Luhan’s Point of View

Water dripped from the ceilings of the dark and quiet – almost quiet jailhouse.  At random moments, high pitch screams cried out for justice and mercy.  Keeping a calm face, I walked down an empty hall that led to a secluded cell. 

“Good Morning, Sir,” greeted the policemen who guarded the cell.

“Good Morning,” I spoke and then asked, “Is the suspect in there?”

“Yes, Sir,” he replied, taking his keys out to open the door.

 I entered the tiny cubicle.  It was cold and murky.  A very murderous feeling struck through my body, like flashes of lightning.  Soundlessly, I took a seat across the suspect – Yoon Hyebi.  For the first few minutes, I quietly observed her.  Her hair was disheveled, while her eyes were bloodshot.  Momentarily, she shifted, her teeth clattered.  A tear dropped and then…

“SIR!  I AM INNOCENT!  PLEASE HELP ME!  I DIDN’T DO IT!  I LOVE MY HUSBAND!  WHY WOULD I KILL HIM?!” she hollered uncontrollably.

“You love him?  Then what’s this?” I inquired, placing a few captured photos of her with another man.

“H-How did you get-t those pictures?” she stuttered.

Ignoring her question, I accused, “You killed your husband because he found out that you had an affair with another man, right?”

“NO! NO!  It’s not true, no!  I didn’t do it!  Sir, PLEASE HELP ME! I DIDN’T DO IT!” she cried, pulling her hair.

Sighing, I leaned forward and spoke, “If you don’t tell me what really happened, then I can’t help you.”

There was a long silent pause but then she parted her lips and whispered, “S-She said she’d kill my son if I told.”

“Who?” I asked, intrigued, though half-knowing the answer.

“I can’t tell you, my son–” she began but I cut her off.

 “I’ll send police to protect your son, but you must cooperate with us,” I persuaded.

Closing her eyes, she started to spill out the truth, “I-I don’t know her name.  She had long black hair and wore black clothes.”

I opened a manila folder and took out a picture, “Is it her?”

“YES! It’s her!  I remember her grayish blue eyes! SHE KILLED MY HUSBAND!  SHE DID IT!  HELP ME, SIR!  HELP ME!  I AM INNOCENT!” she screamed, begging for mercy.

Calmly, I stood up and exited the cubicle.  The guard nodded his head and locked up the cell. 

I cursed under my breath, “________ ________.”

Deep in thought, I left the jailhouse.  I despised _______ _______.  For the past two years, she had been linked with countless murders and theft.  In every case, she’d threaten someone into such a frightened state that they’d rather go to jail than to tell the truth and accuse her.  I gritted my teeth, determined to capture her.  I reached out to open the door of my Mercedes but was abruptly stopped.  A dagger flew at lightning speed towards me.  I jumped back to dodge it, but it left a light cut on my right cheek.  With my right hand, I roughly wiped away the blood.  My hand rolled into a fist.  Slowly, but surely, I looked to the direction where the dagger had come from. 

There she was – nonchalantly sitting on the roof of a car, with a smirk. 

“Long time no see, Sergeant Lu.  Wanna play cat and mouse?” she laughed, spinning her dagger with one finger.

Glaring at her, I cursed, “_________ _________!”   

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Also, I wrote the forwards - chp 5 a few years ago, when I used to write in first person…so when I edited it, I had to change the story to third person, so it may not flow as well.  But if you’re patient, chp 4 starts to feel more like my current writing (err...2 year old writing...);p sorry.