AUTUMN OF 1987
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"Are you ready, Miss?" The slender man dressed in dark cargo pants and a light blue shirt said while adjusting the gun tucked in his garner belt.
Was I? I don't know.
My hands were gripping the papers in a death grip and I felt sweat form on my forehead. This was insane. I have never done anything like this before. When I applied for this job I didn't know that in the first week, I'll have to talk to a prisoner. And not just any prisoner but someone who massacred seven people in one night.
My thoughts go back to what Mr. Anderson said about him.
"Here is the file on prisoner number 24XK8. He was caught two weeks ago and we still are not able to get any information out of him." The yellow file with a few papers inside was pushed toward me.
"He does not speak with anyone really. When we ask why he did it, what were the motives, he only denies it." I nodded, intertwining my fingers in nervousness.
"He killed seven people in just one night. They were brutally murdered. In such an inhuman way. We still can't figure out how he did it." I knew that people were murdered but I didn't know who did it or what was the motive behind it.
My neighbor Diana was one of the victims. An elderly lady that treated me like her daughter. The only reason why I'm actually considering this. Because of her. Because I want to know what happened.
"This is where you come into the picture. We figured that if you, a young lady who can't really harm him would ask the questions. You're also studying physiology, we trust that you will get something out of this. These prisoners here would rather talk to a young girl like you than to any of the detectives." My blood boiled at the last sentence.
He also talked about the rules. There will be a glass between us for protection and also guards will be guarding the doors the whole time. Not going to lie, the rules made me shiver. Was he that dangerous that he could harm me even as a prisoner, with so much security all around?
When Anderson left the office, I opened the file but there was little to no information. The stuff that was here was mostly what I heard from Mr. Anderson. There was no age, no information about where he was from, and also no photo.
I knew nothing of the man I was going to interview, just that he is a dangerous killer and that his name is Amoux.
Way to start with your job, Sophia.
"You can go inside now." He said and pressed his thumb on the small screen next to the steel doors.
A scan noises beeped and the doors opened with a thud. The empty cold hallway we were standing at, was definitely something out of a horror movie. It was not pleasant at all.
The slender man who stood next to me pushed the doors which seem to be heavy by the expression on his face.
When the gate was opened wide, it revealed a plain room. There was a small table placed next to a glass and a chair pushed close to it. On the other side of the glass was the same.
"The prisoner will be on the other side after you settle in." He grunted out. "Press on that button when you're ready and they'll bring him in." I watched his wrinkled finger point to the small button centered on the wall by the glass.
It was small and in blue color with a yellow light shining through.
"And if you need help or anything in that matter, press that button again." I carefully listened to him and tried to memorize every single detail he told me. Nodding my head, I let out a sigh.
"Guards will be outside of the door." That was the last thing he said before he turned around and walked out of the quiet room.
My heels clicked on the concrete floor as I made my way to the chair. Placing the papers on the table, I lowered myself on the seat. I fixed my skirt and then dusted off my shirt. It was an uncomfortable outfit. I wasn't used to wearing such formal clothes.
My breaths were shaky and I fanned my face with my hands. Was it me or it was very suffocating in here?
Calm down, Sophia. It's just an interview. It will be over in an hour or two.
Taking a pen out of my bag, I placed it next to the papers and then dropped the bag on the floor.
Pushing the bangs away from my face, I got ready to press the button.
Here it goes.
Lifting my hand, I slightly pressed on it and the yellow light turned into a bright red. Oh, shit! Is that supposed to happen?
I guess it does because I heard the door make a click sound and it was slowly starting to open.
Taking a deep breath, I mentally started preparing for what was about to come. Two guards stepped with guns in their hands. They walked towards the glass and then stood there with their backs turned to me.
And then another two guards stepped but this time there was a guy, the prisoner. They were holding his hands and walking him into the room.
My eyes lifted to him and my heartbeat increased in fear.
It was not an old guy like I imagined but rather a young one. Maybe a few years older than me. Probably in his early thirties.
He was tall, way taller than the guards. His posture was very strongly built. The muscles on his hands were bulging out of the navy blue tracksuit he had on.
His wrists were chained in handcuffs. Thick handcuffs made out of steel. They didn't look like the regular ones they use on the other prisoners.
Then my eyes flew to his face. A face so rough and masculine. His hair was pitch black while his eyes were very light brown color almost resembling a yellow one. There was a deep scar running through his eyebrow and down his cheek. His plump lips were in a straight line.
When his eyes met mine, he stilled. They widened and I noticed him take a deep breath.
It's like the world around us stopped and he can't take his eyes off me. My throat burned under his intense stare.
There is something terrifying about it. His eyes they are like something I've never seen before. So bright and expressive.
The guards lowered him on the chair opposite me and he follows every one of their commands without protesting. All of the guards left after he was settled in and a silence filled the space between us.
His large figure was sat in front of me and I swallowed the nervousness down my throat. I didn't know that I'll feel like this. This was too much.
His gaze never left, which made me even more restless. His sparkling yellow ones traveled over me and went over every little line on my face and my body.
When they stayed on my chest, a blush raised on my cheeks.
"You're nervous." Indeed my heartbeat was going insane and the fact that he knew that made it even worse. And his voice. It sent shivers down my spine. It was strong and deep. It held so much authority.
I didn't return his comment and started going through my papers, trying to find the question I had prepared.
When I did, with shaky hands I placed it on top of the others and cleared my throat.
"I was signed up to do an interview with you about what happened two weeks ago." He didn't react in any way, he just stared at me. His gaze went from my eyes to my lips.
I watch his hands that are placed on the table in front of him. They are rough and veiny. They are fisted and I noticed his knuckles turning whiter with each passing second.
Clearing my throat again, I wiped my sweaty palms off my skirt.
"You were found on the scene of the crime, right?"
He leaned back on the chair.
"Yes." Was all he said.
"But you keep denying that you didn't do the murders." His expression didn't change.
He didn't seem to be bothered by the question.
"Yes." Okay, so he is a man of few words. My eyes wandered over his face, trying to search if there was more. Then my eyes flew to his neck, there was a tattoo there. A small one. I couldn't make out what it was.
"What is your name?" He broke the silence.
What? Why was he asking that? Mr. Anderson didn't say anything about this but I'm sure it's better if I don't tell him my real name. Maybe if I lie and say another name, pretending that it's my real one, he might get more comfortable and share more.
After debating for a second I said. "Tiffany." It was just random one and I don't even know why I chose it.
He cocked his head to the side and studied me for a moment.
A smug smile formed on his face, showing his white straight teeth. His canine teeth were slightly longer than a person should have which made him more intimidating.
"You are really bad at lying." How did he know I was lying? Was it that evident on my face? I didn't correct him but rather ignored his comment and continued with my questions.
I didn't get a single answer out of him. When I asked about his motives he stayed quiet and denied all of the accusations.
When I asked him why was he covered in the blood of the victims when they found him, he didn't say anything but pretended that I didn't even question him about that.
All of the time he tried to get answers out of me. About my life.
It seemed that he was somehow... fascinated by me. He followed every one of my moves and quietly and very carefully observed every little thing that I did.
Not a single moment passed that his eyes were not on me. It made me uncomfortable. His stare was intense. Too intense for my liking.
When the time was over, I heard the door open slowly. It must be the guy from before walking inside. Amoux's eyes went to the person behind me and his jaw clenched.
I hurriedly started packing my stuff when I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder.
"We should go, Miss." The man from before said and I spun my head back, giving him a small smile in return.
Before I could stand up, I heard a loud bang on the glass.
"Don't touch her!" Amoux yelled at the man and threw his hands on the glass. His voice was loud and it made the man beside me jolt a bit.
Amoux's eyes went from the man to the hand that was placed on my shoulder.
When the guy ushered me to follow him, I hear another bang and this time Amoux succeeded to break free from the chains. How was that even possible?
"I said don't fucking touch her!" He roared again, even louder. The alarm went off and guards stepped in his room with guns in their hands, aiming at him.
My body flinched at his aggressive behavior and I took a step back. I had to get out of here.
Before I could get outside, his gaze found mine and they traveled over my trembling body. His eyes softened at the sight of me and he stopped protesting at the force of the guards.
They took hold of his hands and placed them behind him, cuffing them yet again. But I don't know if that is going to help.
"Will you be back again?" Was the last thing I heard from him before I escaped the room on shaky legs. They were barely holding my weight. My heartbeat was racing.
What just happened?
This is not what I was expecting.
I didn't get any information from him. The only thing that I got was an almost heart attack and a panic attack.
That man was brutal and it makes me believe that he actually did it even though he denies it the whole time. Why did he react that way?
I basically ran away from the establishment and got outside to my car.
Placing the bag on the passenger seat, I started the car and drove off. I didn't care if they needed me there, I just had to get away. I'll deal with everything else and Mr. Anderson tomorrow.
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The man, Amoux apparently requested my presence. Mr. Anderson said that this time he will speak about it because he told them himself that he will answer all of the questions.
But only if it's me there. Only me.
When they told me that I'll have to do another interview my answer was immediately no.
And now I was standing in front of the doors again. Was I stupid for doing this? Yes.
Was I going to back away? No.
I was really intrigued to find out what was he going to tell me because Mr. Anderson said that Amoux has been restless since our last meeting and that he really wanted to see me again.
Something about him being drawn to me. Those were his words.
Maybe it was my stupid curiosity but I agreed to go in there again.
I pushed my glasses higher on my nose. I didn't bother to put on the contacts today. My strawberry blond hair was up in a ponytail and I had a slightly different outfit on. White shirt with grey wide pants and an oversized blazer on top.
The heels I had on today were tad bit shorter and I was thankful for that because I could barely stand on my legs.
"You sure, Miss?" The elderly man I learned his name was Robert, asked.
Nodding my head twice, I gave him a tender smile. I can do it, right?
"Okay then." He pressed his finger on the small monitor like the last time and the door opened.
The room was the same as the last time.
It was deadly silent after Robert closed the door behind him. I could literally hear myself gulping down out of nervousness.
Let's see what will he reveal this time.
After gathering myself and putting on the best poker face, I pressed the blue button and waited for him to appear. This time I knew what to expect but my heart wouldn't seem to rest.
It was beating faster than when I'm usually nervous.
The door clicked and started to slowly open. And as before, two guards stepped in, and then he with two other ones by his side.
His eyes immediately found me and he let out a sigh in... relief? It looked like it. He was in the same tracksuit and his hair was lazily tossed back. His sparkling yellow eyes held the same expression as the last time. They were filled with gentleness and curiosity.
When he lowered himself on the seat the guards left. Leaving us alone yet again.
"I'm glad to see you back." He said and leaned forward, placing his hands on the table.
"You asked for me. Mr. Anderson said that you are ready to talk." He slowly nodded and intertwined his fingers.
Clearing my throat, I stacked the papers on top of each other.
"Well, are you going to confess and tell me why you did it?"
"I didn't do it." I wanted to roll my eyes. Didn't he say that he wanted me here because he was going to tell me everything? What was this now?
My eyebrows pinched together.
I pushed my glasses higher and placed my elbows on the table in front of me.
"Then tell me what happened."
"I didn't do it but I stayed on the crime scene because I wanted to enter the jail. I have some stuff to deal with here." Huh? Did he want to get inside the jail?
This is not what I was expecting to hear. What was there so important to deal with in there that he literally go in the place of a mass killer?
Also, where was the killer? Did he know him?
"Do you know who did it?"
"I can't answer you that."
So he knew. He definitely knew who did it. Or was there more to it?
"Did you achieve what you were here for?" I said and rested my chin on my hands. He didn't hold back and confessed everything. He must know that this conversation might be recorded yet he still did shy away from telling me.
"Not yet. But I will soon."
I didn't say anything back. I just stared at him.
"And what will happen after that? You literally got yourself in jail but how will you get out after that?"
"I have my way. Don't worry about that." He leaned ever further, his face almost touching the barrier between us. I saw the glass fog from his breath.
"After I get out I'll find you, little Tiffany." He said the name with a mocking tone knowing it was not my real name. But my breath stilled at his words.
"Why would you find me?" My chin trembled out of fear.
A sly smirk plastered on his rough face. Lifting his hand he pointed towards me with his index finger.
"Because you are my Mate."
CHARACTERS AESTHETICS
SOPHIA
AMOUX
Okay this One Shot is really bad but I'm publishing it regardless. I don't like itð«
Also I have some two ides in mind. One is with a firefighter/single dad and a nanny. And the other one is with pirates.
Anyways give me your thoughts on this one.
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