Murder has Secrets, chapter 8
I hear the whir of a tape recorder in the background and the woman asks me her first question.
"State your full name." She says.
I bite my tongue, attempting to leave her question unanswered. But I am unsuccessful.
"Scarlett Michelle Tudor." I say. My words come out in a sluggish jumbled mess. At least I can make this difficult for my captor.
"Good, good. And tell me Scarlett, how many people did you kill between the ages of 20 and 22?"
Once again I try not to answer, this time by holding my breath.
"Forty-seven." I breath.
"Why did you kill 47 people Scarlett?"
" Because it was my job."
"And what exactly was your job?"
"I was a contract killer. First for the Vandera gang then I worked alone."
"Interesting. Who was the first person you killed"
Fuck. This is what's going to get me a seat in the gas chamber.
"Felica McAdams."
"Why Felica?"
"She was selling crack for us and didn't give us the money she owed. She had to go."
"Name all 47 of your victims."
I list them in order of their deaths, surprised at myself for remembering them all.
"You admit to killing Connie and Bryan Williams then?"
"... Yes."
"So why didn't you kill their sister, Debbie?"
"She's the reason Connie and Bryan died. Duvall was in love with her, but her brother and sister wouldn't let him anywhere near Debbie."
The questions suddenly stop and I hear crying behind me. I still feel the effects of the drug and after 30 minutes, I'd guess its' effectiveness has just about worn off. The faster it goes, the better, even though she already has enough on me to get me in the chair.
"Do you want to know why I'm crying Scarlett?" she asks.
"Yes... " I answer.
I hear her wail around in front of me. I can see her outline, but her face is still in the dark.
"It's because I'm Debbie Williams, and you've made me soooo happy because now I know who killed my brother and sister." She says, her voice becoming more twisted and psychotic by the second, "and you know what? It was YOU Scarlett! You killed them!" she comes out of the shadows and sticks her face right into mine. Then came the laughter. The most sickly, earsplitting laughter I had ever heard. There are more footsteps and Daniel comes out of the shadows and whispers in Debbies' ear. She stops abruptly.
"I'd say we have five for minutes before my little wonder drug wears off." She says calmly, as if she hadn't been acting like a maniac just moments before. "so I'm going to ask you the most important question of all. Who do you care most about in the world?... At least, that's still alive."
I hate her. She is a cruel heartless bitch. But the serum is wearing off, so I can half lie. If I said who it really was then he would be killed. I know my backup has an almost equal chance of dying, but at least she has one advantage...
All the horrible things she'll do to her start running through my mind.
"Adrienne." I say, mentally yelling at myself for answering at all.
"Excellent. I'll see you tomorrow then." She says.
I hear the bang of metal against my skull before I feel it. Then I'm absorbed in the darkness of my mind.
* * *
It's been 24 hours, I'm sure. They'll all be out looking for me. And Adie should be wearing her necklace. God only knows why the fuck I'm not wearing mine.
Footsteps. I can hear them, they're somewhere outside the room and drawing nearer. A door opens to the left of me and Debbie and Daniel appear dragging something behind them. In the dim light I catch a glimpse of a red and gold chain hanging off of it. They pull it towards me and I discover it's not a something it's a someone. Daniel drops Adie flat on the ground before standing her limp body up and chaining her to a wall. She's alive, but sedated.
* * *
"Wakey wakey." Says the blurry image in front of me. I blink a few times and Kyla Davies swims into focus.
" Good morning. You fell asleep there for a while." She smiles a little too sweetly at me. "Are we that boring?
"You know, Amber Reynolds was the reason I wanted to be a contract killer. And now I find out that Amber Reynolds is actually Scarlett Tudor! Well I just thought that since Debbie and Daniel are going to kill you anyways, I decided to tell you that you were right! I killed Billie Joe. Wasn't it the perfect crime?" She smiles at me as if we were a couple of old friends out for lunch and coffee.
" No Kyla, It really wasn't. A good hitman aims their gun so it goes right through their vic and then keeps going so it's never found. And remember, if you ever kill again, blend into the crowd of onlookers but never, ever be the one to call 911." I can't believe I'm offering advice to someone who helped bring me here.
"Thanks Scarlett. You'll always be an inspiration to me. Alive... or dead."
"State your full name." She says.
I bite my tongue, attempting to leave her question unanswered. But I am unsuccessful.
"Scarlett Michelle Tudor." I say. My words come out in a sluggish jumbled mess. At least I can make this difficult for my captor.
"Good, good. And tell me Scarlett, how many people did you kill between the ages of 20 and 22?"
Once again I try not to answer, this time by holding my breath.
"Forty-seven." I breath.
"Why did you kill 47 people Scarlett?"
" Because it was my job."
"And what exactly was your job?"
"I was a contract killer. First for the Vandera gang then I worked alone."
"Interesting. Who was the first person you killed"
Fuck. This is what's going to get me a seat in the gas chamber.
"Felica McAdams."
"Why Felica?"
"She was selling crack for us and didn't give us the money she owed. She had to go."
"Name all 47 of your victims."
I list them in order of their deaths, surprised at myself for remembering them all.
"You admit to killing Connie and Bryan Williams then?"
"... Yes."
"So why didn't you kill their sister, Debbie?"
"She's the reason Connie and Bryan died. Duvall was in love with her, but her brother and sister wouldn't let him anywhere near Debbie."
The questions suddenly stop and I hear crying behind me. I still feel the effects of the drug and after 30 minutes, I'd guess its' effectiveness has just about worn off. The faster it goes, the better, even though she already has enough on me to get me in the chair.
"Do you want to know why I'm crying Scarlett?" she asks.
"Yes... " I answer.
I hear her wail around in front of me. I can see her outline, but her face is still in the dark.
"It's because I'm Debbie Williams, and you've made me soooo happy because now I know who killed my brother and sister." She says, her voice becoming more twisted and psychotic by the second, "and you know what? It was YOU Scarlett! You killed them!" she comes out of the shadows and sticks her face right into mine. Then came the laughter. The most sickly, earsplitting laughter I had ever heard. There are more footsteps and Daniel comes out of the shadows and whispers in Debbies' ear. She stops abruptly.
"I'd say we have five for minutes before my little wonder drug wears off." She says calmly, as if she hadn't been acting like a maniac just moments before. "so I'm going to ask you the most important question of all. Who do you care most about in the world?... At least, that's still alive."
I hate her. She is a cruel heartless bitch. But the serum is wearing off, so I can half lie. If I said who it really was then he would be killed. I know my backup has an almost equal chance of dying, but at least she has one advantage...
All the horrible things she'll do to her start running through my mind.
"Adrienne." I say, mentally yelling at myself for answering at all.
"Excellent. I'll see you tomorrow then." She says.
I hear the bang of metal against my skull before I feel it. Then I'm absorbed in the darkness of my mind.
* * *
It's been 24 hours, I'm sure. They'll all be out looking for me. And Adie should be wearing her necklace. God only knows why the fuck I'm not wearing mine.
Footsteps. I can hear them, they're somewhere outside the room and drawing nearer. A door opens to the left of me and Debbie and Daniel appear dragging something behind them. In the dim light I catch a glimpse of a red and gold chain hanging off of it. They pull it towards me and I discover it's not a something it's a someone. Daniel drops Adie flat on the ground before standing her limp body up and chaining her to a wall. She's alive, but sedated.
* * *
"Wakey wakey." Says the blurry image in front of me. I blink a few times and Kyla Davies swims into focus.
" Good morning. You fell asleep there for a while." She smiles a little too sweetly at me. "Are we that boring?
"You know, Amber Reynolds was the reason I wanted to be a contract killer. And now I find out that Amber Reynolds is actually Scarlett Tudor! Well I just thought that since Debbie and Daniel are going to kill you anyways, I decided to tell you that you were right! I killed Billie Joe. Wasn't it the perfect crime?" She smiles at me as if we were a couple of old friends out for lunch and coffee.
" No Kyla, It really wasn't. A good hitman aims their gun so it goes right through their vic and then keeps going so it's never found. And remember, if you ever kill again, blend into the crowd of onlookers but never, ever be the one to call 911." I can't believe I'm offering advice to someone who helped bring me here.
"Thanks Scarlett. You'll always be an inspiration to me. Alive... or dead."
