Silver ( #1 in the Villians series )

Silver (Evans POV)

"I will ask you one more time, where is the Reaper?" General Stone growled, halting his pacing to glare threateningly down at the serial killer tied up in the chair in front of him. She comfortably sat back in the wooden chair she was tied to, staring up at Stone with a smug smirk, flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder.

"I told you General, I don't know." She responded simply, but her eyes were mocking, as if daring Stone to press her more. Stone growled and Nick shifted beside me, throwing her worried glances as he read her file.

"Are you sure Stone got the right criminal? She doesn't exactly look the serial killer type, just a regular teenager." He questioned worriedly, studying her. I narrowed my eyes, studying her also. 'It's just what she wants is to think, that she's just a regular teenage girl caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.' I mentally snorted. 'I beg to differ. I was there.' A brief memory of her strings slicing into the innocent police officers flesh and his screams flashed through my head, but I pushed them away.

"It's just what she wants us to think." I said, voicing my thoughts. "She's a corrupt serial killer and a filthy liar. I hope she gets what she deserves for everyone she killed." Nick looked up from the file, nodding in agreement with his head turned towards Stone as he leaned over her, most likely threatening her.

"Stone has her cornered like a rodent, she'll break soon." He agreed. 'Eventually.' His mind sighed as he went back to reading her file, fiddling with his pen, his mind going else where. I knew him since our first year of training, meaning I also knew how his mind works, hearing it almost everyday due to my ability. Question, worry, worry, worry, question some more, and worry again. I stared at him from the corner of my eye then went back to studying the girl or 'Silver' as she yet again dodged another one of Stones questions. 'Although, I do agree with Nick that she isn't what I was expecting.' In all honesty, I was expecting a psychotic middle aged man, not her, a sarcastic teenage girl, but I know that she's the one, who slaughtered over fifty innocent civilians just for the fun of it.

"Hey, can I see her file?" I asked, startling Nick. He nodded, handing it over.

"There's nothing new, and you practically have her file memorized." He declared. I shrugged, taking it from him.

"So? It would be useful to see what I have to get from her." Unfortunately, I have been assigned the gracious responsibility of interrogating Silver, in order to get any information off of her about her past life or even better, her other villainous cohorts. Right now, I'm watching through one sided glass as Stone tried to get through to her first, watching to see if she has any weaknesses. So far, none. I sighed, opening the file and reading through it.

'Silver
Name: XXXXXX
Age: XXX
Gender: XXXXXX
Abilities: Able to control others by extending a glowing, silver string substance towards the victim's body. The substance, however, needs to be able to touch the victim in order for Silver to gain control of their mind. It is a limited substance in Silvers body however, limiting him to only be able to control no more than four persons at a time. Silver kills by either forcing the victim to kill him or herself in gruesome ways, or he just kills them himself by a slow torture. As found in media and police photos, Silver commonly dons a full grey outfit consisting of a trench coat, shirt, jeans, a gray beanie and black gloves, along with her infamous marionette mask crying silver tears of what officials assume is made of the same substance as her strings. Suspected allies: The Reaper, Viper, Jaguar, and Nicassara Madden.'

I closed the file, looking up at the girl through the glass of the secret room. Nothing seemed to be effecting her as General Stone, the man who had captured her in the first place, fired question after question at her, attempting to gain at least a snippet of information from her. From my judgement in here, it did not seem to be going that well as Stones face heated up and turned red in anger. He turned away from her, walking out of the interrogation room and into the black out room in which we were in, muttering to himself.