You Remind Me
By:
Fear Die Rothaarige
Mint and vanilla, a wonderfully sweet mixture for a cannibals breath. Most would think that someone who had committed crimes as horrendous as his would have horrible breath that smelled of rotting meat. But no, not him. His breath smelt of vanilla and mint, my two favorite scents.
He held himself like a man who knew his place in the world, a man with a purpose that no man, beast, or disaster could destroy. A man with pride and an ego to match. Maybe somewhere in his dark and twisted mind the crimes he commited were justified. Maybe to him what he did was okay, even righteous. In the end, he would be the only one who would truly know. If you were brave enough, perhaps you could dig deep into the mans psyche, worming around in his mind for the impossible answers, but who knows what you would find in such a mind. Who's to say he wasn't even more twisted than he let on?
The ease which he keep during the arrest, booking, and interrogation was unsettling to even the most seasoned officers. They had stood in wonderment as he failed to put up any sort of struggle. As they slapped the handcuffs on him and read him his Miranda Rights, all he asked that his car or his estate not be given over to his half brother. And they were totally blown out of the water when he confessed to every kidnapping, rape, and murder that he was accused of. Thirteen young girls in all, ranging from the age of eight to twenty-one. All were taken during the spring, on the first day that the flowers were in full bloom. All with long pitch black hair and chocolate brown eyes, all with porcelain skin. They were orphans, every single girl. No one knows if he was the culprate behind the deaths of their parents. At this point no one would put it past him.
After close to ten hours of interrogation, after the written and video confession he was about to be handed over to the awaiting officer to transport him to a maximum lock-down cell. Just as he stood up and smoothed the wrinkles in his high-dollar suit, he looked by way. His amber eyes locked with my own chocolate ones. As our gaze held, I felt as if he was seaching my soul for... Something unknown to me, perhaps unknown even to him. He smirked as he broke the gaze and looked me over. The long black hair, the chocolate eyes, the porcelain skin, and the necklace that held both my parents wedding bands, I was a perfect match for his victiums, I was even the right age for the next girl, 22. A smirk spread across his face, "You remind me of her."
A moments hesitation on my part before asking the question that everyone in the room wanted to know the answer too, "One of the girls you killed?"
"No," he paused and a dark, haunted look past over his face, "The reason why I kill them."
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. -,.,- (Asian man face XD)
Not sure where the came from. I was working one day and to cure my boredom I wrote this. Its short, but I think its better this way. Anyway, sorry for any and all mistakes in grammar and spelling.
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