Kill Me Silently (Completed)

Detective Chealsea Keller has been given a special case. A string of murders have happened and the only witness is a girl... The only problem is, that girl is mute.


8. What Happened?

I woke up groggily, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. But I couldn't for some reason. My arms were restrained with steel wires biting into my skin leaving red marks. I gasped at the sight, I looked at my legs, they too were restrained, large metal bars wrapped around my thighs and calfs restricting me from any movement. I wriggled around but the wires were just searing into my skin with every twitch. 

"HELP! WHAT THE HELL? WHY AM I RESTRAINED LIKE THIS YOU BASTARDS?!?!?" I screeched into the darkness. The door opened and a square of light appeared at, what I presumed was, the entrance. Suddenly the whole room lit up with fluorescent lights and a man walked in, his eyes stalking my every move.

"There's no use hiding now, thinking that going on the case would be a clever move huh? Think you weren't going to be found out? WRONG!" He yelled, slamming his fist into the metal board I was lying on, effectively making a dent.

"WHAT. THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?" I cried, glaring at the man with all the hatred I could muster.

"Oh yeah? Explain this!" He sped out the room and came back with a file stuffed full with pictures and notes. He whipped a few pages out and shoved them in my face. They were pictures. One sheet had a all the dead bodies on them, another had the blood and the button, the others had newspaper clippings of the mysterious 'killer' of New York. Then all the memories came flooding back to me, the case, the match of blood.... Me? How could I...

"You think you've done nothing wrong, but you took way too many lives for anyone's liking,"He forced out a bitter laugh,"Strange how Chief interpreted it huh."This man looked familiar now. His short blond hair and flat brown eyes were familiar... OH! His brother and wife were victims... OH GOD. This was the mute's uncle. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. He worked on the police force? Well I never...

"I don't remember anything. I really don't. Truly," I smiled calmly but I think he interpreted as a sadistic killer smile.

"YOU F*CKING B*TCH!!!!" He screamed, launching himself at me but was only restrained by two men who rushed into the room, holding both the man's arms. The man's face was an angry shade of red and his veins were almost popping out.

I turned away and finally noticed the little crowd on the other side of the glass. I was in an interrogation room. That's never good.

"LET'S SEE WHAT YOU SAY IN COURT B*TCH!"He tried again to hit me but was dragged out by the two burly men. 

Court? I really don't remember anything...

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