The Dark Witch

9. Interrogation

After they arrest me, they put me in a cliché interrogation room; a wobbly desk placed in the center of the room, a chair that's slightly unbalanced with a flickering light overhead and of course, the famous one way glass. The room has the unpleasant odor of sweat, probably due to the fact that they must have cranked the heat in here.

I roll my eyes, beyond annoyed with this unbalanced chair. I get up, using the chair to step up on the table then I sit down cross-legged, getting comfortable. Seriously though, I can see why the unbalanced chair always gets confessions, those are beyond annoying. It's like a rocking chair that rocks the wrong way.

About twenty minutes later, the sound of the doorknob has me glancing over to the door in surprise. I was starting to think that they had forgotten about me. I watch unimpressed as Detective Ryder walks in, appearing to be reading a case file. He looks up, shocked to see me sitting on the table. I shrug innocently as he shakes his head before moving a little closer to me, but still maintaining a healthy distance.

I stare at him blankly, waiting for him to say something. After a few minutes I give up, "I'm sorry but if you don't plan on saying anything then I'll just leave."

"Do you think that you can get out of this room?" Detective Ryder asks me amused.

Frowning, I look at him weirdly, "And why wouldn't I be able to?"

He unhurriedly walks over to the door. He reaches out, jiggling the knob to the door. "Well, it's locked for one. And secondly, there are the other two Detectives that you met earlier, guarding the door."

"So because it's locked, and guarded, you're assuming that I can't get out?" Detective Ryder merely nods, I smirk before replying, "Very well, I guess I'll let you think that for a little bit longer." Before he can retort, I continue. "So what exactly do you want from me Detective?"

"Well, first I'm going to ask you a few routine questions and then we'll move on to the charges that you're accused of." He looks at me, smiling slightly. "Got it?"

I roll my eyes uncaringly, "Yeah, sure. Let's just get this over with so that I can leave."

"You do understand that you might not be able to leave, right? You are facing some serious charges right now." He looks at me surprised when I just wave it off.

"Yeah, yeah; I don't really care to be honest. Let's just get this over with." I say, completely bored with all of this.

"Alright... First question, what is your name." He inquires, pulling out a blank note book filled with lined paper, paired with a standard blue pen. How original...

I look at him blankly before sighing, "Keeisa Blackwood."

"Would you mind stating your full name?" He clarifies.

"Keeisa Lunaire Blackwood. Keeisa as in Key-sa, Lunaire as in Loon-air, and well, Blackwood is pretty simple I suppose." He looks at me annoyed; I just smile as he writes down my answer.

"I'm going to ignore your sass for right now Miss. Blackwood. Now, what are your age and your place of birth?" He says, pausing from writing to wait for my response.

I sigh, "I am seventeen years old, turning eighteen in a few months. I was born on a planet." Seeing his annoyed face, I decide to cut him a small break. "Fine, I was born on the planet that was known as Earth. Are you happy now, Detective?"

Ignoring that comment, he writes something down before looking at me questionably. "Since you claim to be from Earth, am I to assume that the rumors are correct in which you are the person responsible for the destruction of that planet?" I merely nod, plastering an innocent smile on my face. "I see... And do you regret your actions?"