THE UNEXPECTED KILLER [G!P]

Chapter 11

Becky's pov.

I ran my hand through my dark hair, shaking my head. It was too much.

"We should get on with the....the assignment," I said, tipping out the blue file towards Freen.

She gripped the file gently, assessing it. Freen's eyes skimmed through all of the text quickly, lingering on the part of the duration. She then closed the leaf, about to push it back towards me, when her malicious eyes caught on to a small set of text on the front page.

"Becky Rebecca Patricia Armstrong?" The upturn of her lips was on full display. She placed her shackled hands over the desk, crossing them in a mock delight.

"Rebecca."

"Don't call me that," I snapped. It was a peculiar thing, for the ever so soft spoken me to snap. But even more peculiar was, perhaps, the fact that I didn't disclose my full name to people that often.

But now that the beautiful psychopath in front of me knew my full name, only made it feel like the string to a part of me were in Freen's command.

"Then what should I call you Rebecca?" Freen cocked her head to the side, mockingly.

"Becky would be just fine." I breathed out quickly, exasperated.

"Shame," Freen's frosty tone sent a shiver down my shoulder blades. "Rebecca was truly the most beautiful name I'd ever heard."

The flush on my face could, in no way, go unnoticeable. I lowered my gaze down to the file again, bringing myself to focus on the printed words.

"You need to sign here before we begin," I made a rushed attempt to draw Freen away from our earlier piece of conversation.

"They can only give us a pen under supervision, at the recreational room," Freen rolled her azure eyes at the last words.

"Oh. I'll just....uh....give it to the front desk then. We can begin with the questions in the next session."

"And what if I told you that I don't want to answer your questions."

"Wait....what? But you just agreed to..."

"I never did. You should pay more attention to people's words Miss Armstrong. Maybe college doesn't really make one smart."

I couldn't help but huff at this, "You don't understand Ms. Chankimha...."

"Freen."

I sighed, "Freen. Look, it's just a few questions, nothing out of the ordinary. Please my whole grade depends on this."

"Believe it or not, Miss Armstrong, I've done a lot worse than turning down volunteering for a lab experiment."

Whether it was Freen's infuriatingly complacent demeanor to blame, something snapped inside me and before I knew what I was doing; I slammed my hands on the desk, getting up with my vision clouded with pure chagrin.

"You think I want this?! To be inside a sealed room with you, alone!? You know what.....screw you and you attitude. I'll manage this thing on my own." I fumed with newfound boldness.

The scene before me was unmoving. Everything in the room went quiet. You see, it took only a second for my predicament to sink in.

I was in a room, all alone with a psychopath, who also happened to be a cold blooded killer, and I just went off on her. I didn't mean to.

Freen stood up too, matching my position.

I instantly flinched back a little. The only thing keeping me sane was the distance that the table put in between us. That newfound boldness disappeared just as fast as it had come. I cowered back slightly, waiting for Freen to erupt.

But she never did.

Instead she just looked me dead in the eye.

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A/N: Becky's a little feisty even if for a second. Hahaha vote? Comment? Follow? See yaa <3