Hi there... I know it's been like, ages, but I was really unhappy with some parts of this story and so, I decided to rewrite and I couldn't publish again until I was up to pace with what I've got.
So, I've got nine finished chapters but I'm not going to publish them all at once because if I publish slowly, I'll have time to perhaps write the next chapter or even more before I get stressed out again...
And if you haven't read the old story, no worries, everything is in here.
Um...
Yeah.
Read.

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The girl sat alone on the bench. None of the people working in the train station really knew how long she had been sitting there. Occasionally, she would glance toward the large clock above the entrance.

A hood on her coat covered the girl's face. The coat was tight, revealing a small figure with barely any curves. The reason people assumed it was a girl was because of the long, curly hair and slightly curved line of the tight, black coat material.

The locks of hair were blue, and there was no other movements than the occasional gloved hand raising up to brush the locks back. So, except for the glance toward the clock and the brushing back of locks, the girl didn't move.

According to surveillance cameras checked a few days later, the girl had been seated there when the first train arrived at four thirty-three in the morning. Eleven hours later, the cameras said she was still there. Around that time, the guards discussed asking her to leave, but she wasn't disturbing anyone. She was just sitting there.

Another three hours passed and the girl was still sitting there, almost completely still. One of the guards decided to talk to her. He was young, in his early twenties, and new to the job. He was also a very nice boy, without any history of violence or trouble of any sort, according to the police rapport.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" he asked, trying to sound polite. The girl didn't look up when he spoke to her. "Ma'am? Are you alright?"

"What time is it?" she asked, her voice sounding small and fragile, as though someone had clumsily taped together a broken vase and transformed it into a voice. The young guard couldn't help but feel for her, since she sounded almost lost and empty.

"It's, er, six forty-six. Ma'am, are you waiting for someone? We could check the registers and see when they are coming, if you would like?"

The girl ignored his comment. "It's time." She said with a sigh, her voice now changed and deep and sorrowful. She stood up and advanced on the young guard, as he kept on backing, until he was pushed up against a wall.

She reached one gloved hand up to her face, pushing back the hood, revealing dark, blue locks falling freely around her pale, blue face. Her eyes shone an electrical, blinding blue. She peeled off her gloves, blue lips bearing a sad smile.

"You're… You're a m-mutant!" the guard said, sounding frightened.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as she reached up her hand to the guard's cheek. A second later, he was lying on the floor, electrocuted.

Screams erupted as people saw the glowing mutant girl and dead guard. The girl reached up her hands to touch a metal bar on the wall. A moment later the whole room was filled with static current, visible in the air, and the crackling noise was nearly unbearable. The static was strong enough to electrocute every person in there.

'Yes,' she thought as she stepped over the dead bodies, covering her glowing hands with the gloves and her blue face with the hood. 'I am sorry.'

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"In here you go, miss Vandom. They should be here soon."

"Thank you."

Laura sat down in the chair, placed in front of a table, with a glass window in the middle. On the other side was another chair, stuck to the ground and with straps on the handles. She placed her briefcase on the table, taking out a number of documents, a pencil, a tape recorder and some blank papers. Placing the neatly in order on the table, she sat down and glanced at a document.

The mutant in question had been found only hours after the murder, sitting on a bench not far from the station, as though wanting to be found. She had made no attempt to resist being arrested, but followed calmly and in silence. She hadn't said much at all, just her name, age, just the basic things the officers would have asked.

Laura glanced at the time on her cell phone; the tiny digital numbers read 11:15. They were late, although with such a dangerous person as this girl was assumed to be, it was understandable. Laura had no other cases on her hands, her boss had made sure of that.

11:17 the door on the other side of the glass opened. Four guards entered with a tiny figure, the figure wearing a strait jacket specially designed with rubber insulation. The guards seemed afraid of the small creature, although by looking at her Laura couldn't understand why.

The young woman looked more like a girl, as the guards strapped her in. Unruly, bluish black curls were not brushed around a soft-featured, round face, the skin was a pale shade of blue, the lips a purple-blue color, the brilliant eyes an electric blue. The eyes told a tale of lost happiness and bore the memory of a spark, but no more.

As the guards backed away slightly after having strapped the girl down, she suddenly looked up straight at Laura. She tilted her head slightly to the right, smiled, and opened her mouth to say something. Then she closed her mouth, shaking her head in mirth, and smiled kindly. She nodded, as though making a gesture for Laura to begin.

"Hello. I hope you don't mind that I record?" Laura said, her voice shaking slightly at first but then regaining its strength.

The mutant shook her head and smiled in approval. Suddenly, Laura felt very young, even though she knew the mutant was many years younger than her. She pressed the button on the tape recorder, pushing away the blush that threatened to form on her cheeks.

"Would you please state your name?" Laura asked, looking at the mutant.

"Evelyn Charlotte Dahl."

Laura was amazed by the girl's calm appearance. She didn't seem plagued by the guilt that should have tormented her. She glanced over at the papers again, 67 victims. Young, old, children even, everyone who had been at the train station had died a rather painful death.

"Interview with Evelyn C. Dahl, twenty-first of July." Laura stated for the tape recorder. She cleared her throat.

"I'm Laura Vandom, I'm your appointed defender. I need you to tell me a few things."

"A lawyer?" Evelyn's lips formed a half-smile, and she shook her head. "I didn't ask for a lawyer."

"Well, here I am. And I am going to do my best to help you. But first, I need to know everything."

"Ask away," Evelyn said with the air of confidence again. Laura was thirty-three and this girl much, much younger.

"When were you born?"

"The thirty-first pf January, nineteen ninety-four. I am twenty-three years old."

Laura nodded and studied the girl's facial expression. It was calm, but there was sadness behind those blue eyes. She glanced at her papers, shuffling them a bit. "It says here," she pulled out another sheet and quickly skimmed it through, "That you have made no official statement regarding your guilt?"

The girl shrugged. "The surveillance cameras should tell the story clear enough."

"So you say you did kill them..?"

"Putting words into my mouth, miss Vandom."

"So you're claiming innocence?"

"Never said that either," Evelyn said with a patient smile. Laura pushed back a sigh; had she really expected the mutant to cooperate?

"All right then. You know, if we're going to get you off on this, you have to help me a bit. I can't do my job unless -"

"I don't want to get off. I want the death sentence. I deserve it; I deserve to die, preferably as torturous as possible. In fact, the electric chair would be rather fitting, no?" She managed to say this with a light tone of voice. The guards seemed still frightened of her, and Laura gulped. How the psychologists had declared her no more mentally instable than the average American, Laura had no idea.

"Ok…" There was a long silence. Laura looked through her papers. Then she came up with a question. "Do you have any family? Living relatives? Anyone we should contact?"

"No."

The answer was so simple, and the tone of voice so changed from the light and happy one she had adorned throughout the conversation. It was dark and threatening. One of the guards made a signal to take the girl away, but Laura shook her head.

"Er, so, Evelyn, is it ok if I call you Evelyn?" the girl nodded. "Can you describe for me, from your point of view, the events which occurred on the fifteenth of May this year?"

"As I said, the surveillance cameras tell the story well enough."

"Well, can you tell me why those people died?"

Evelyn smiled and tilted her head to the right, looking at Laura as though she was being blind for an obvious answer. "Because their internal organs were fried."

Laura sighed. "No, as in motives."

"Miss Vandom, perhaps some things are better off, untold."

Laura sighed again, resisting the urge to bang her head into the table. "Is there anything at all you can tell me?"

"According to aerodynamics, the bumblebee cannot fly. Not knowing this, the bumblebee flies anyway."

"Anything relevant to this case?"

"Ever heard of the butterfly effect?"

"Yes, vaguely."

"Perhaps."

Laura frowned, not quite understanding. Then she returned to the girl's wish. "You want the death penalty? You are twenty-three years old, and you want the death penalty?"

"Why not? Why live in guilt, in isolation, for the rest of my days, when I deserve to die?"

"You feel guilty?" Laura asked, hoping she'd finally have gotten somewhere.

"I feel guilty about a lot of things in my life, miss Vandom." Evelyn bowed her head in a resigned fashion.

"Want to tell me?"

She looked up, the electric blue eyes meeting Laura's brown. "No."

Or not, Laura thought.

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As the guards shuffled to get out the young girl, Laura felt sorry for her. There was something in her behavior that suggested a rough past of sorts. She had no worries about fulfilling Evelyn's wish of the death penalty; the defender of the state was a Jacobi Elos, a big-shot lawyer with the rumor of never having lost a case.

And she was just a lawyer from the public office with little experience at all.

She sighed and closed her brief case, watching as the large guards barely dared to even look at the girl they were taking out, despite her petite size and her obvious disadvantage in strength.

Laura sighed again and picked up her cell phone. She had a few phone calls to make, and then a meeting with Mr. Elos.

There would be more chances to talk to Evelyn, even if she couldn't talk to the girl the way she talked to other clients. She was, after all, a very dangerous mass murderer.