“Renee Turner?” An officer stood just before a teenage girl who casually munched on some fries that accompanied her burger. She looked up at him for a moment and nodded not breaking from her food.
“I’m going to need you to come with me.” He demanded. She looked back at her food and then her gaze went to her cup of water. She managed to pick up the cup and take a short drink then clear her throat. It was honestly a little sore; made swallowing a little uncomfortable.
“If it’s all the same to you…” Her voice was raspy and hoarse, “I’d like to at least finish my food first.” He looked at her then back around at the diner the resided in. Deciding against causing a scene he sat across from her and waited for her to finish.
Once done she thanked the waitresses for the meal and allowed the police to escort her to his car. The drive wasn’t too long or particularly exciting. Renee was more tired than anything. She reflected on her past few months and for a moment she was happy it happened to her. Despite what she experience she found herself in ways she was always hoping. Before she knew it her personal thoughts were stopped by the sudden onslaught of flashes and people.
By time the car had pulled up to the station the paparazzi had arrived. Reporters and journalists alike bombarded the walkway trying to get a peek up the oh-so famous Renee Turner. When she stepped out questions were coming in from every direction. Most of the crowd shouted over each other making all the noise fade into one loud murmur. Everything she was being exposed to drowned in itself all the way into the office. Traversing through the stares of officers and police staff didn’t faze her like it would have a few months back.
Soon enough she was in a secluded room with a one way mirror, much like the ones she use to watch on those crime TV shows. She knew people were on the other side watching her and waiting for some type of response. She didn’t have much to give to be honest. Her body was achy and sore. Some of it was stiff and she really just wanted a long nap. Renee let out a long yawn before leaning back on her chair. Her eyes soon rubbed and her arms soon stretched. If there was one thing Renee knew is these police things, they took a while. It wasn’t until a few neatly dressed people came inside to introduce themselves.
“Good Afternoon, My name is Special Agent Riley Baker, with me is Special Agent Mathew Holly, may we sit?” They motioned for the chairs in front of her and Renee just nodded. She was still waiting on her throat to catch up to the rest of her body.
With the Agents came a collection of files all sporting different names and colour coded sticky notes poking out of the sides. Riley was a redhead with a tall and relatively slender build. He leaned forward with a smile on his face.
“You visit that Diner often?” He asked, Renee only shook her head in response.
“Not much of a talker are you?” His partner added. Renee only followed up with a shrug.
“Fine” Mathew continued by opening the files and began placing images of people murdered and opened up.
“We found ten victims over four states murdered then dissected, would you like to fill us in on why you did this?”
Renee’s gaze and disposition didn’t change at all while looking at them, she did tilt her head a bit when glancing over the photos. No two people had the same organ stolen, probably the grossest image was when the large and small intestines needed to be disconnected and taken out.
Once she was done looking at them she stared back at the Agents. They seemed surprised how indifferent she was. Either she was lacking empathy as a person or she really did kill all those people.
“You’re fingerprints and hair were found at every scene coinciding with your disappearance. Care to explain where you have been all this time?” Silence followed the question.
“No answer?” Agent Mathew stood revealing a larger build behind him, and walked to the door. When it opened a woman with short curled brown hair came in dressed cleanly in a suit. She looked almost too young to be working with them but Renee had a vague idea as to why she was there.
“This is Marianne, she will be reading your mind today.” He seemed satisfied with announcing his assistant. She sat in the freshly emptied seat in front of Renee and looked at her. Marianne was what society calls a ‘Hybreos’. This labeling was given to humans who showed a special type of ability that differed them from the average human. The powers vary from harmless paperclip bending to society crippling EMPs. Marianne’s power placed her just high enough to be useful in a special government program.
The two girls stared at each other. Renee’s unnaturally dead stare made the mind-reader uncomfortable at first. Riley patted her shoulder and gave her a smile, the nervous girl nodded and focused on Renee. She spent nearly five minutes trying to see in but all she could understand was static. Then she heard a voice.
‘Can your power…tap into memories…or images?’ Renee’s head tilted slightly. She seemed curious.
“N-no.” Marianne responded out loud. “I cannot tap into memories or anything like that.”
‘Your voice trembled a bit, reminds me of me. Are you scared?’
“I-I am a little scared yes. We just want to know why you killed all those people.”
Renee leaned in, hands cupping the other on the cold table. She left the images ignored and focused solely on the Hybreos. She let out a small sigh.
“I didn’t….I was the practice dummy…”
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