Incaptive [AU]

Two

    

            He sat in the same chair every morning, drinking out of the same cup, watching the same old TV. Given the circumstances, you'd expect a man that is wanted to run, but Stephen Curry was exactly where he wanted to be. He took a sip of the piping hot coffee, not seeming to be phased by the temperature, nor his mugshot being flashed across the TV. Instead he smirked, as if this was some sort of game. And it was, at least it was to him.

      He watched as the newscaster put fear into the residents of Charlotte, telling the story of the gruesome murder, in their point of view. They tried to use mental illness to justify his actions, but in reality, he did it just because he wanted to.

     There were a few short knocks at the door before they busted it down, not even giving Stephen a chance to answer it. They looked around, spotting him in the chair. He didn't budge. The chief rushed over, throwing him on the floor, pulling out a pair of metal handcuffs. 

     "Stephen Curry, you are under arrest for the murder of  Amanda White. You have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything, what you say can be used against you in the court of law". Stephen chuckled, as he was being cuffed. 

    "You have the right to consult with a lawyer and have that lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you", the chief announced, dragging the man out of the house.

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      "Do you think you can take these things off of me", Stephen asked calmly, pulling at the handcuff attached to his wrist. The detective shook his head, sitting in the seat across from Stephen. "No can do, you're here because you're wanted for murder". Stephen shook his head slowly. "What's that saying you people are supposed to stand by", he pauses, thinking. "Innocent until proven guilty", he questioned, smirking. 

     The detective disregarded Stephen's banter, pulling out a manilla folder. "Well that shouldn't be hard", the detective said, opening the folder. "Can you tell me where you were on the night of  March 30th", the detective questioned, already knowing the answer to his question. 

    Stephen raised his eyebrow, almost as if he was in shock. "Are you actually going to question me", he asked, laughing. The detective hesitated. "Well, that's my job isn't it? To ask questions. Get answers. I know you have the answers for me Steph", he smiled. Stephen squinted, looking at the detective's badge. "Mr....Scott, is it? I'm not going to say anything that could possibly incriminate-", he was cut off when a man walked into the interrogation room, holding a brief case.

    "Mr. Scott, I am Reynold Antoine and I will be representing Mr. Curry . If you would excuse me, I'd like to speak to my client in private", the lawyer said, sitting in the seat next to Stephen. 

      Mr. Scott sighed, walking out.

     "Hello Reynold", Stephen smirked. "Before we begin, I need to know if you did it or not", he looked at his client, looking for any emotion in his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about", Stephen calmly said. Reynold slammed his fists onto the table in front of them, growing frustrated. "I'm not here to play your games. If you don't tell me the truth, I will walk right out of that door and let a public defender deal with this, and we both know how that will end", he yelled. Stephen paused, tapping his fingers against the table. "What do you wanna know"?

AN/ im sorry for not updating for so long, i just procrastinate a lot. anyways murder/mysteries are my favorite to read so i thought writing it could be fun, and i do enjoy it. more updates to come. -Aubrey