"𝙴𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗"
"This is the new, young victim bright flower and dark night."
Agent Red said quietly, glancing at the flower. "And again, it's not the dark, dying flowers he used to leave this one... it's alive, fresh, almost mocking."
Agent Black crouched beside the body, her sharp gaze scanning the surroundings.
"He's leaving a message, before, he killed the old he leaved dark flowers, symbols of decay, now he's killing the young and leaving flowers full of life."
Agent black said, her tone was thought full Red glanced at her and nodded his head a chill running down his spine.
"He's shifting it's like he's reversing his meaning death where there should be life."
Red looked at black his face was grim as he glanced the death body which throat was half cut.
"And the flowers...they're not random these colors, these choices they mean something again."
He said and picked up the flower and put it in investigation box, the room was silent, save for the distant sounds of the city outside, Agent black stood up and tend toward the window, staring at the gray skies.
"It's a new phase he's evolving."
"And when a killer evolves, it's only going to get worse."
Red said, his tone was quite and steady both agents exchanged a knowing look, the case had taken a darker turn, and whatever message the psychopath was sending, they knew one thing for certain, they were running out of time.
The air in the apartment seemed colder as Agent Red and Agent Black examined the scene further, Red's eyes drifted to the faint impression of footsteps leading from the body to the door, clean and deliberate, as if the killer had wanted them to be seen.
"Look at this."
Black said, her voice sharp as she pointed to the victim's hand, a small crumpled note tucked between her fingers, Red moved closer carefully pulling it free with gloved hands the note was simple, yet chilling.
"ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇsᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ғᴀɪᴅs."
Red read the words aloud, his voice a low murmur, both agents fell silent for a moment.
"He's playing with us these words, these flowers it's a message he's taunting us but why the shift? Why young people now?"
Black said, as usual in anger Red looked at her and patted her shoulder and glanced at note again.
"He's not just a killer anymore he is making a statement, death doesn't discriminate. The young and vibrant can fall just as easily."
Black jaws tightened after heard him, The distant hum of sirens of ambulance echoed through the open window, but neither agent moved, Red glanced back at the body.
"We need to figure out his endgame and fast before more flowers bloom."
Red said in stern tone and turned toward Black, Black nodded and glanced outside through the window where the clouds darkened, and the vibrant red flower on the victim's chest seemed to glow in the dim light, a cruel reminder of a killer who was far from done.
Hours later, Agent Red and Agent Black sat in the dimly lit briefing room at headquarters, the evidence from the latest crime scene spread out before them. Photos of victims, old and young stared back at them, in each image, the flowers stood out like a signature, contrasting life and death.
"The pattern is too deliberate dark flowers for the elderly vibrant ones for the young. And now, this note 'Youth blooms brightest before it fades' he is trying to send a message, but what does it mean?"
Red said, while tapping his pen on the table Black leaned back in her chair her eyes narrowed in thought.
"This isn't random it's like he's drawing a line between decay and vitality, showing us that death claims both in its own time."
Black heard Red and glanced him who was staring at the wall, deep in thought.
"Or... maybe it's personal what if something happened to him? Someone young he lost or someone old he loath?"
Black said, her eyes were deeply focused on previous and recent murderer's details Red looked at her with clashed brows.
"You think this psychopath is driven by grief or revenge?"
"Maybe both, People like him don't just snap they're made over time what we are seeing now is the escalation he is experimenting, changing his focus."
Black replied and Red face turned dark but before black would notice his expression a knock at the door interrupted them a junior officer entered, holding a folder.
"Agents, another body just came in same pattern a young man, mid-twenties. Yellow tulip this time."
Red and Black exchanged a tense glance and immediately rose from their seats and accelerated outside.
"Two young victims in a row he is accelerating."
Black muttered, buttoning her coat As they moved toward the exit, they climbed into their car. The city stretched before them, the streets dark and uninviting their car sped through the city streets, the hum of the engine the only sound between them was that the killer was moving faster now, and with every death, his message grew clearer. But they still couldn't see the full picture. And until they did, they knew one thing, the flowers would keep blooming, and the bodies would keep falling.
The city's skyline loomed ahead, dark and oppressive as Agent Red and Agent Black arrived at the latest crime scene. This time, they were at a small, upscale apartment complex the yellow tulip left on the victim's chest glowed under the harsh lights of the crime scene.
"This one is different."
Red said, kneeling by the body the young man, only 23, lay in a pool of blood, his face frozen in an expression of shock.
"Not like the others the tulip it's a symbol of perfect love, of rebirth, a stark contrast to the chaos he's caused."
Agent Black frowned slightly because she hadn't know that Red had knowledge about flowers but she shrugged and looked over the body and then around the apartment it was meticulously clean, but there was something off the victim's desk, usually cluttered with work, was now perfectly organized, Black's eyes lingered on a photograph on the wall a picture of the victim with his elderly grandmother, smiling in front of a garden.
"Notice this? His grandmother this might be where it started this connection between the elderly and the young he might have seen her as something important to him."
Black said, pointing towards the pictures Red looked closer, his mind working through the pieces but he looked toward Black when she said.
"Could he be targeting young people to punish them for their connection to the elderly? Maybe he's blaming the young for not protecting the old?"
"Or maybe old one's for not protecting young.."
Red replied, his voice held something which didn't unnoticed by her she looked at him who was staring the photographs with strange eyes.
"Maybe.."
She said, her voice came out like disdain Red looked at him and exchanged a look of grim determination, both knowing the killer was getting closer to revealing his final, terrifying plan. Every step they took felt like a race against time, and the flowers, once innocent symbols of beauty had become twisted in his hands, marking each victim in a cycle that threatened to spiral out of control.
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He was in a dark, shadowy room an elderly woman stood over him, her face pale and wrinkled, her eyes cold and piercing, without a word, she leaned over and wrapped her bony hands around his throat her grip was strong, much stronger than he expected, and he struggled to breathe.
Gasping for air, he tried to push her away, but his arms felt heavy and weak, as if they were made of stone panic filled his chest as he begged.
"Please, stop! Let me go! I can't breathe!"
But the old woman didn't say anything her expression stayed blank, and her grip only tightened the more he struggled, the harder it became to catch his breath, his vision blurred, and he could feel his heart pounding like a drum, fear consumed him as he desperately cried out, but no one came to help.
It was just him and the woman, locked in this terrible, silent battle.
Suddenly, the man's surroundings began to shift, the dark room seemed to close in on him, the walls melting into shadows that swirled like smoke, the old woman's grip felt colder now, like ice pressing against his skin. He tried to scream again, but no sound escaped his lips.
"Why won't you listen?"
He choked out, his voice barely a whisper the woman's face twisted into a faint, eerie smile but her eyes remained empty, unfeeling his body thrashed as he fought to break free the weight on his chest grew heavier, as though the air itself had turned solid. His lungs burned, his body aching from the struggle he clawed at her hands, but it was no use She was impossibly strong.
Just as his vision began to fade, the scene shattered like broken glass the man woke up in his bed, drenched in sweat, his heart racing he sat up, gasping for air, and instinctively touched his neck, half-expecting to feel the old woman's cold hands still gripping him.
The room was still and quiet, the moonlight casting long shadows on the walls there was no sign of the old woman, no sound but his own labored breathing. Yet, even though he was awake, the feeling of her icy fingers lingered, and he couldn't shake the nightmare of his life.
He looked beside him and saw his wife sleeping peacefully, her face calm and serene in the soft glow of the moonlight. For a moment, her steady breathing seemed to calm his racing heart he reached out to touch her shoulder, seeking comfort, but stopped midway.
His hand trembled as the memory of the old woman's grip resurfaced, he sat there, frozen, his eyes darting around the room, half-expecting to see the old woman standing in the corner, watching him or barged inside room as she used to but there was nothing just the quiet stillness of the night.
He tried to shake off the feeling, telling himself it was just his imagination, but when he touched his neck again, his skin felt tender, as if someone really had been gripping it, he stood up from bed and went towards window to take fresh air, he was fed up with his nightmares which always brought nothing but painful memories of his brutal past.
The phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the quiet of the night, he glanced back and immediately went towards the side table before his wife could woke up, he picked up the call, it was from the agency voice on the other end said urgently.
"Agent Red, you both need to come quickly we've uncovered the killer's next move."
He glanced to his side, where his wife lay peacefully asleep, her face calm in the dim light after a moment's hesitation, he replied, his voice low but firm as he knew it was their duties.
"Understood we'll be there."
He quietly ended the call, careful not to wake his wife for a moment, he just sat there, staring at her she looked so peaceful, so unaware of the chaos waiting for them beyond this room with a deep sigh, he gently touched her shoulder.
"Любовь (Lyubov)...."
"Love..."
He whispered, his voice soft but urgent. "We need to go the agency called it's about the killer."
Her eyes fluttered open, and she quickly registered the seriousness in his tone and without a word, she sat up brushing the sleep from her face, Years of being an agent had trained her for moments like this, no hesitation, no questions, Agent Black was not just his partner on mission, instead she was his partner in life too.
They both moved swiftly, grabbing their gear and dressing in silence as they stepped out into the cold, dark night, the world around them felt still unaware of the danger they were heading to confront they made their way to the car, the quiet of the night seemed to press down on them the streets were empty, the only sound the soft crunch of their footsteps on the gravel he opened the car door for her, and they both slid into the front seats, the tension already thick between them.
He started the engine, the car's headlights cutting through the darkness as they pulled out onto the road when she spoke in steady tone.
"Do we have a lead on his next move?"
"Not much but our team send me the location where he is going."
he replied, his hands gripping the steering wheel she nodded, her eyes scanning the empty streets ahead.
"This time we will just finish him, we always do."
The road stretched out in front of them, but the uncertainty of what awaited them kept their eyes sharp, knowing that this mission could be their most dangerous yet.
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