Intermission. [One Shot]

I stepped into the dark room, just lighten by a faint lightubulb that kept blinding. In the room, there was just a table, two chair and a clinging sound of little chains, coming from a girl sitting at one of chairs. I sat on the other chair at the opposite side of the table. I turned on a lamp on the girls face, which of course really irritated her. I turned it off a little bit, I sensed that she wouldn't speak to me if I hadn't, 

- Good morning. - I finally spoke, in a loud and confident voice. With such a lazy expression, as if being here meant nothing, she looked at me.

-Unfortunately, I can not find anything good about this day. -She said in a sarcastic voice, nice way to start things.

-You must not like being under arrest.

-You can tell.

I looked at the girl, giving her no answer. Her hands were in handcuffs and this were chained to the table. She couldn't move her hands at all. The sound of her struggle to move annoyed me for sure.

Everybody warned me I had to be extremly catious with her. The girl of which I got the description of was  to be dangerous, cleaver, smart and of course deadly. But the girl in front of me, looked harmless, but mostly tired among all things.

I wondered for a second what they had done to her before she came to me. I just knew it had been a lot, not to mention hard. I finally stopped wondering after a few seconds, if she was really the girl of which I read everything about. I knew she was no one to have pity on.

-I'm here to ask you a couple questions. I expect you to answer with the truth and nothing else. -I paused for a second- You may choose to pass a question if you wish. Just keep in mind his will not be of any help for us or for you.

I waited for her to answer, but she remained quiet, wrecklessly staring at me.

-Very well, then I will begin. - I took out some of my papers from my portafolio, I took a quick look at her file and looked back at her- My first question is pretty simple. What's your name?

She kept looking at me bored. I know this kind of people, I'm sure she's one of those tough one's. Fortunately I know how to deal with them. But it surprised me how she suddenly sighed, looked to the side to stop making eye contact with me, and spoke.

-Well when I was smaller, my mom would just call me Mint.

I smiled thriunfally. I did have the right girl in front of me. 

Hard to believe tho'. 

-Mint Nekonings, Hunter of Condolence. -I said. She didn't answer anything. So I went ahead. - I think you should be called the creator of Condolence. -I said in an ironical tone- Fits you better.

She sighed, still looking at the wall.

-If killers cared about the police's opinion, we would not be killers. Would we?

I peeked at her file, once again ignoring her sarcasm. The thing I could not ignore was that anoying sound produced by the chains in the handucuffs, and her struggle to put some of her hair behind her ear. The handcuffs refused to let her. The sound kept distracting me as it became more annoying. I had no option. I sighed, stood and walked towards her.

-Your hands. -I said serious, taking the key out of my pocket- Put them on the table. She did not looked surprised, or thankful, she just did what I asked her without hesitation.

-Why are you removing them? - She asked.

-Because you want them removed. Don't you? - I said inocently.

-You've read my file. -She replied bored. 

With one hand I put her hands together and kept steady them on the table. With the other I inserted the key on the hole and opened them for her. She touched the wrists, free now, not bothering to look at me.