Chrysalis (Jeff The Killer) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 7: Interrogations

Helmine's POV

"Ugh, tell me, dammit!" The commissioner slammed his fists down onto the table, trying to appear intimidating towards me, but I wasn't afraid of that fatass. He was all bark and no bite, he couldn't do anything even if he tried, so I remained nonchalant to his behavior. "Why were your fingerprints detected onto the knife we found in our recent victim?! Answer me!"

"First of all, commissioner, your breath reek of cock and garlic. Secondly, the knife was stolen from me the night the killer attacked me. I exploited it as self-defense, so that's the reason. I have nothing otherwise to say but the fact that I am innocent of your accusation." I crossed my arms and leaned back into the uncomfortable chair I had been sitting in for the last twenty minutes, and I could feel my back begin to hurt.

Yeah, my day had turned out quite unpleasant. After having survived a nearly fatal attack from a killer in my own house only not too long ago, suddenly the police decided to bring me in for interrogation due to 'evidence', had me answer basic questions like where I was during the night of the victim's death and all that, and they even had me go through a lie-detector out of paranoia and lack of trust in my words. After finishing it, I was deemed a truthful speaker, but they still didn't listen to anything I had to say about Jeff. Figures. The commissioner was too much of a screw-up than anything else. Wondered why he was still in work.

Bold's face grew red with anger as if he was a volcano about to erupt. "Why you...." He twitched his eyes sharply, but then they lightened up, and he seemed to relax a little more with a satisfied smirk plastered on his lips. "Perhaps that is the truth, but it wouldn't surprise me that you, of all people, encountered the killer and survived with nothing but trivial injuries." What was he up to? Whatever it was, it couldn't be anything of my pleasantries.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I raised an eyebrow at him, but he paid no notice to my reaction and continued;

"These serial killings have been the first ones in years after the infamous Reaper himself, old Jeremiah Black."

"I don't see how this contributes to the case, commissioner. Unless you have anything serious to-"

"I think of it often, you know?" He said. "The Reaper, Jeremiah Black, who killed over a hundred of our inhabitants, one of them including my sister." He sighed, but his grin reappeared in less than seconds. "When we finally caught the bastard, the worst part wasn't that he wasn't given an execution, but that he left behind a stupid, little girl for us to take care of. What a burden that was, especially for poor Snow."

He took pleasure from doing this, I could see it in his eyes. I felt my anger reach its boiling point and my fists clenched over my knees from under the table. Sadistic bag of shit he was. I looked up and glared contemptuously at him. "You son of a bi-"

"I think I will take it from here, commissioner Bold, if you wouldn't mind."

Before I could finish the sentence I had so desperately yearned for him to hear, an unrecognizable voice was heard as an unfamiliar man stepped inside the room. I felt my anger slowly cease as my focus was turned to something else than the fatass.

The guy who stepped inside the room was tall, probably 6' or so? He was slender, wearing black clothes almost like that out of an old photograph, and his hair matched that color as if they were one of a whole. His facial features were that of a gentleman, with a polite yet somewhat peculiar smile on his face. His eyes, however, were that of a deep brown, and almost instantly made me aware of how they didn't match any of his clothes, but still went well with them regardless. In spite of that, I couldn't really care any less about what he looked like. I could only beg that he wasn't just another asshole I would have the displeasure of getting to know. I had a limitless list of those and I honestly didn't need anymore.