Obscure Radiance

Chapter 3

AN: Yay! Another chapter. I'm sorry they're so short! Still trying to figure out how many words I need to write to make these chapters longer. But, I'm sure this one will be a least three pages.. I don't know, I'll just have to wait and see! Anyway, thank you for the reads! Truly means a lot to me. Comment if you want me to update. SPREAD THE WORD. I love you.

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    September fifth. The night of my first crime. The night I became London’s Most Wanted. The night my world ended. It had all been a blur, to be honest.. I don’t know what happened that night. Nothing made sense as I knew it. Pieces of what I could remember often flooded my mind, but it was never clear to me as to why I had to sit here and be interrogated by this man.

“Miss Durrell?” Mr. Styles brought me back to the office.

“Pardon me, sir.” I cleared my throat, blinking away the memories.

“You’re fine,” he paused, I could tell he was eyeing me over.. something everyone now did. “You may commence when you please.”

“I..” I tried to speak, I tried to tell him. But I couldn’t. I knew anything that came out of my mouth would make absolutely no sense to him.

I looked up at him, unable to say anything else.. once again.

“I can begin. If you’d like.”

I nodded in response, watching his slender fingers rummage through the papers.

“Here, September fifth. One man, Ben Gorton. Decapitated.”I dreaded his pause. Was I supposed to state my motives for what I had done? “Genitals were removed.”

A shiver shot down my spine, and I found myself holding onto my biceps. Unintentionally, I was acting like a mad person.

“Anything come to mind, Miss Durrell?” he asked, setting the papers down.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I took in a deep breath, trying to remember. The silence dragged on, and I decided it was time to speak.

“I.. can’t remember..” I managed to squeak out. The grip I had on myself was beginning to show. My arms began to grow red, where my fingertips dug into my skin.

“You can’t remember anything at all? No reasons as to why this body was mutilated?” the man spoke calmly, as if he had spoken about things such as these billions of times.

I shook my head no, letting my arms go.

Harry’s POV.

Her behavior was strange. Scared as I told her snippets of the crime. She couldn’t remember a single thing she had done to that man. Anyone responsible of such a crime would surely know something. But, she truly did seem confused. I looked around the room, trying to find a different way of approaching the topic.

“I do remember something.” she finally said, voice clear.

I looked back at her, raising both my eyebrows. “And that is?”

“I remember.. I remember sitting at a bed.. with a chain-saw in my hands..”

“Was that the tool used for the mutilation?”

“I would guess.. it was covered in blood..”

“Where did you obtain the chain-saw, Miss Durrell?”

“I.. I don’t.. I don’t know.. All I remember was that it was in my hands!” her tone became slightly more agitated, and her eyes showed emotions of fear, and excitement; all mixed together into grey eyes of sorrow.