The Devil's Deal

Prologue

I find myself looking around a small, cold room. Four, white walls with nothing but a table and two black chairs across from each other inside of it. I've been sitting in one of the hard chairs for hours now. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I lie my head down on the cold table.
I close my eyes waiting for the fat man to stumble back in here. To be honest, I could leave any time I please, that tubby officer can barely hold a donut, let alone stop me from going. Before I have a chance to think of multiple escape routes I could take I hear the metal door click, making me become aware of my new visitor.
"Miss Evans, we have been told you have some information for us regarding the seven murders. Is that true?" I hear a soft, feminine voice ask. I then decide to look up at her, making myself sit up perfectly straight. Knowing I can make myself look intimidating, and ruthless, I immediately wipe all emotions off my face. To my pleasure the older woman winced, and pretended to pick off some imaginary lint that was on her police uniform.
She then slowly walks timidly to the chair across from me, but looks me in the eyes the whole time trying to seem confident. "Where is the fat officer?" I ask monotoned. The old woman keeps staring at me with her soft blue eyes before shaking her head as if she was in a trance. Moving a stray strand of grey hair from her face she grunts out loud as if trying to clear her throat. The elderly woman was not meant for this career path she chose, she has no backbone, or so it seems. She is too petite, and not one thing about her can intimidate anyone. How is she supposed to get any information out of suspects when she looks like a weak-kneed grandmother?
"Where Ralph is does not concern you, I asked you a question about the deaths of all 7 people, if you have any information. We'll Miss Evans, legally you must tell us!" The older woman spat looking as though she had some kind of authority over me. Feeling all my rage and irritation coming forward I quickly bite my lip hoping to not show how I feel. I guess my assumption of this pathetic woman was wrong, she does have some bark to her.
"I don't give a shit what I 'legally' must do. I am here for my own benefit" I hiss and cross my arms, now making sure to let my anger conjure my facial features.

"I have no problem just leaving right now Mrs. Police Officer."i threaten, knowing just those two sentences will spark her curiosity, and scare her into obeying what I say. Making me the top "dog". The older woman raises her eyebrows surprised by my words.

"Well Miss Evans, it seems we got started off on the wrong foot. I'm Mrs. Cooper, and I am one of the leads on this case. If I may ask, what do you gain by telling me what you all know?" She asks curiously causing a small smirk to make its way onto my face, women are so predictable.
"That is for me to know Mrs. Cooper, and if you play your cards right you may just find out soon enough." I smile, pleased that my plan is running so smoothly. Mrs. Cooper looks at my, frustration clear on her face considering I've managed to waltz in and make myself the boss.
"Well what information do you have?" She asks trying to hold back her irritation. For a cop, she has an awful poker face. Who was stupid enough to make her the lead of any case? I bite back an evil laugh, and instead smirk at this old woman who needs my statement...needs my story.
"Oh Mrs. Cooper, it's a very large amount of information. Do you really think you can handle it?" Mrs. Cooper's face lights up, excited that I'm finally starting to talk. She quickly pulls out a tape recorder and a notepad, nodding her head telling me to begin. I slowly allow all my dark and evil features to show, as I smile quite sickly at her. "Good, now Mrs. Cooper. I have a very long story to tell you, it's my story so it's pretty personal and it all began when I killed my brother, Conner Evans."