The Revenge Murderer (Sequel to Axe Murderer)

Chapter 5- Interrogation

Destiny

Destiny sat across the other side of the room, six feet apart from Detective Catherine Sexton. She glanced at the police behind the detective, watching his every move. Her eyes then glanced at her, Detective Sexton; watching her press record on the camcorder. "Destiny Hines, am I right?" She asked the seventeen-years-old.

Destiny nodded. "Yes ma'am," she said. The handcuffs against her wrist was keeping herself from locking her fingers against the chair. She knew why she was there. "Isn't it a lovely day?"

"Ms. Hines, please don't change the subject," Detective Sexton said. Her tone was raspy. "Please tell us why you are here."

The feeling of being blamed and accountable of the death of her late boyfriend, Aiden taunts in her mind. "The death of Aiden. That what you both want to hear, right? The real reason is that I found him like that. Why is nobody checking the security app?!" she said with much anger in her tone. Tears streamed down her round-face. "I love him! Why would I murder my boyfriend of three years?"

Detective Sexton kept a straight face. "We understand that. The thing is, you was there with a crowbar in your hand. Until we find out what weapon killed him. You are our suspect for further notice."

Destiny sighed. "Are you even going to check the security footage of yesterday?" She asked. The handcuffs were gripping tightly against her skin. She glanced as Detective Sexon and the police glared at each other then back at her. "You saw the footage."

"We did," Detective Sexton began. Her left hand was gripped against the ball-point pen and her right hand was resting on top the table. "The footages of that night was you arriving there with tequila. And the next thing we saw was you with a crowbar. Where is his rib cage?"

"I have no idea," Destiny shrugged. "I was there to have sex with him and get drunk."

"His family are pressing charges against yo-." Before Detective Sexton could finish, Destiny interrupted her.

"Why?" She was shaky and revelation. Her palms were sweaty. "Please tell me!"

"You was the one who was at the scene of his death," Detective Sexton said. "That's all I can tell you."

Silence greeted the room. The facial expression on Destiny's face said it all; astound. Her palm were getting sweatier and sweatier. She glanced down and picture how they deposited her hands together behind her back., the handcuffs were gashed into her wrist, her head was planted up against the cruiser.

Detective Sexton pressed her pen against her lips and began to write something on her pad. "What happened last night?"

"I saw the murderer," she fiddled with her fingers and kept her head ducked. "He had a leather looking mask and dark clothing on."

Detective Sexton's facial expressions showed no emotion. "So it's a he?" She stared up at police and grinned. Her eyes lit with amusement. "Now was this before or after you called?"

"After," her eyes finally met with the detective. "I ran into the pool to hide. I almost left the scene before the police came."

"Why didn't you leave?" Detective Sexton asked. She began to press her pen into her notepad and scribble.

"I left my keys in his house and I was afraid I'd get murdered. It would had made me look suspicious either way."

Detective Sexton didn't respond. Instead, she nodded and wrote in her notepad. She shifted her eyes onto Destiny and began to speak. "You're free to go. Officer please undo those handcuffs. Ms. Hines this will not be our last meeting."

***
It was mid evening after hours of being questioned, Destiny was finally home. Home sweet home, what she thought. Her mother sat in the lounge chair on the patio; knitting a granny square, bright pink with greenish edges. Destiny could see the steam in her mother's face. She was pissed.

"How was your time being asked for questions?" Her mother asked. Her eyes met with her daughter and chuckled.

Destiny stuck her tongue out in response and headed inside, leaving her mother outside knitting away. Her day was far less manic now.

Headlights shined through the living room's window. It appeared to somehow show up right as soon Destiny walked in. The bright headlights were brightening the room up.

Destiny witnessed this, she squinted her eyes and stared out the window. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the figure in the SUV.  She had an awful gut wrenching feeling. Without hesitation, she rushed to the door and quickly grabbed her mother from the lounge chair. She dragged her mother by her arm back into the condo.

They marched to the window and stared out. The figure was standing behind a few bushes, glancing at them.  "Who is that?" Her mother asked. Her voice was shaky and heart was beating.

"That's is the figure who killed Aiden," Destiny answered.

"What do the figure want from me?" Destiny thought. She wracked her brain. Wondering what he or she wants from her and why they murdered Aiden. She moved her head and glanced at her aged mother. "Go hide! Call the police. I love you."

Her mother nodded. "I love you too" she said.  She sprinted away.

Destiny tensed up when the figure walked closer to the window. The feeling of panic and frantic with fear rushed through her. She watched as the figure tilted it's head and gazed at her through the leather mask. She caught sight of the knife in the figure's hand for a split second before another figure showed up...this time in her own house. In the corner offer eye, she witnessed a tall scrawny figure standing there.

"There's two of you?" Destiny asked. Her eyes glanced at the knifes to the left of her.

The figure sprinted towards her and chuckled. "I'll ask the questions," the figure began. The voice was deep and unfamiliar. "Or I could kill your precious mother."

"Why are you doing this?" Destiny asked. She glanced at the window and the figure that was once there, was gone.

"Poor Destiny," the voice was eerie. She couldn't tell who's voice it belonged to. "You really should keep an eye on a friend of yours. Tell me, was you truly heartbroken about witnessing your boyfriend's corpse?"

Destiny nodded. "Of course! Why wouldn't I?" Her voice was trembling in fear. "You are a monster!"

The figure chuckled. "Aiden was a manwhore. You was so damn clueless."

Destiny aimed a trembling hand towards the knife that stood a few inches away from her. She sprinted her hand towards the knife and gripped it. "Tell me who killed Aiden or you'll be the next one to die."

"A friend of yours," the figure spoke. The living room and kitchen lights flickered. Anything could happen when the lights are out; a death or attempted one.

When the lights were back on; there was blood everywhere. A small pool of blood and Destiny was nowhere to be seen.