Night Of The Hunter

Captured

22.

Running my tongue over my teeth, I estimated it to be about a half an hour since Smith left the room. It was short-lived as a round of other agents entered the room and escorted me out. I walked with them, obeying them like a good little puppy while my wrists were still cuffed around my back. They took me outside and placed me in the back of a squad car once again, as Smith and his partner was in the front seats. I raised a brow, looking at them as I readjusted my position, careful not to break the cuffs for the time being.

"So where we off to ladies?" I asked curiously.

They stayed quiet as they pulled out of the spot from the police station.

This was starting to give me deja vu.

***

Two years ago.

I was slammed against the wall as they cuffed me behind my back roughly, tugging my arms hard as they finally got my wrists into the metal cuffs.

"You are under arrest for the murder of Allison Pearson."

Detective Smith shout out my rights before shoving me into the back of the squad car.

I was booked and being held for one of the murders I didn't commit. Allison Pearson was a young teenage girl that was already dead when I found her, body ripped to shreds in an abandon asylum upstate. I was investigating a few missing person's, all young teenagers in the area and surrounding of this asylum that was said to be haunted. With some research, I eventually found out it was the local hotspot for teens for date night, leading them to go missing and eventually killed by the vengeful spirits that still remained on the premises.

You would think I got a thank you from the local officers, after I salted and burned all the bodies I found, especially the one that was locking all the doors and windows, trapping the stupid teens in before murdering them for fun. Nope. Instead, I was locked up and charged for the one murder I didn't do. Including breaking and entering and arson.

I was shoved into an all woman's prison, one of the nastiest in upstate New York. It was filled with murderers and just down right psychotic females that should be locked up in here forever and a day. Once I was able to make my phone call, I called the number Project X gave me in case I was in trouble. They told me to stay put and that they were working on it. I laughed over the phone before hanging up with a groan. It was already twenty-four hours I was in here, longest I've been in jail yet.

5 am and the lights flickered on. The guards rolling their batons across the cell bars to wake us up. My cell mate was a older woman who has been in here for years, charged with murdering her rapist husband. She shouldn't be in here, she did the right thing, but law is law I suppose. With the few hours we've known each other, I found her out to be very well-mannered and nice, considering the situation. She warned me about the few individuals that roamed the place, who think they run this shit hole. How they worked, what their attitudes were and what their names were.

Sure enough when we hit breakfast time, I had met them for myself. I compared the food to be like Project X's, leaving a bad taste in my mouth, both physically and mentally.  But I ate what was given to me, knowing I was starving after my hunt and arrest. I took a seat at the table that was empty, but apparently that was a mistake.

Within two bites into what was a sorry excuse of scrambled eggs and toast, I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. I didn't bother looking, knowing how far they were standing behind me. Another person approached, sitting opposite me as they slammed their tray down, staring at me. I smiled to myself as I took another bite of my toast. They thought they could intimidate me. That's adorable.