He pulls my collar down, forcing his lips onto mine, snaking his hand around my neck softly. What the hell?!! I try pushing myself off. He grabs on tighter. How is he even holding me?! I'm twice his size!
"Have I distracted you long enough for you to realize there's a knife by your side? Or was I that good?" He whispers into my ear, laughing quietly to himself.
"Get off me." I grab the knife from him, sliding it across the floor. I back away until I hit a wall. He sits there for a moment, seemingly calculating his next move. Right, he's dangerous, he needs to be eliminated. I reach for the gun in my waistband, aiming it quickly. He stays still for awhile longer.
"So it was a gun in your pocket!" He falls onto his back in a giggle-fit. Wha- He though that's what it was?!
"Hey!" I move to stand and he rolls back to his feet, jumping on my gun and finger, which are pressed to the floor in my plan to steady myself.
"I knew what it was. I just like a good joke." His face is dangerously close to mine. "Now, I know the tropes. I don't want recognition. I'm not writing messages to the police. You go back to your cute little station and you tell them all of these were copycat murders. That, or I find you. I don't even have to kill you, I'll make you my little puppet. You'll be so broken, you won't recognize yourself anymore." He holds himself against my chest, weighing me to the wall.
"Try me, Bitch." I slam my head forward. He falls back in an attempt to dodge, giving me a chance to stand up and aim my weapon again.
"Come on, you wouldn't shoot someone unarmed, would you?" He shivers back, staring at my finger on the trigger. Geez, who hurt this guy?
"If they killed this many people, yes." I brace myself for the kickback of the gun... it doesn't come. I attempt to fire again. Still nothing. A small smile spreads across his face.
"Did you really not notice?" He holds the magazine in one hand, propping himself up with the other.
"How in the fuck?!" I throw what's left of the machine at his head, he rolls over quickly, leaving his stomach exposed to me. I jump forward and land on it. He whimpers to the floor.
"Come on, I just wanted some fun." He coughs, looking up at me once I walk around him.
"You'll be having some fun when the station gets here." I walk across the room, grabbing the knife before pacing back to him. He looks up at me with mischief in his eyes. I slam the knife into the center of his hand. He chokes in surprise while staring at it. He looks up at me pained and drowsy expression.
"You will too."
-/-/-
It was here! The hole in the floor! I put a knife through him. What happened to all of the bodies? It's all clean... maybe it wasn't real. But my bruises... they are definitely real.
"Damn it, Akabane! Didn't I say you have permission to end the bitch?" I completely forgot. How did I forget?! I was going to shoot him! Why didn't I just put the gun back together and kill him?! Now he's gone and it's all my fault.
"I thought he was preferred to be caught alive." I love lying to my actual boss. This investigation is going to be great.
-/-/-
"The neighbor? Oh he's a sweet boy... he just... he participates in some explicit activities. It's only really a problem when we can hear it through the walls." The lady smiles at our interrogation team.
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