THE UNEXPECTED KILLER [G!P]

Chapter 38

Becky's pov.

"My, my, you seen worn out."

I paused in my tracks at the door frame. The grip on the binder in my hands tightened superlatively at the sound of Freen's words. I felt a surge if self-consciousness run in my veins all of a sudden.

Now, I had never thought of myself as quite the head turner. In all fairness, I never really did bother with my appearance, sticking to my trusty jeans and t-shirts, my hair falling loose in its messy glory. I just didn't care.

But being called worn out by the god-like crazed killer in front of me, all of a sudden, caused me to grow conscious of how I looked.

'Don't let Freen Chankimha get to you.' I kept telling myself in my mind over and over again. "Yeah, well," I inclined my chin up, as if it was my ticket to a better stance, "You seem crazy." I retorted, silently thanking the heavens that my voice didn't crack or go mute for once.

Freen Chankimha was in just the same disposition as she was when I left the last time. Patches and ducts took up most of the spatial dispersion of her bare muscles, as she lay there looking spent, but heavenly.

The monitors beeped monotonously as we both gazed into each other's figures wordlessly, one's lips set into a frown and the other's an upturned curl. Now, normally I would have kept my eyes cast down, in hopes that I didn't let Freen uncover my notions.

But not today, no. I kept my heated stare fixated at Freen to make sure she could feel just how much I despised her. I walked in silently, beginning to set my things down quietly on the side table.

"What, no greetings today?"

I didn't have to look at Freen to know the smirk that sat in all of its glory on her lips. I chose not to answer, not wanting to waste any more time with this Devil.

"Did you have any pets as a child?" I read out the first question in my file, making sure to keep my tone flat and emotionless. I was here for an assignment, and that was it. Or at least that's what I told myself a few hundred times before coming to Daenam.

"Yes, a kitten."

"What are your fondest memories with it?"

"Skinning it alive for a makeshift blanket. It was an awfully chilly night."

I stilled in my seat, gulping involuntarily. My hands quivered as I clutched the thin leaf of paper which threatened to fallout of my grasp any moment.

Freen burst out into a small chuckle at the sight of all colour evaporating from my face. "I'm kidding relax." She sneered, "Like I've already said a billion times before, I don't remember anything."

"You shouldn't let yourself be fazed so easily Rebecca, I do wonder how you think you could become a professional in this field."

I furrowed my brows, a sour expression taking over my features, "You're....You're......"

Freen raised an eyebrow at my struggle for words.

"Despicable." I spat, shaking my head.

I didn't care that I was violating every rule of speaking to a subject. All of my ethics were out of the window, I loathed Freen Chankimha.

A pensive, half smile bloomed on her lips, "I've been called worse."

Nothing that you don't deserve, I thought to myself. Concentrate, Becky. Just focus.

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