BORN THIS WAY || h.s. fanfic

two

Victoria

"So tell me Harry Styles. Is that even your real name?" I ask.

Silence follows.

"Okay then let's dive right in. Why did you kill all those people? What was your motive?" He continues to glare at me. Oh boy, this is going to take a while. "Are you working for someone? Do you work for some secret criminal organisation or are do you work solo?" He doesn't bat an eye.

I begin to grow impatient. "Look here Harry. you've been sentenced to death alright? Whether you answer now or not is not going to change your sentence. But those people who you killed. Their families deserve to know why. We need answers and we'll get them, sooner or later."

His expression remains the same. His fists and jaw clenched and eyes trained on me.

"I'm going to ask you again. Why did you kill all those people? What's your motive?"

Again, Silence. "I guess you won't comply like this." I sigh and walk out of the interrogation room. He isn't some low-profile criminal; I know it's going to take a lot for him to speak up. "Walking into the supply room, I grab one of the tasers off the shelf. This should do it. I think to myself.

Walking back to the interrogation room I see Niall approaching me "Hey Vic. How's it going with the Ripper?" Niall is my closest friend here at work. At least, he is the only one I consider as a friend. The rest are merely colleagues. "He isn't speaking up so I'm going to try tasing him." I say making his face scrunch up. "I don't know how you deal with the violence and torturing people."

"I don't know how you use your brain under pressure."

"Touché."

Niall is more of the brains around here and I do the interrogating and handling criminals and such.

"Anyway, we've been told to lock him up in the solitary confinement cell for the night."

"Okay." We keep most of the criminals and or suspect in the cells here till we need to talk to them. Then later they're sent to prison, or death in his case.

I walk back into the interrogation room and see him seated the same way he was.

"If you are not gonna understand through words. I'm going to have to use other means, maybe you're just not an auditory learner. Honestly what do you think you're getting out of staying quiet. You're locked up now, and when you'll be released, you'll get to have one last meal of your choice before you die. So you're not getting anything out of remaining quiet. This is your fate now. Accept it."

I walk over to him and hold the taser to his neck. "Why did you do it?" Silence. I switch it on and hold it to his skin for five seconds, grunts and curse words falling out of his mouth.

"Are you going to tell me now?" I ask, pulling away the taser. He pants heavily and slowly turns his head to look at me.

"Never." He spits, his voice seemingly rough.

"Why? Are you working for someone?"

No answer. I tase him again. He yells in pain and tugs at the restraints on his hands and legs.

"Tell me." I order him.

He huffs and looks to me once again, anger clear in his green eyes.

"You're not getting anything out of me." He spits, his English accent clear this time. That makes me furrow my eyebrows.

"Why do you have an accent?" He continues glaring at me.

"You're not from the States. Why are you here and committing crime?"

Silence fills the room once again.

My gut tells me he is definitely working for someone and has sworn to keep his mouth shut.

"Who are you working for?"

"What makes you think I'm working for anyone?" He asks. "It's not your job to ask me the fucking questions. Answer me."

"I won't." He spits.

I sigh out of frustration. "Fine then, you'll stay locked up in a solitary confinement cell for the night. You better start opening your mouth tomorrow because I won't be just using this taser."

He shows no reaction, which only pisses me off more. I tase him once again before walking out of the room.

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I stretch on my chair and let out a yawn "I think I'm gonna go home now." I say to Niall who's sipping on his coffee and doing some work.

"Oh wait, before you go. Can you please take a round of the cells for me? I'm a bit busy at the moment." He asks me. Niall does daily rounds of the cell everyday before he leaves. Even though we have nightguards for that, Niall likes to do it because he thinks the nightguards don't take their job very seriously.

"Sure thing, Niall."

I walk down the quiet hallways, taking the turns I need to. Most of the people have left except for some very few. I type in the code for the cell hallway door and open with a small beep. At the moment we have about 4 suspects locked up in the cells. Apart from Harry who's in the solitary confinement cell which is quite far from the normal cells.

It feels weird referring to him as Harry. It's such a common name but happens to also belong to one of the most ruthless serial killers in recent times. He could have had a name like Doug. Harry is a decent name. He doesn't deserve it.

I walk through the hallway and make sure all the four suspects are in their cells, before walking down another long hallway which leads to the solitary confinement cells.

I slow down in my tracks when I begin hearing faint sounds coming from one of them. I'm too far to make out what the sound is, but it's definitely coming from Harry's cell. My hands move to grab my pistol, only for me to realise I left it on the desk where I was having coffee with Niall.

Fuck.

The one time I'm about to be near a murderer where he's not chained down, I'm unarmed.

I slowly begin approaching his cell anyway in this dark and dingy hallway, trying to make use of the moonlight coming in through the vents. Coming closer, I notice his cell door slightly ajar. I suddenly hear a body move friskily behind me and then something hitting my head with force, causing me to blackout instantly.

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