"All Mine." - A Chucky Fanfiction

☆ CH.18 - Caught ☆

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☆ J A K E ' S P O V ☆

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I was sat in an interrogation room, with both my hands cuffed to the table for some reason.

Do they think I'm unstable?

M.V : "They'd be right."

I'm not the only one here. Marcus and Elijah are here as well.

Elijah and Marcus broke into the school. As planned. They stole a bunch of shit and left after killing a couple guards.

BUT WHAT THEY DIDN'T KNOW, IS THAT A FUCKING CAMERA SAW THEM.

And I don't know how! They both said they knew where every camera was and they stayed out of sight. So clearly, that camera was hidden.

But I guess Eli blacked out and just commited mass homicide. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of him. Just pissed they fucked up and got caught. But I did too.

Anyway. Why am I here? Becuase they found some of my hair on Jessica Watts' bed. Yeah. My very first kill. I genuinely thought I did pretty okay. Oh well. Atleast they don't know that Eli, Marcus and I know each other.

I heard a click from the door, and heard her voice. Devon's mother. She entered the room in silence and sat across from me.

She laid three pictures on the table. "You know any of them?" Detective Evans asked, her words laced with anger, but mostly fear.

She's scared.

M.V : "Yeah no shit. What's the plan?"

I'll play along and see where this goes.

I looked down at the pictures. Oliver and Jessica Watts, a picture of her alive, and dead. "I guess I knew Oliver. Who's she?" I lied.

Detective Evans stared at me. Trying to read my face, probably. I read her's again. Fear and frustration. She's so scared. I bit my lip and looked around, trying to avoid laughing.

I wonder how Marcus and Eli were doing...

☆ M A R C U S ' P O V ☆

Ugh. Eli and I got caught. Now we're stuck in the interrogation room. Fun.

A detective was in the room. He asked me questions, trying to get me to crack. But I don't like being forced to do shit.

"Look, kid, I'm trying to help you! If you just answer my questions, you'll be free to leave."

Yeah right. I'm here for homicide, theft and vandalism. Does this guy think I'm fucking stupid?

I kept my mouth shut, and looked for anything that could possibly help me. My eyes drifted up to the two-way glass.

I can tell a couple people are behind that. The detective saw what I was looking at, "No one's behind there. If you want to speak, go ahead."

I scoffed. "I want a pack of oreos, and I'll talk." I said.

He looked at me, trying to see what I was trying to pull. "Okay. Okay, I'll get you your oreos. And then you'll talk?"

"I don't repeat myself."

He glared at me before leaving the room. I stared at the table that I was cuffed to.

I could probably pick the lock with the pin I had up my sleeve, but if I picked the lock, someone would burst in the room and probably point a gun at me.

I know I'm being watched, from the two cameras one pointed to the door and the other to me. Plus the mirror on my left.

So I'm stuck for a while. Atleast I'm getting oreos out of this.