson?" Detective D asked, his voice firm.
"Your life!" Fredrickson responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm. A silence grew in the room as he continued, "I am being honest with you, Damon... or should I call you Detective?"
"Why do you want me dead?" Detective D questioned. "Because it suits my soul," Fredrickson replied. "A murderer like you shouldn't be in charge of people's fate."
"And what about you?" Detective D shot back. "Are you a saint? We're you not one making people disappear, driving them insane and killing them without any just cause. You're an insane man who practices witchcraft, a serial killer."
"Why were you nice to Doctor Marcelo? Is he your accomplice?" Detective D questioned. "Doctor Marcelo is simply a good friend of mine," Fredrickson replied. "He knows nothing, and you know nothing. In fact, you know too much. Do you accept the deal or not?" Fredrickson snapped. "Don't forget, your wife is expecting."
Detective D's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of Fredrickson's words. He knew he had to stall for time, to think of a way to save his wife, Mariah. "I don't make deals with monsters like you," he spat, trying to keep his voice steady.
Fredrickson chuckled, the sound echoing off the walls of the windmill. "Ah, but you will, Detective. You see, I have something you want, and you have something I want. Your life, in exchange for their freedom. It's a fair trade, don't you think?"
Detective D's grip on his pistol tightened, his finger hovering over the trigger. He knew he couldn't trust Fredrickson, but he also knew he had to play along. For now.
"What makes you think I'll agree to this?" he asked, trying to buy time.
Fredrickson's smile grew wider. "Because, Detective, you're a man of justice. And you'll do whatever it takes to save those you love. Even if it means sacrificing yourself.or m I wrong are you a selfish young man then "
The air in the room seemed to grow thicker, heavier, as Detective D weighed his options. He knew he had to make a decision, and fast. "I'm not selfish," Detective D said, his voice firm. "But I'm also not stupid. Where are the women? I want to see them before I make any deals."
Fredrickson's smile faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure. "Ah, of course. I forget that you're a man of principle, Detective. Very well, I'll show you the women. But remember, this is just a glimpse of what you'll be giving up if you don't agree to my terms."
With a wave of his hand, Fredrickson gestured to a hidden door behind him. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room. Detective D's heart skipped a beat as he saw his wife and Mariah both  bound and gagged, but alive.
"See, Detective? They're safe... for now," Fredrickson said, his voice dripping with malice. "But if you don't agree to my terms, they'll suffer a fate worse than death."
Detective D's grip on his pistol tightened, his mind racing with the implications. He knew he had to make a decision, and fast. But what was the right choice? Samuel interrupted "realised those women right now Fredickson or else!"
"Or else what, little Samuel?" Fredrickson sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You think you can threaten me? I could snap you in two like a twig and yet you dare to try and intimidate me?" Samuel stood his ground, his eyes flashing with defiance. "We'll find a way to stop you, Fredrickson. You're not as invincible as you think you are."
Fredrickson's laughter grew louder, more hysterical. "Oh, this is priceless! You think you can stop me? I have the upper hand, and you know it. I have the women and I have the power. You're just a couple of pathetic little insects trying to take on a giant."
Detective D's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with a plan. He knew he had to keep Fredrickson talking, to stall for time. "What do you want, Fredrickson?" he asked, his voice firm. "What's the point of all this?"
Fredrickson's laughter slowly died away, replaced by a cold, calculating, "you rubbed me a lifetime of happiness with my beloved. "What are you talking about, Fredrickson?" Detective D questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion. "You don't remember, do you? Of course, you can't. Your memories are shrouded in darkness, locked away by the cycle of rebirth. But I remember. I remember everything. I promised you in your past life, that you would be the last person on my list to kill. And now, that promise is about to be fulfilled."
Fredrickson's eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity as he grasped Detective D's arm, pulling up his sleeve to reveal a small, intricate birthmark on his arm. The mark was shaped like a letter "D".
"Look, Detective," Fredrickson whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "You bear the mark of guilt, the mark of responsibility for my beloved Mariah's death."