Rebel on the Run

Chapter 4

They arrived at the station, pulling the car into the garage attached to the building. Regina made sure the the door was closed before getting out, and bringing Emma into the station. "Nolan, I got her. You can head in." He nodded, leaving Regina and Emma alone for a second. "Okay, Emma. What the fuck? Why did you murder someone that looks exactly like me," she asked, pulling her out of the car.

"Because you're mad at me. I get it, I do. It's just, ever since I saw you the first time, it's- I don't know. I've been getting these weird feelings in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but then I went to a bar, and picked up a woman that looks exactly like you. She didn't sound like you, or walk like you, or smile like you, but I thought if I had sex with her, it would make those feelings go away, but it didn't. Do you know what did though? Killing her. Killing her was the only way to get those feelings I was having out of the way. It was a relief, but when I realized what I had done, it was too late to stop. I didn't want to kill her. Ever since I met you, I've been trying to stop, but it just ended up being sloppy instead. When I came back to your house last night, I thought seeing you would clear things up for me, and it did, but then I frightened you, and then you realized who I was. I really did try to stop. I realize I'm going away for a long time, but I hope that you'll visit."

Sometime during her rambling, Emma and Regina had ended up face to face, inches apart, breathing the same air. Neither of them could have prepared them for what was about to happen next. Their heads moving closer as if they were being attracted to one another like magnets.

The door garage door opens again, another criminal having been brought it. They jumped apart, and Regina collected herself. Just another reason this is a bad idea. Regina started pulling at Emma's cuffs, one hand on her shoulder, the other on the cuffs, making sure she doesn't run.

I will never get the chance to kiss her before I'm sent away for life. I don't even care that no one would feel sympathy for me if I told them. I just want her to know how I feel. Maybe she'll feel better about me if I confess to everything. Emma was pushed out of her thoughts when she was shoved forcefully onto a metal bench, waiting to be booked. Emma was almost frightened by the fact that this was it. This was really happening. I deserve this. I murdered 10 people. I should get what's coming to me.

Regina took her to the interrogation room. One hand on her shoulder, the other on the cuffs, just like before. She opened the door to the room and sat her down, cuffing her to the table as they were taught to do at the Academy. After that, she left the room to talk to others.

"How did you know where to find her Mills," asked one of her colleagues.

"I studied the victimology, and I had a hunch on where she would be. Nolan helped. He found her last known address, anything that we could find, really," Regina hopped that she didn't sound too suspicious. She fear what would happen to her if they knew she had met her previously, and that included after she found out about Emma being the killer.

Regina's chief made an appearance behind them at that point. "Well, since you've become so invested in this, it wouldn't be right to see someone else get credit. If you want to do the interrogation, that would be completely acceptable."

She cleared her throat, "Thank you sir." She grabbed the files, and walked right back in. She made sure that she had the hardest face on she could muster. This was it. This was the biggest thing in her career. "Alright, you want to tell me why you've killed all these women, or should I just comfortable, and wait for you to break? I'll go for either, but I would much prefer you to just tell me now."

"I killed them because they were there. Easy targets. No one bats an eye if you're a woman. They are lured in by your beauty, and don't think twice. Women aren't as intimidating as men. We're soft, we're not strong enough, or capable of murder. People hear killers, and think, Manson, Jack the Ripper, Hillside Stranglers. They don't think of women. I found these women at lesbian bars, had them bring me back to their house, and I would kill them. The urges to kill never subsided. It's a need, not a want." Emma had bared her soul almost, but that meant one thing. She was going to prison.

"I think that's enough to go on. I am placing you under arrest." She got out of her seat, uncuffing her from the chair. "You will have a hearing in 2 days. At the hearing is where you will find out if you'll be going directly to prison, or have a trial. Do you have a lawyer, or do you want a public defender? You can also represent yourself."

"I'll take a public defender, I guess," Emma knew what she had done, and there was no point in fighting it now.

Regina pulled Emma up again by the arm, bringing her to booking. She was more gentle taking off the cuffs than she should've been, but truthfully, she didn't care. She placed Emma's fingers lightly on the fingerprint scanner. After getting her fingerprints, Regina had her take off all of the possessions out of her pockets and put them on the counter. Regina knew what she had to do next. It's not like she had never seen her naked before, but it was still a shocking thing. She cleared her throat before talking. "Alright, now I need you to strip, squat, and cough."

Emma decided to take the top half of her clothing off first, knowing that this is the last time that Regina would get to see her naked. She took off her shoes and her socks, if you could even call them that. They had so many holes in them, that she wasn't sure why she even wore them anymore. Her pants were the next to come off, along with her underwear. She shimmied out of them, then squatted and coughed. Regina handed over the new clothes she would have to wear. A very stiff, and uncomfortable orange jumpsuit. " Put these on, and then stand where that "x" is Regina instructed her. Emma did as told, and before she knew it, she was being closed into a cell. At least I have a bed here.