All right, before you read this you need to know that the girl in this sees things, but that becomes pretty clear early on. and enjoy, but if you don't review I'll find you!

Mr. Monk and the Sickness

She should have known not to go. The shadows were growing steadily even though was no light to cast such shadows, and they hid the movement of things not here or there. She should have known this would be a bad day, but the fact that he gave her hope to dismantle the shadows was too good of an officer to refuse just because she saw a few blurry things.

She ran a hand through her golden brown hair, a nervous habit she had since she was a kid, as she waited for him to show. She bounced her hands against each other as she rapidly paced in an oval path. Now she knew this was a bad idea. If this was a good idea she wouldn't have to meet him in an empty alley, where she could barely hear the sound of the city. If she had any other options she would have gladly walked away then.

"Hello," a man's voice greeted from the opening of the alley. He started walking towards her and asked, "How are you today?"

"I'm seeing movements that have no cause, but they haven't manifested into anything, so I'm doing alright," she told him.

"Well, I guess we don't have any time to spare then," he responded, unbuttoning his coat and setting his hands in his pockets.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she surveyed the man. He was dress in fine attire, a pinstriped suit with a clearly silk tie, clearly someone who would never look twice at her. So why was he here, trying to help her? She was unkempt and her clothes were dirty from bouncing from place to place, with no set home. Any remaining money she had was hidden away in her socks. He didn't belong in this alley with her, but he was there, so she was going to use his help.

"Thank you again," she told him. "All the other doctors said that the operation is the only way to help, but I can't afford it. None of them mentioned a second option, so thank you."

He nodded, and took a step closer to her. "You do realize that this procedure is costly?"

"Oh yes," she answered. "I don't have much money now, but once I'm back to my old self, I'll get any job I can and pay you back, with interest."

He chuckled quietly to himself, in manner as though he knew something she didn't. "That won't be necessary; I don't take whores' money."

"What?" Before she knew what was happening he lunged at her, and his hands wrapped around her neck, squeezing to keep her silent. She clawed at his hands, trying to loosen his killer grip. He was grinning as he strangled her, muttering things about whores and sluts will get what they deserve.

He was still grinning when she saw something swoop down, circling the two. At first she had only seen it fly by as a large brown blur, but when it came back she saw it in its entirety. A bat like body, but the size of an eagle, with the fur on the stomach cut off letting her peer into the creature's inside that was slowly oozing blood. As it started to fly down at her, it squawked loudly baring his sharp teeth, stained red.

With fear as a motivator, she was able to push the man off of her as she rolled to avoid the monster. Screaming, she protected her head as she waved one arm in the air to fend off the flying beast. She only became quiet when she heard a moan of pain from her side.

She stopped and glanced up. The creature was gone, but there was another moan. She looked towards the source and nearly screamed again. The man was groaning in pain as he clutched around the shard of glass sticking out of his side. She scrambled over to him, and began to apply pressure to wound. The man let out one final moan before he passed out from pain.

Frantic, she screamed, "Help! Help! Please, someone help!" There was no response, so she desperately searched for a piece of cloth to help stop the bleeding. She quickly undid his tie and began using to help stop the bleeding as she begged futilely, "Oh please don't die, please don't die."

She paused, listening to the sounds of someone coming closer. "Help! Please help, he's hurt!"

A man appeared at the opening. She smiled at him, relived, and yelled, "Call 911, and hurry!"

And suddenly, he stopped breathing. She attempted to administrate CPR, but it wasn't doing anything. She stopped, and took a deep breath. She was about to continue CPR when a black cloud swirled around her, and then entered the man's body. She screamed.


see, she has hallucinations.