The picture that kept on coming to my head, even when sleeping, walking, playing, laughing, anything I do, that face keeps on appearing in my head, and it's the face of the killer. Even though it was blurry, I had this feeling that we had met before, and the killer is a female. What I do not get is why a pretty girl would want to be a serial killer? Another problem arose, which I did not see as a problem until it was leading us to get demoted and sacked.
For me to be saved while I was in the blood room, they had to use the CCTV camera in the room to track me. They could see that I was not a human and I was part of the Red fox clan, but they still saved me. Detective Williams, who they had sent, could also not cope in there because the blood was so tempting, and Moonlight monsters are very bad at resisting the cool thick dark red blood. Detective Williams, or should I say, Mr. Williams, blew his cover. Now we were both on trials only because we were one of the best.
During the court trials, there was this girl putting on a blue jacket, a white top, and blue jeans. She was inside the court, standing downstairs like she was waiting for someone who had come to the trials, and her face looked familiar. While the court was on their first break and when they returned, the judge would decide our fate, I noticed she was still standing there. I kept on staring at her until our eyes met, and then she decided to take her leave. It was like she wanted me to notice her. The judge returned with a small paper on which he had written our punishment. We were dishonored by collecting our uniforms, our ranks, and everything that belonged to DISAC. We were shocked that that was all, no other punishment attached.
Some weeks after the court trials, I still needed to find the serial killer because her face kept on appearing in my dreams, and it was like her face was stuck in my head. This time I went to meet Williams for some help. We had both been kicked out from the force, but we couldn't stop our case; we had to finish it. When I got to his house, it looked like he had someone with him, and the second person was very angry at him, yelling at him, but I could not get the whole details. I could conclude that Williams got himself in a big, big mess with the Blue Fox. The Blue Fox were not people to mess with; they are one of the worst clans on earth, because they are strong and are from the lineage of the Wizards of Hoods. Their powers were beyond what we could comprehend. Williams was a little bit happy to see me, and I told him we would deal with them later, but first, we had to solve the serial killer case.
Williams made a phone call to the station, and a woman picked up, giving us some useful hints we needed to know and what the station thought about the case. According to her, the serial killer was supposed to be dead at a motel in a weird street called Townies. It was a home only for night creatures, and some clans were not allowed, like the Red fox clan, because they could be very annoying at times, and they do cheat in all they do. They can bring down a whole building in the twinkle of an eye and would not get hurt. The last time a Red Fox was allowed, the clans warred against one another right there. She was not affected in any way because Red Foxes are damn smart.
This was why the cops were having a rethink about going to burst the serial killer there. They hired a sniper and placed him on a rooftop ten buildings away. The trees, poles, and wires helped him camouflage himself, and no one would have thought he was around. He took aim, but the agents had confirmed that she had a black jacket on, and so many people could have put on a black jacket. He did not see her face before he pulled the trigger. He could not escape the millions of night creatures; they caught him and removed his heart, sending it back to the head office as a piece offering for the death of one of them.
Catherine, Williams' inside man, told us that they suspected that the serial killer is not dead and she might be working for a Blue Fox. Williams was all dressed and ready to leave. We were supposed to leave together, but I had to check on my brother because he had been away from home for days.
On getting home, the young teen was lost in thought, and it looked like he had a lot on his mind that he was not telling me. I sat down beside him and brought back those old memories of when we would run around the compound. I was always faster and stronger, but I thought it was normal. When he fell, I would always be there to help him up. When he was behind in a race, I would hold his hand and run faster. We would both feel the air behind us, and once we named our team Fast Wind. He came closer to me, gave me a very big hug. It looked weird at first, then I hugged him back, and again, I felt warm and I closed my eyes. Then I saw the killer.
I remembered that Williams was waiting for me at the Townies. I grabbed a shirt, and since it was a motel, it should have a bar, so I told him to grab a shirt too. We were going out.
We pulled up at the Townies. The motel had weird-looking clown faces at the entrance. If those were meant to scare people off, they would only make them want to know what was going on inside. It was quiet outside, but inside, it was loud. There was a DJ, loud music, and people partying. It looked like a normal club to me. My brother Peter decided to have fun, while I went ahead to look for Williams. I checked the rooms upstairs and the ones blocks away in the same compound, but I could not find Williams. Instead, I found her—the woman from my nightmares, the killer. But she looked more like the girl who was standing outside the court on the day of my trial. Now she was with a rich man surrounded by bodyguards. I couldn't get any closer, and she seemed like she recognized me, but she did not want me there. She was trying to warn me about something, but it was too late. Then I said, "I am very sorry to say this, but I really have to take her with me. She is a suspect and needs to be questioned."
The man laughed and said, "You can take her. You do not want to have a problem with the cops." Then he smiled again, and now, not only him was smiling, his bodyguards and the remaining guys there. It was like he did not mean what he said, but I grabbed her hand and dragged her out, and we walked towards the car. I thought the mission was simple, and they were very reasonable until I looked around. Miles ahead, some set of guys were there, opposite direction, same thing on the roofs, same thing. Then I knew it was the wrong choice. I thought since they had access to the rooftops, they might have had a sniper placed somewhere. Even if I wanted to take them all out, I was completely outnumbered, and I was not sure if the damsel here would fight with me or against me. At this moment, I knew I was in trouble.