"The Confessions of a Serial Killer"

02 April, 03:00 pm

A/N A pic of chief Summers above.

*Alice's POV*

I was sitting with my head in my hands that were cuffed to the table, which was the only thing except for the chair that I was sitting on and the chair on the opposite side of the table in the empty, square room painted a dull bluish-grey color. Unlike the one I had seen in movies, there were no windows in this room, but there was a CCTV camera right above my head on the opposite wall.

My head snapped up, hearing the door click open. Chief Summers entered the room with a coffee cup in hand. She walked over and placed it on the table. Then she started unloading, she placed her baton on the table, and then pulled some other things including her ID along with it which flipped open. That's when I saw her name, Julia Summers, on her ID right before she slammed it shut.

She placed both her hands on the table, leaned forward towards me, and stared into my eyes. "It won't take me much time to make you confess to Viktor Gowen's murder."

"I did not kill him!"

"Liar!" she yelled equally as loud as I did.

"What proof do you have?" I questioned.

She pulled out a plastic packet from her back pocket and threw it to land in front of me. I was dumbstruck, seeing there was a charm similar to one in my necklace in that packet.

"We found it on the crime scene. Can you explain that?" She said with furrowed brows.

"It's not mine," Summers scoffed, implying she won't take my bullshit. But I was not lying.

"I know, I know I said it was mine but I found the necklace yesterday, in my school storeroom, along with some other useless articles!" I tried to reason.

"What were you doing yesterday evening at 8?" She was still looking at me like she didn't believe me.

"I was home having dinner with my mom. The murder happened yesterday evening?"

"We would have to talk to your mother then." She stood back up, taking a step back.

"Wait!" she didn't stop when I called her. But I had to justify myself.

"Julia!" She stopped upon hearing her name and glared at me from over her shoulder. "I am haemophobic!" my nerves caused me to yell.

"You don't have to yell." She turned completely and now walked over to come and sit in front of me. She didn't say anything else so I took that as my cue to start talking.

"Haemophobia is the phobia of blood. I can't bear the sight of blood in front of me much less kill a person, even though I hated him with all my heart." I told her all about why I was humiliated in the hallway that day, and how I found that box in the storeroom. Then I was reminded of the chapter I read in the book that came with that box.

"Wait, how was Viktor murdered?" I asked Julia who was listening until now with furrowed brows.

"You don't know?" she inquired, her frown deepening even more so. I shook my head no.

"He was tied with the shower knob with a fishing rod string, strangled to death." She replied reluctantly.

"Was there a cross mark on his body?" I knew she would suspect me if I said that, which was shown on her face. "like a crossed out target?"

"How did you know?" Suspicion was clear in her eyes. She was not trusting me a single bit.

"You would not believe me If I tell you this but, I read it yesterday, in a book." Now she was convinced that I was bullshitting her, so she sighed and stood up.

"Look, let me prove myself, please. You wanted to talk to my mother, fine. Take me with you. I'll show you the book. If you aren't still convinced, bring me back with you here." She looked like contemplating the offer, then walked to my side of the table and detached me. "Yes!" I shrieked and saw a hint of a smile on her face before she hushed me.

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"How old are you?" I asked when the ride in the police vehicle was getting really boring. She didn't answer me. I tried again. "Can I call you Julia?"

"No,"

I huffed, but at least I got something out of her. "Why not?"

"I'm a police officer."

"You definitely have the scary look. But you are a soft person, I think." She glanced at me and I flashed a smile. Still, no answer.

"You look really young. How can you be a chief while being so young?" She sighed, at silence occupied the car once again. I gave up the small talk, but a few seconds later, she replied, "I'm 23,"

"So you're just four years older than me," I said twisting in my seat as much as my cuffed hands allowed towards the cop sitting in the driver's seat next to me. She hummed, avoiding another verbal response.

"Do you believe me?" I asked, innocently. "No," was her curt response again. I didn't start the conversation again then.

Soon after, the police vehicle was pulled over in front of my house, and Julia stepped out of it and walked over to my side to let me out.

As soon as my mom opened the door, I rushed inside, straight to my room to find that damned book. I could hear Julia talking to my mom, but I focused on the task at hand because I knew, I was not lying.

I opened my room and dashed to the corner where my dustbin was lying. When I peeked inside, to my horror, it was empty.

I rushed right back down to where my mom and Julia were talking in the kitchen.

"Mom! Did you throw out the trash already?!" I burst into the kitchen making both my mom and Julia look back at me huffing in the kitchen door.

"I just did a few minutes ago, what happened?" I dashed again out the front door towards the main dustbin in the street, hearing Julia following me. I opened the trash can lid and dropped it aside frantically searching through the garbage without care. The only proof of my innocence was somewhere in there.

Finally, I pulled out the same damned book from the smelly pile, a banana peel hanging from it. I brushed it aside and handed the book to a heavily breathing Julia. She looked at me suspiciously and then took the book from me.

"This is how I knew. I think someone is messing with me."