Confessions of a murderess.
Interrogation.
AN: Okays I know that I was supposed to be updating The thorn in your eye next, as I said to Princess Sammi *waves and hands carrot sticks* but I just couldn't resist writing this ^_^ and BMF did finish Hushabye Mountains *does the puss in boots eyes from Shrek* this is only the prologue to 'Confessions of a murderess' which is why it's so short and chapter 2 (which is technically chapter 1)will be posted later on tonight where we go back to the beginning, as in this the beginning is kind of the end if that makes sense, a bit like saying up is down and as captain Jack Sparrow quotes 'that's just meddling the unhelpful'. Right, I'm gonna shut up now before I get mauled for endless babbling but *notices sigh from readers* I need to point out that unfortunately I own none of these fabulous characters apart from one superintendant and half an inspector – you'll find out why I say half later on; think Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. :D
The room was as dark as night with only a candle placed in the centre of the black wooden table – which was isolated in the middle of said room to illuminate the tinted blue expressions on the interrogators and suspects faces.
"You know why you have been brought here, don't you?"
"Yes."
"And you are aware of the seriousness of the matter?"
"Yes."
"So fill us in – how do you know her?" the man asked calmly.
The woman in question remained silent, her face blank until a second man with a slight temper which was starting to bubble like magma in a volcano banged his fists down on the desk and leaned in inches away from the woman's face. She was unmoving as he growled through gritted teeth,
"He asked you how you knew her" if it wasn't for the calmer detective gripping the other's hand down to the desk; the woman was sure that she would have been hit.
"Calm down inspector," his voice was like a pebble split in half - rough yet smooth at the same time, "There is still three more suspects waiting. Fetch this lady a cup of tea, would you?"
The inspector's lips were set to a thin line as he glowered at his commanding officer.
"Yes, superintendant," with this he stormed out of the pitch black room and slammed the painted door behind him.
"I apologise for that; he is new to the force and takes his job extremely seriously, a little too seriously, in fact – unfortunately he does have a slight temper on him." The detective stopped for a moment, apparently rethinking a certain memory... "You were saying how you came to know her, I believe."
The suspect inhaled a deep breath, the colour had drained from her face and her eyes were fixed straight ahead – putting the superintendant on edge a little.
"I-I," the woman sighed, "nobody starts off as 'the ice queen', as the students so aptly call me, of course, I can't blame them – I'm hardly cuddly nor over joyful with them, believe it or not, I never used to be so cold and miserable, afraid of letting a smile pass my face for fear of losing control over the students; I used to be happy. Once."
"What happened?" the detective asked taking notes on his clip board.
"She did, she took my soul and spirit, and moulded it like clay into the shape that it is today – the life that used to be, crushed and destroyed in the process. As soon as I set foot in that college I knew that I wouldn't be coming out of it as the same person – how right I was. Within a few months of being there I had more cuts, bruises and broken bones than most witches experience in a life time. I guess it's the price to pay for practising magic and showing potential." She sniffed.
"There's nothing wrong with that, you mentioned broken bones and bruises – did she beat you?" the inspector asked with curiosity.
At this the woman looked away almost shamefully.
"Miss Hardbroom, did you kill Mistress Hecketty Broomhead?" the inspector asked.
AN: yes, again. Well, I hope you enjoyed, the next chapter will be hopefully longer, and I will have devised a name for my detectives! Next chappie will go up by morning light if it kills me!
Fairy out! *leaves free plate of cookies*
Ps: NCD, my dear, I will reply to your awesome reviews which really did make my night, and followed an amazing update which also will hopefully be reviewed by the morning's light as soon as chappie 2 is up, usually I would always do that first, so I really do apologise, but I am yet to get the plot for this down on paper and I really, really don't want to forget what I'm doing – which is more than likely with just the prologue :P sorrys again and THANK YOUS!