Innocent [on hold]

No medicine for regret

Chapter 1
Kayn POV

*Warning there will be gore in this chapter Read at your own risk*

        "S-stand back. I-I'll shoot." she held unto her gun tightly, her hands shaking in fear. It was my mistake letting her get to the gun in the first place, but there's nothing I can do about it now.  There truly is no medicine for regrets.

        She was caught.  She and I both knew that, but she wasn't willing to go down without a fight.  A fight she will inevitably lose.  Admirable.  I find it a bit comical how she believes a gun gives her the upper hand. All it does is make things messy. Messy means mistakes. Mistakes mean you lose it all.  I admire her fighting spirit; it reminds me a bit of myself.  If I were caught in her shoes I’d do the same thing she was doing, albeit better, but still the same thing, nonetheless.
         I quietly scanned her carefully for unwelcome surprises.  She looked disheveled, frazzled even. Her coat crumpled. Her once neat bun leaning to one side held by a single pin.  It looked quite painful.  Her pantyhose was torn straight down the leg and hung awkwardly after she bumped into the table when she saw me.  I swing my legs playfully as a sat on my perch on her table.  It looked ancient, in a sort of rich way that only people with old money would actually buy and so totally out of my alley.
          Something didn't feel quite right.  It feels like someone else is here, watching me.  It could also be my paranoia, but I could never be quite sure.
          
          "Nice house. In a very nice neighborhood.  How much did it cost? More than just a couple million, right?  How many patients did you poison to get here?" I ask, even though I already knew, I need her sloppy.  Panicked.  Jumpy. I need her to make a fatal mistake.  A mistake I can use against her.  As tedious as this overall process seemed it was quite… fun.

           Her dark blue eyes widened comically large, a storm of confusion, fear but a strange emotion as well. instinctively she squeezed the trigger.  I swung my leg hard, flipping my body over the god-awful table.  It was a nifty stunt I learnt when I was younger, I hadn’t done it in quite a while so my back felt a bit sore.  I land lightly on the animal skin carpeted floor, which was surprisingly a bit rough.  It was quite unexpected.
           It would be awful if this got dirtied. I won’t be able to clean it quickly by myself. I rolled forward hopping unto the couch beside me, a bright smile on my face.  Constantly smiling made my jaws hurt but I couldn’t afford to break character so soon.
    The softness was so incredible and high class, like everything else in the apartment,  if this was any other day I would've felt really awed looking around at all the furnishing, it was the biggest example of extravagance and even downright waste.  She was obviously a very active spendthrift which I didn’t mind on any other day. But today, all I feel is disgust. Greed can make us into really disgusting animals.

           "Dr. Caryn, be careful.  With stunts like that someone might get killed and we really wouldn’t like that, would we?" I couldn't help myself, a creepy giggle escaped me.  This character was quite tiring in itself.  All I wanted was to go to bed.  It felt like eleven-ish, which was my advised bedtime, but I was out torturing a woman instead of getting quality sleep.  Troublesome.

            Under the light I could see the sheen of sweat on her forehead causing a few strands of her dark hair to cling to her face. Perfect but still a bit of a disturbing picture.  At least my acting hasn't gone to waste.
           
             "What do you want from me?" she squeaked, her heels making an awful sound as she backs away, they screech awfully as they dragged against the polished wooden floor. I clenched my teeth unhappily, frowning at the sound. 

              I stood slowly, testing her limits cautiously, not daring to make a sudden move while at the same time moving confidently.  Can I just walk out of here and come back tomorrow? Doing all this is so tiring. "Your sad, worthless and yet pitiful life.  Are you scared? Relieved maybe?  Tell me. I’d really love to know.”

             Her eyes widened in fear she shakes the gun threateningly at me.  It would have been scary if I had a normal dose of the fear of death.  Too bad I didn't.  Sleeping is by far my main priority.  Her struggle just made me feel a bit amused, under the irritation of not getting to sleep.  "Stop!  You-You psycho bitch! Don't take another step."
      
            I pause. Entertaining her for a few seconds as I raise my hands in mock surrender. She visibly relaxed a bit. A big mistake.  She underestimates me.  I suddenly felt that the height difference between us was a bit frighteningly obvious and jarring.
           I dropped to the floor, sliding her feet from under her then trying to snatch the gun from her hands. She struggles wildly under me. I grunt as I use all my might to hold her under me with my weight before taking the gun from her and using my free hand to slam her head into the floor.  A loud thump and she stops fighting.
           I didn't do anything more, it wasn't necessary. She was terrified.  A trickle of dark red blood runs from her nose.  The contrast between her pale skin and the striking color was beautiful.  I had snatched her gun and with it her confidence in winning. Smiling down at her I returned to my original perch on the table.
            She sat up dazed, her bun finally flipped out making her look a bit unnerving. I figured that she may be hit her face in the struggle, as a line of blood appeared on her pale cheeks.  A thin trail of blood leaked down from her nose ran to her lips then to her chin.  She wipes her mouth and seeing the blood becomes even paler.
             I played with the gun.  Enjoying the way that her eyes cautiously followed my every move. She wasn't stupid. She understood how vulnerable she was at that moment.  If she understood this before then things would’ve been easier.  I could be in bed by now.
             She looked calm, which was a bit shocking considering the fact that she understood her situation.  A bit of respect towards her flows through me for her as I notice that she is glaring at me.  I didn't mind in fact her hating me as it made this much much easier in a way that even I didn't like to admit.  Death might not affect me the way it does a normal person, but I’m not the heartless monster I portray myself as.

           "So, Dr. Caryn, please have a seat. " I was polite, civil even. 
 
          She hesitates.

           "I don't have time to play games with you. Have a seat, Caryn." Obviously, she won't be cooperative if I was nice to her, so I adopted a bit of an unrestrained attitude. Her loss.  I’m not an inherently awful human being.  I like being nice, but life doesn’t always go as planned.
  
            She slips unto the couch, eyeing me warily.  I ignore her looks; she was trying to use an innocent look to manipulate me into feeling sorry for her but what she doesn't know is that I know everything she's done.
        
            "Look over there." I pointed to her bookshelves. I lie seamlessly.  "There's a camera. I'll be asking the questions. You'll be answering.  If you lie, you’ll get shot.  Your answer in full sentences and look at the camera... Oh and if you hide something, you get shot. Understood?"

             She gulps and nods.   She doesn’t have a clue I’m bluffing.

             "Your name?"

             "I'm Jaylah Caryn."

              "Don't play games with me. Your name?"

              "I-I'm Jaydah Kane-Caryn."

               "What did you do, Jaydah? "

               "I g-gave my p-patients the w-wrong m-m-medicine to k-keep them c-coming back." I almost laugh at her stuttering, the fact that she believes I am stupid enough to fall for her trap Is amusing.

                "Why did you do it? Why did you hurt them?"

                "F-for money. "

                 Bang!  The sound of a gunshot rang through the house. She screamed in pain as she grabbed her knee which gushed out blood through the gaping hole.  I could faintly see the white of a bone before the rapidly flowing blood quickly covers it.  Very soon the blood ran down to the carpet where it blossomed around her pumps. Well, goodbye carpet.   I didn’t want things messy.
 
                  "Don't play stupid with me Caryn.  Why would a rich heiress like you need money? Why did you do it!"

                  Tears ran down her face. Ruining her mascara. She wasn't faking now. She was genuinely in pain. "I also d-did it t-to see h-how the medicines w-would b-break down their c-cells so I could s-see how they d-died." The truth is awful isn’t it.

  
                  "Where are the bodies of the ones who have already died."
   
                 "I burned them."

                 Bang!  She screamed again as her other knee was blown to bits like the first one. Blood splashed on the carpet again.  It looked like two twin flowers beside each other.  I frown again, this was messier than I had originally wanted it to be. 
    
                  "I m-mince and b-bag them and then t-toss them with the g-garbage at the butcher after replacing their bodies with some random bodies from my connections at the morgue using unidentified bodies which I send to the families after choosing the one that most looked like the original.  So as to cover up my traces. Anyone would think that it was just ordinary meat. “I admire her guts, chopping up a human body required a lot of guts.  Ill give her that.  “I’d choose patients who had poor backgrounds or no relatives so that no one would miss them enough to investigate.  I wasn’t a lone though, I worked with- “
           
                "Good job." Suddenly I didn't feel as bad about the mess, she deserved every single moment of her pain.  Maybe it was me feeling a sense of justice of just me feeling pissed that she was trying to shift the blame to someone else and so mislead me into letting her go.  "But I have a question. How is it that you never got caught? How is it that no one got suspicious of you?"
  
                "B-because I have been seducing my boss, into having an affair with his wife.  T-then I blackmailed him with the pictures so he wouldn't and couldn't tell anyone what I was doing. " Her stuttering gradually stopped as she glared fiercely at me, her dark eyes brimming with hate. She reminds me even more of myself.

         "But why would he feel threatened by this?" This part of the story I really didn't know, but she didn't need to know this. I kept a bored uninterested face.

          "His wife, that bitch, Was a top shareholder of the company.  He cannot afford to offend her.  While I blackmailed him, I made him secretly embezzle some of her assets then take some of her shares which allowed me to be a main shareholder just like she was.  I was planning on stopping.  Please let me go-"

             "Thank you for your help, Jaydah. Goodbye."   I raise the gun to her head and pull the trigger.  Blood splattered everywhere.  It was quite a scene.  Finally, she had been punished for her years of despicable work.    A small smile spread unto my face.  A real smile.

A/N
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