Cristina
"Okay, Miss Walker, you do understand that everything right now is being recorded until I tell you otherwise? You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. Is this clear?" The officer said while sitting at the metal table.
"Yea, I get it." She rolled her eyes.
"On with this then." The officer began to write on the paper.
Name: Cristina Elizabeth Walker
Age: 17
Hair: Brunette
Eyes: Gray
Height: 5 ft. 3 in.
Offense: Attempted robbery and homicide.
"Miss Walker, do you want to explain what happened today at the Griffin Jewelry store?" Cristina bit the inside of her cheek.
"I wanted to steal it. But that lady had to interrupt me before I could. So I pulled out a gun." She huffed crossing her arms. "I would've killed her too if it wasn't for your stupid officers. I needed a new name to my list."
"How many other people have you killed?" The officer was now intrigued. This girl was an unusal case, especially if she was a serial killer that had never been caught.
"Two. I mainly killed animals, but lately these stupid people have irritated me enough for me to kill them, you know?" She smirked at the thought of their terrified screams. It was a pleasent sound.
"Dacomaniac." The officer said under his breath.
"Excuse me?" She stood kicking the chair back. "Are you saying I'm insane? I'm sorry sir, I don't have issues." She yelled at the now shaking officer. He had just got out of the academy and the older cops wanted to see what he was made of. He was mortofied, and so were the people behind the glass. "I am perfectly fine."
Luke
"Okay, Mr. Hemmings, you do understand that everything right now is being recorded until I tell you otherwise? You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. Is this clear?" Another officer, much older than Cristina's stared down the blonde boy.
"I get it." He rolled his eyes.
Name: Luke Robert Hemmings
Age: 18
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6 ft. 3 in.
Offense: Arson and first degree homicide.
"What are you writing?" Luke began to stutter. He didn't like people not telling him things. Especially when they were about him.
"I'm just filling this paper out." The officer looked up at the nervous boy. "Do you want to see it?" Luke nodded curtly. He read it and his eyes widened once he got to the end.
"I-I k-killed someone?" He furrowed his eyebrows as he read it over and over again. first degree homicide. first degree homicide. first degree homicide.
"Yes, son, you did." He took back the paper. Luke slammed his hands on the metal table and jumped up from his seat.
"No, I didn't. It was empty. The place was completely empty!" He yelled as he ran around the room. The officer tried to restrain him, but Luke had swung and hit him.
Once he was out of the room, a psychiatrist told the lead detective what was wrong with the poor boy. "He's a pyromaniac and suffers anxiety disorder."
"I'm not insane!" He yelled down the hall. "I'm perfectly fine."
