Chapter 2: The Test.

Today was the day that Vevina had decided would be her day of freedom from her past and her family; she was therefore slightly, very slightly disappointed to have found herself in the dreary interrogation room of the local police station.

Even then, to her anything was better than the house that she had been trapped in all her life. In fact, the jail environment and the presence of the officer in blue, sitting in front of her was sending slight jolts of thrill all over her 5 foot 7 inches body. She had, after all, envisioned herself to be here in this very same place a million times before if she were to succeed with her plan of killing her parents.

This was therefore a milestone in her life!

The thought of her ‘comforter’ or ‘savior’ did pop up in her mind and although there was little dismay she had never entirely trusted him to come get her anyway. Who in their right mind would risk getting caught with the charges of murder when they had nothing to do with it?

She would have, if given the opportunity but sure not everybody had her kind of fun in their mind as a pastime or hobby.

But after having killed two people she realized that it was more fun than she had initially thought.

‘Maybe I can make a career out of it.’

Her snicker caught the attention of the police woman sitting in front of her and raising an eyebrow at her smile she eyed her carefully and then asked, “Miss Yaretzi what do you find so funny to be laughing right now? You do know that you have been caught red handed for the murder of your parents, right?”

The way the woman spoke about it seemed to Vevina as if it had been a bad thing and pouting she said, “Yeah and I happily admit to it, what else do you want?”

Her carefree and emotionless attitude was scary to the lady who couldn’t understand what might be going through the head of this perfectly sane looking woman. To her she looked proper and neat as she had always seen her when she visited the church with her mother, the very same woman who she had smiled at then and had killed today.

“Vevina,” she sighed, unable to contain the curiosity inside, “Why did you kill your parents? I know you; you had always been such a good girl and they had been so good to you. Then why would you do that-”

Bang!

The sudden sound of Vevina banging her fist against the metal desk made her jerk in her seat. This time the doe-like eyes had been narrowed and glaring at her. “You know nothing about me or my life!”

Vevina hissed in annoyance. “This is the reason why I killed her! That woman had fooled you all into believing it. My life was nothing but a stage show that she ran. I was a puppet in her hands and she was a puppet in my whorish father’s hand.”

This was the first that the policewoman was ever hearing of this. The family of three had been a reputed and respected one in their locality. With Mr. Yaretzi being a lawyer there had always been people singing out praises of his help and success. For such a law abiding man and his wife to be held guilty of something so contradictory was difficult to believe.

Vevina could see that look of disbelief that she knew people would have if she were to ever seek help from them regarding their parent’s actions. This was exactly why she had never tried to speak up before. If her past self from six months ago would have been greeted with this look she would have broken down completely.

But not anymore, she didn’t need other people’s affirmation or company to live.

Heck, who cares if she lives? Certainly she didn’t.

Sighing and deciding to question the hysteric woman about her parents, the police officer then pointed at the gun kept on the table in front of her and asked, “Fine, we can talk about that later but where did you get this Vevina? You are only nineteen years old and you should have no way to be able to acquire a gun for yourself.”

Vevina was quiet as she pondered over the question. To tell the truth could mean to reveal her savior’s involvement but since the coward hadn’t shown up why should she let him claim even half of the credit of killing her parents? This revered task had been done all by her, alone. 

“Did someone else help you? Was there someone instigating you to do this? You can tell us about them and we will make sure that you get a lower punishment,” the police officer said, having guessed correctly but the fact that she underestimated Vevina to have been able to do this on her own further angered the red head.

“No, no one helped me. I did this all on my own. Do you really think I would have needed someone to help me? If I didn’t have this gun I could have found another way. A knife, a spade or maybe some poison but believe me I would have gotten the job done some way or the other,” she therefore said, staring right into the woman’s eyes to let her know that she didn’t appreciate the doubts that she held against her. It would have been great to have been able to meet him once since he had helped her accept herself but if he didn’t want anything to do with her then why should she involve him in her affairs?

The officer noticed that pride splashed in her eyes instead of fear or repentance. It was scary to look at such an expression. If the devil could be reflected in anything then it would be those black pits shining in the center of the desolate browns.    

It didn’t seem like any sanity could ever reap in those sick orbs.

While the officer slowly pulled her expression from disbelief to discomfort Vevina exulted in those fading signs of hope on the woman’s face. Deciding to let her ponder on it she thought on what would be her step going on from here. It was clear that she was either going to be put into a life of imprisonment or death sentence but a third option was the one she was aiming for.

She was planning her escape even as she sat there accepting her crimes. She noticed that the policewoman who had claimed to have ‘known’ her had been careless in keeping the gun within her reach without even taking out the bullets. If she wanted to she could try to grab and aim it at her head.

It’s not like she was trying to get her crimes to be lessened so she didn’t fear the system that was recording her every action in the cameras.

Her eyes flicked ever so slowly to her precious gift once and making sure that she had her expression pinned on the woman’s face she asked, “By the way did you know that I hadn’t been the only law offender in my family? Child abuse is a crime I am sure.”

She said and noticing that her words had riddled the woman’s attention away from anything else she lunged for the gun just as the door to the enquiry room opened.

Swiftly bringing the gun in her possession she stared at the face of an attractive man staring back at her. He didn’t look much older than her; maybe somewhere in his early twenties but the power that radiated off him had been different.

She wasn’t scared or anything but she felt subdued to look down and away at his gaze.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’

She grumbled and forcing her to look at him, she glared in his direction. The man smiled at her defiance making her tilt her head to the side trying to understand what was going on. He didn’t seem like the other ‘normal’ people that she had yet met in her life.

She sensed a familiarity in his eyes even though this was the first time she had been seeing him.

There was still something strange about him. The moment he had stepped in Vevina had felt her complete self, both mind and body turn, and in some manner be forced to acknowledge him. Her conscious thoughts didn't like how he had grabbed her attention but her body did send shivers through her, on a pathetic level of being enamored by him.

“You passed the test,” the man clapped, making Vevina confused as she stared at him with some interest. There was no context behind his words but she had a feeling that she would like it, in whichever direction this man was leading the conversation into.

“And what test would that be?” Vevina asked as the policewoman stood up struggling to understand the situation and gain control. 

“What is going on here? Who are you Mister and you can’t just barge into an interrogation room,” she said but trying how much ever hard, she couldn’t bring herself to shout at him. She felt scared of this unknown man who had been much younger than her for a strange unknown reason.

Ignoring her and impressing Vevina, the man answered her previous question, “You didn’t rat out my involvement in the murder and that the gift was from me. You kept my identity hidden even in the grimmest situation and that gives you an edge above other people. You are just the kind of person that I had been looking for.”

Realization dawned on Vevina at his words. He was her savior and comforter, the coward who had left her hanging alone after having promised her something else.

“So you are the coward?” she asked, laughing, finding the situation to be highly amusing as she had never once imagined she would ever get to meet the man behind the screen again.

“I might be many things sweetheart but a coward isn’t one,” the man said walking up to her to look down at her, imposing his height and aura over her timid stature, “I wouldn’t have wasted my time to come and get you personally otherwise.”

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Standing so close to him she couldn’t deny that he had been handsome with his blue eyes shining dangerously in the dimly lit room. He didn’t seem human with his large build towering over her but that didn’t bother her in the least bit.

“Don't you dare call me sweetheart or I might just kill you next,” she grumbled, letting him know that there were certain limits that he needed to maintain when interacting with her.

The man didn’t seem the least bit affected by the threat and with an attractive smile he caught hold of her chin straining it to make her look up at him. “I would love to see you try.”

The policewoman who had been swept to the side was rendered speechless by this interaction, finding it hard to understand how these two people could be so nonchalant about killing and murder inside a police station. Just who were they?   

“Hey this-” She started to say but she was cut off by Vevina’s amused voice that broke free from his embrace and said, “It wouldn't be wise to underestimate me.”

She could tell that the man had let her off and the curiosity of what would happen next by his side made her stall his murder for a later time.

“I have to say I am disappointed though,” she said, throwing back his own words from the time when he had messaged her to not disappoint him and to get the work done properly. “But since you are here let’s get out of here and maybe I will think about letting you make up to me.”

Nodding at the policewoman she then walked out of the room. If this man thought that he could fuck with her however he wanted to then he was gravely mistaken.