The Cop and the Temptress

The rain was beating down heavily against Jessie's pale, porcelain smooth skin as she ran as fast as her legs would take her through the dark backstreets of Andytown, New York. The cop behind her was a good distance away; there was no way that he could catch up with her now. She was way too fast, and had an agility that was unmatched by anyone that any of the Star Command cops had ever encountered before. It was almost a game to her, a twisted version of cat and mouse, allowing her enemies to get almost within grasp of her, just before she vanished again; the only trace she left behind was an echoing laughter in her wake.

Even if she was captured, which had only ever happened once when she was young and had made a stupid mistake, she would use her deadliest weapon and she would escape every time. Her deadliest weapon being her stunning beauty; no man would catch her and no man could escape her. This was how she had gained the befitting code name of "The Temptress," from the Star Command cops, and she loved the way it sounded. It was just so dangerous, untouchable, and sultry. The three things that described her perfectly, all in one simple title.

"Just about the only thing Star Command ever got right with me," thought Jessie with a dark smirk breaking across her face. The Star Command Police Force were the highest authority, the most talented, intelligent and respected group of men and woman the world had ever seen. They represented all the states of America, hence the name 'Star' Command. The most elite men and women in the world, and all at the top of their game, and yet this one woman had completely frazzled them and was always one step ahead.

Jessie continued to run with the agility of a panther, overcoming every obstacle in her way. The cop behind her was starting to advance on her, but she already had a plan on how to deal with him, she knew his strategies. Therefore she knew that he couldn't be the only one after her; he and the rest of the Force were far too intelligent to send a solitary cop after "The Temptress." She knew full well that an ambush was waiting for her somewhere around these backstreets, she could sense it. Jessie thought it a shame that this particular male cop had used his talents for good; she reckoned that he would be just as deadly, if not even more so than her boss Zurg, the most evil and devious man she had ever met. She didn't trust Zurg for a second, but there was a mutual respect there that kept them together.

Jessie had met him when she was 16 years old, she had no relatives, and her parents had long since passed away in the fire that had also destroyed the place she used to call her home. Zurg had found her, lost, and living in a dark, abandoned warehouse shortly after she was declared missing and possibly dead by the police; they had stopped looking for her not long before that declaration. Zurg had seen the potential in her as his accomplice or "Agent" as she preferred to be called. She had a deep hatred of the police force after they had given up on her parents so easily, and she wanted her revenge on the world because of what happened to her wonderful, kind, and good mother and father. She figured, why be good if all it gives you is pain and weakness, and no shows the slightest sign of even caring about you?

So she had agreed to go with Zurg, and they had been working together for a good, or bad depending on how you looked at it, ten years now. She had protection, luxury, and a dark kind of fame which suited her just fine. Of course it came with a terrible cost; she had pulled the trigger more than once in her lifetime. She hated doing it, hated the literal blood on her hands, and she only used it as a very last resort, but she had to do what she had to do if she was to survive this life.

Jessie rounded a sharp corner and came to, what appeared to be a dead end, with a ten foot high, solid brick wall. But she kept on running. She could hear people shouting around her from above, firing gun shots all around her, just narrowly missing her as she dodged them gracefully, as though she was dancing around them; it was a stunning sight to behold. She twisted and spun this way and that, high in the air and impossibly low to the ground, her blood-fire hair shimmering in the eerie moonlight as she moved.

She suddenly stopped as the firing seized, and turned to face the cop that had been chasing her. He smirked at her, and from beneath his heavily curled, dark blonde hair, she saw his sparkling, ocean blue, eyes staring coldly at her, piercing through her. His corded and bulky muscle flexed attractively underneath the smooth expanse of his lightly tanned skin as he lifted his gun to be in line with her heart.

"It's over Temptress! Give it up! You've lost...Come quietly and I'll think about keeping you alive," He yelled with a snarl in his deep, resonating voice.

His smirk vanished as her darker one began to grow wider and wider until it reached her emerald green eyes, which always caused a turmoil deep within his soul that he could only determine as hatred.

"On the contrary Lightyear, our fun has only just begun to unfold," She said with a sickly sweet voice that fuelled his smouldering hatred of her.

With that she began to walk slowly backwards until she reached the brick wall, and utterly startled him when she suddenly passed through it and disappeared in a green glow, the tell tale signs of a hologram. Lightyear sprinted forward to go after her but the hologram was replaced by the real thing as his hands made contact with it. He heard that spine tingling laughter of hers again, the one he heard constantly in his nightmares. The hatred burned again deep inside of him, he bared his teeth and let out an angry and frustrated growl as he pounded the now solid wall beneath his clenched fists. She had gotten away again, for what seemed the thousandth time since he had began on this case.

"NO!" he growled as he struck the wall again, this time breaking off some of the brick. He was vaguely aware of his colleges reporting back to the Chief about yet another failed mission. He couldn't move for fear he might break down out of the frustration and anger of losing the Temptress again. He stayed still with his eyes firmly shut and attempted to calm himself down; he took deep breathes until he sensed another cop coming up behind him.

The older cop gently put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Come on Buzz, there's nothing we can do here now, hunk. We need to get back to head quarters…Woody wants to talk to you."

"Of course he does…" Buzz sighed, "You're right Bo...C'mon, let's go back."