Wreak Havoc (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Havoc And The Idiot Intern

 "How did she even get into the morgue? Shouldn't it be closed off for the public?" Intern Williams slowly asked, a bit confused and standing as far away from Havoc as he could. Sheriff Stilinski just glanced at the younger boy with a bit of a disappointed look, as if telling him to shut up.

"Oh, I disguised myself as a dead body and let them roll me in. When they left I crawled out and disrespected the dead." Havoc said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Williams didn't seem to have picked this up because he looked genuinely impressed.

"Really?" He asked. Havoc rolled her eyes.

"No. I walked. Jesus, Sheriff, you probably shouldn't hire this guy to be a cop, he's not very good at it. I just walked past your cops, straight up to the bodies at the morgue. You should probably get better security when there have been murders."

"Havoc please, can you be serious for one minute? This is a murder investigation and you're our number one suspect at the moment." Sheriff asked her. She shrugged.

"If you don't want sarcastic answers, don't ask stupid questions." Was all she said.

"Well then, why are you turning yourself in?" Sheriff continued.

"Because why not? Actually... I don't remember killing him but I need you to tell me the circumstances of the murder. For instance, when did it happen? Like day and time."

"If you don't remember doing it, why are you so sure you did it?"

"Oh I almost forgot." Havoc reached back and placed her loved bag on the table. She opened it up and dropped the gun on the table, together with a small box. Sheriff stared at the objects for a few seconds.

"And the box contains what exactly? Williams, go get Iowe here. Tell her there's evidence that needs to be checked."

"Our beloved Davis' eyes were lying around in my mansion. They are of course beautiful, but I think our victim's family members would like them back."

Sheriff leaned back in his chair, staring at Havoc. He looked thoughtful, still having his hand on his gun since the moment Havoc had entered the police-station.

"I think that's about enough for today. Come on, let's get you to a cell." He said.

Havoc didn't move. "You haven't given me all the information I need yet." She retorted.

"I can't give you any information, you should know that." Sheriff told her. Havoc leaned forward over the table and looked deeply into his eyes.

"Tell me." She ordered him.

"The murder happened yesterday around midnight. You fit the description we received from a witness. Davis was first shot in the head, and then moved and most likely the eyes were taken out last. "

"Yesterday around midnight huh? Thanks Sheriff, you're not going to stop me from leaving. Bye." Havoc picked up the gun from the table, not grabbing the bag nor the box containing a pair of dark brown bloody eyes. She put the gun in her high heeled boot and left.

(((I LOST THIS CHApTER HELP BUT IT'S BACK NOW I NOTICED A BIT TOO LATE BUT YA))