Death Row
AU: Yes, this is a reupload. I am Hollowed-Words, I just wanted a new account to keep away some...less than favorable people. So, enjoy this old horror classic, once more. For the viewing pleasure, I have separated some blocky wall text, but most of it is dialogue, so please bear with it. Enjoy.
Full Summary: Natsuki Kruger is an inmate sentenced to death. In jail, she confessed to the murder of her sister, Nina, and her mother. But, there are rumors to Natsuki's innocence, and that the girls father did it. Shizuru Fujino has been assigned to get the truth. But, the blunette is stubborn, and adamant in believing she did it. With her death day approaching, will Kruger be saved?
Silence filled the Kruger home with an eerie aura. Among the rich rugs and the beautiful walls, blood ran. Cheerful whistling filled the silence, yet it seemed colder than the silence. By now, it was dusk, and the sun was just beginning to rise, yet the chateau was not filled with warmth.
Walking along without a break in her stride, although she was carrying a deceased body, a navy haired woman strode into one of the many bedrooms, trailing blood. This one was adorned with portraits, mostly self-done. A younger navy haired girl was the focal point of many, sometimes accompanied by the older woman, or by a blonde girl her own age.
Pulling back the midnight black covers on the bed to reveal Egyptian cotton sheets, the whistling woman lay the body down and tucked it in. Blood soon seeped into the fabric and stained everything in its war path.
Kneeling, the woman stopped whistling long enough to kiss the young girl on the forehead. "Goodnight, Nina-chan." The husky voice spoke, and she chuckled before tucking the dead girl in, closing the ghostly amber eyes with her lithe fingers.
Closing the door lightly, as though any sound would wake the young dead girl, the navy haired woman spun on her heel and began to whistle once more as she headed to the living room. Blood splattered walls met her view and she smiled brightly, as though it were fresh paint instead of life substance.
An older blue haired woman was sprawled on the floor, as dead as the young girl. Lifting the woman quite easily, the blunette chastised. "Saeko-mama, it's already morning. You should start breakfast, it's getting late. We wouldn't want Nina-chan to go to school on an empty stomach, now would we?" Chuckling, she threw the lifeless woman over her shoulder and strode, whistling, into the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, the blue haired woman dropped the lifeless one, before leaving the room. Returning with rope, she spoke. "You look tired, Saeko-mama. Let me help you stay up." With that, she tied ropes around the dead woman's wrists. Hooks hanging down from the ceiling, usually for pans, now held the dead woman up, like she was a marionette.
Held up by ropes in front of the sink, the dead woman's hands held a plate in one, and a sponge in the other. Admiring this, the navy haired woman nodded to herself, before leaving the room. As the sun rose, bleeding the sky, sirens blared throughout the land.
Rushing out of the police car, two officers ran up the long drive, weapons in hand. One with blonde hair looked to his partner on the other side of the door. "Takeda, you got my back?" He whispered, signaling to the door. "All over it, Tate." The man responded, whispering as well.
Nodding once, Tate took a deep breath. Kicking the double doors open, Tate rushed in and aimed into the house. "Police!" He shouted, as Takeda came in behind him, aiming as well.
A jaw dropping, gut wrenching scene awaited them. Blood splatters, and bloody drag marks were everywhere. "I think I'm going to puke..." Takeda moaned, covering his mouth with one hand.
Tate paled, but kept his composure as they moved towards the dining room. The sight there sickened them as well. The blue haired woman was just sitting at the dining table, drinking a mug of coffee, legs crossed and looking at a news paper. Her white dress shirt was turning crimson from the blood, and her sleeves had been rolled up. Blood coated her arms, neck, and one half her face.
The dark jeans she wore were slowly growing darker from the life substance, and her white mug was smeared by her hand. Looking up, she scowled at the men, and fear rain through their veins like ice water.
Despite earlier events, the woman spoke in a calm and collected voice. "You know...there's a little something called 'knocking' that is usually what one does before entering someone's home. Is there a reason as to why you're here? As you can see, I'm kind of busy at the moment with my coffee."
Frozen in place by the calm woman, the two snapped out of it when she put her paper down. "Tate, go check for the other family members." Takeda ordered, and the blonde did so, gagging at the sight in the kitchen.
"Who, may I ask, called you gentlemen into my home?" The woman asked, standing. "Freeze!" Takeda growled, before Tate returned, tears streaming down his face silently. "The mother is dead, as is the little girl." He managed, aiming his gun.
"She's not little. My Nina-chan is sixteen." The blunette chuckled. "Kruger Natsuki, you are under arrest for the murders of Kruger Saeko and Kruger Nina!"
Scowling deeper, Natsuki spoke. "I'm honored officer, you know my name. And for your information, they're not dead. They're dreaming in other land. What I've done is not classified as murder but rather a piece of art, to which I am the artist."
They looked at her incredulously, both thinking the same thing. How could someone do this to innocent people? Her own family! Both looked at one another knowing full well they would have nightmares from that night on, fear radiating from their eyes as they proceeded to apprehend the eldest daughter of the Kruger family.
Only to reach a whole new level of disturbed at the sight of a smug grin spread across the woman's face. Disgust, rage, and fear consumed their entire being, immobilizing them. Having both arms wrenched behind her back painfully, Natsuki merely chuckled darkly. "These shackles are quite tight, do you mind loosening them a bit? I am willingly accompanying you afterall." She spoke to Takeda, who glared before wrenching her arm tighter, causing her to tense as he tightened the cuffs even further.
Sighing slightly, Natsuki spoke once more. "Officer, would you be so kind as to apprehend my coffee, as well? It might get..lonely. A favor, if you will officer." Takeda snorted, then smacked the mug off of the table, causing it to break on the marble floor. Coffee mingled with blood, but Natsuki just smiled at him. "You first, then."
Taking that as a gesture to finish the job, Takeda led the way to the police car. By this time, there were plenty of paparazzi and news crews standing by.
Microphones shoved in her face, the Kruger daughter had questions forced upon her. "Why did you do it?" "Are you covering for anyone?" "Why would you hurt a little girl?"
Bored of these imbeciles, Natsuki found a camera she liked, then slowly her face formed a smirk, winking afterwards. "Don't forget to lock your doors at night, never know what will walk inside, or rather who. There's more out there than just that which goes bump in the night, far worse. That which causes even ghouls nightmares."
Feeling the temperature drop, fear filled everyone, even though Kruger was subdued. Lowering their equipment, they parted the way for the officers, and went their separate ways.
In the back of the cop car, arms behind her and extremely uncomfortable, Natsuki just smiled and began to whistle once more.
In the interrogation room, they still wouldn't let the Kruger daughter have her coffee. "Are you the one who killed them?" Asked Tate, looking into strangely collected emerald eyes.
Chuckling at the absurdity of that question, Natsuki gestured to herself. She was still covered in blood. "I was the only one in the house, and I am covered in blood. What do you think?"
"Why did you do it?" Tate asked, a little breathless with fear. Natsuki pondered this, before smiling sheepishly. "This is a long tale, better pull up a chair boys." She informed, before smiled wide.
"See, it all began as the clock struck one, making it my dear Nina's birthday. She's the light in my life, always has been, so I decided to surprise her. I had bought some fine wire the day before and of course, I had masterful tools! I snuck into her room while she slept."
"Such a cute face she has as she sleeps and that light snoring just adds to it, and as I reached the side of her bed, I moved a stray hair behind her ear and marveled at my younger siblings beauty for a fraction if a second before I wrapped the wire around her wrists and ankles. Nina has always been such a heavy sleeper." Natsuki began, her smile growing wider and more genuine with each moment.
Eyes wide with something akin to horror and disgust, Tate couldn't help but lean forward in anxiousness.
Seeing this, Natsuki grinned excitedly and leaned forward as well. "Creeping out of the room, I headed towards the basement where I tied my dear Nina up, spread eagle from the ceiling, arms and legs tied to hooks I had set up a week or so before. Silly Nina was still asleep after I was done positioning her. Making sure she was secured, I looked her over once then headed back upstairs in search for mother. Now mother has always been so kind to both of us, giving us both the love we needed to grow up into decent individuals. I mean look at me, aren't I the definition of a perfect citizen?" Natsuki asked, chuckling a little.
"I should say I came out more than decent. Turning right and left down corridors, I came to a stop in front of mother dearests room. When I opened the door I took notice dear papa wasn't home. Probably slaving away at work it would seem. Oh well, he will have to wait till a later time, I told myself. Now for my dearest mother, I did not use the same fine wire."
"I had only bought enough for Nina-chan, it was her birthday after all. So mother had to settle for barbed wire and some mild chloroform. Sadly, mother wasn't such a heavy sleeper as dear Nina, so the moment I hovered above her sleeping form she revealed to me such a beautiful sight I shall always remember. It was a look of surprise she'd never shown before and deep within her emerald orbs there was a hint of fear."
"Now, I always prided myself in having Mother dearests eyes. I had always loved such a color, so imagine my delight when I was able to recognize the similarities in of mine and mother's eyes. Oh, but I'm moving off topic, aren't I? My apologies, now back to Nina's present." Natsuki paused before clearing her throat, a sweet smile upon her lips whenever she spoke Nina's name.
"Now, Mother's shock and fear turned to worry. It was not as wonderful as her previous expression, but still enjoyable none the less. That look intensified however, when we heard Nina's frightful screams resonating through the halls."
"Who knew she had such a lung capacity, not to mention the ability to produce such a beautiful symphony driven with fear. Certainly not I." Natsuki offered a charming laugh, before she reigned herself in. Brushing some blood tinged hair out of her face, she smiled wide.
"Mother's fretful concern lead her to questioning Nina's well being. Jumping out of bed and rushing towards the door, before I stopped her that is. 'Natsuki what are you doing? I need to get to Nina!' she screamed frantically. 'Mother, Nina is fine, she's just awakening to the first of the many stages of my gift to her, nothing to worry about.' I assured her. And as I saw relief flood her eyes, I pulled out the barb wire and tied her wrists behind her back."
"Even though I loved the violation of silence, I couldn't very well let the neighbors hear. So, much to my disdain, I quieted her with the chloroform I had brought along on my little journey to her bedroom. Once she lost consciousness, her legs gave in, so I picked her up, tossed her atop her bed, and tied her legs as well, like I had done to my precious Nina, and as I slung mother over my shoulder, I once again started my trek to the ever welcoming basement."
Natsuki took a break to lick her lips, either from speaking to much or from arousal, Tate couldn't tell. "I, of course, had given the help the night off to enjoy themselves. It was only fair, after all, I was going to receive a great deal of enjoyment, why shouldn't they as well? And if that helped me spend more, shall I say 'quality' time with my dearest mother and only sibling, Nina-chan, then it was even more of a delight to let them rest? How thoughtful I am. Another trait received from my exquisite mother, I assure you." Wolfish grin revealing a sharp canine, Natsuki leaned forward more, obviously getting even more excited.
"Reaching the basement entrance, I walked down the stairs and was met by such a delectable sight. Nina stood, or rather hung, before me, tears trailing down her face, fear deeply etched onto her features as blood pooled onto the floor from her limbs from her struggling. Blood is such an intriguing thing isn't it? It keeps us functioning, it is our fuel, yet it is limited. Such a wonder it is, wouldn't you agree?"
"After all, if replaced by, say actual fuel, we would cease to function the moment it coursed through us. It was beautiful in many ways, but at the moment, I could only see it's physical beauty as it slid down my beloved Nina's arms and legs as fluid as water in a stream, and dripped onto the floor so gracefully."
"I was so distracted by its beauty, Mother dearest started slipping from my grasp and it would seem I had blocked out Nina-chan, from the looks of it she had been ranting on for quite some time. No, pardon me, my dear sister does not ramble, that is awfully rude of me to say, but I am at a loss for a better word, however vulgar it may seem." Licking her lips in what Tate now recognized as arousal, Natsuki grinned before clearing her throat.
"May I have water? It is a long story, after all." Getting one, Tate returned to his seat and leaned forward, giving her the bottle.
Downing it in one go, Kruger cleared her throat once more. "Mm, much better. Now where was I? Oh." Before continuing, however, she leaned back in her chair, reclining. As she got her thoughts together, Tate looked to Takeda, who was sitting in a corner of the room recording every word. The officer's face was pale white with anger, and fear.
"Moving on, because I am sure you are all dying to hear the details of my gory surprise for my dear sister. I placed mother gently on the floor and walked over to Nina to calm her down a bit, after all, the best parts where yet to come. I spoke to her in a gentle whisper which always seemed to pacify her since childhood. Dear Nina was not a child anymore after all, 'Hush Nina, everything is fine, this is just a display of love on my behalf. Everything will turn out magnificently. Not to worry.' 'But Natsuki, why is mama unconscious and how did I end up here? Where are we?' 'Silly silly Nina, mama shall be a wonderful spectator to the masterpiece I am about to create. She is merely gaining strength to be able to absorb it in all its magnificence. To answer you're other questions, we are currently in the basement. I am aware that you've never stepped foot in here, due to the request I made so long ago to have it locked up. As for the final question, I brought you here.' Smoothing away a stray hair yet again, I leaned in and placed a simple kiss atop her temple, before stepping back in anticipation for the reaction I had catalyzed." Natsuki smirked, before chuckling darkly.
Tate looked at his watch discreetly. This really was a long story. Looking over at Takeda, he knew the other officer was restraining himself. Sure, Tate was angry as well, but they needed this confession, no matter how...sickening.
Natsuki smiled charmingly once more, and Tate found himself leaning forward again. "To my utter delight, I was bestowed upon with a ravishing blend of confusion and terror, with a hint of hesitation. Nina was my pride and joy, she had never disappointed me. Always granting every wish I asked, even those unthinkable."
"Such a loving girl she was. The perfect sister, or rather a better term would be 'pet'. She certainly did provide enough amusement and I did care for her, but it would seem she cared more for me as she did not once murmur a declaration of hatred, not even at the worst or rather, best of our relationship. It was quite fascinating I will admit."
Natsuki gestured for more water, but was turned down, and instead told to continue. Licking her lips again, she swallowed. "Now, where were we? Right. The splendid look of peril engraved onto her face as more tears cascaded down her tender skin.
'Natsuki why am I tied up? Please get me down! It hurts! Sister please help me!' My darling Nina pleaded, but I couldn't do that. Not when the my spectacular artwork had yet to be accomplished! 'I can't do that Nina. My surprise has yet to come to fruition. You are one of the main elements in this production.' I admitted to her, confusion still marring her pretty little features."
Natsuki stopped there, looking as though she was reliving the moment. Clearing her throat loudly, the two officer's jumped. Tate went to go fetch another water, and soon returned with four, one each for him and Takeda, and two for Kruger.
Drinking half, Natsuki capped her bottle. "Then, she began to ask more questions. 'Sister, why are you doing this?' 'You'll see in time. I can only hope you grasp the beauty of my labor brought upon by these skilled hands of mine.' 'Natsuki...' Nina whimpered and it brought such thrill to me. Much to my dismay, I had forgotten about dear mother."
"It was truly shameful of a devoted daughter to do such a thing. Turning my back to my speechless sister, I crouched down next to mother and whispered a short apology before lifting her and placing her on an operating table. I had acquired it a few years back from a shut down hospital one night on my travels."
Stopping, Natsuki took a few more sips of her water. "Now, you may be wondering why I, a Kruger, would lower myself to stealing from an abandoned hospital when I have unthinkable amounts of money available to me. But you see, that's just it. Why use the money at my disposal from a public, running business that would keep note of it's sales. They would have remembered a Kruger right away, the memory forever inscribed into their memory. That would've been suspicious. Why would a young girl need an operating table? Especially without medical experience."
"But, I did have medical knowledge. For years since I could read, from the moment I saw the world in a more engrossing light, I began to learn to expand my mind. But to put that knowledge to work, I needed tools and one of them happened to be that table. I was lucky that night, I was able to come across a set of scalpels left behind."
"I could not believe my luck, but I didn't question it of course. That day was the beginning. I began producing pieces of art so spectacular, it pained me not to be able to exhibit them to the world! I had to accept the fact that the world's occupants were too closed minded and wouldn't comprehend, so I continued. It seems I am getting carried away again. I do apologize, I seem to keep being carried away." Natsuki paused, sipping her water and collecting her thoughts.
Takeda motioned for her to wait, and she nodded politely as he changed the tape. They had been here for a while.
Natsuki kept getting carried away, it seemed. She grinned inwardly, because she was toying with them, to see if they get...excited. After all, only ignorant fools would not see the beauty of such actions. After seeing the officer gesture for her to continue, she did so.
"Placing mother down, I took out some duct tape. Unlike many others, this is actually not just a stereotype. It comes in handy. I secured mother to the table with the tape. Then, I remembered that mother had always been one to shriek at the most insignificant things, so I sealed her lips with a piece of tape, not wanting her to alert the entire neighborhood before I was finished. It was a good decision it would, seem since I was able to get my regular morning coffee in. Though, no thanks to a certain brute of an officer, I did not get to finish it. It was quite a disappointment." Natsuki sighed heavily, as though losing her coffee was the only mistake she had made.
Tate was starting to get mad. He knew she was toying with them on purpose. "Please, continue." He spoke, a bit of steel edging into his voice. "Taking a look at what I've done, I decided to grace my dear Nina with one of the smiles she loved so much. 'Well Nina dear what do you say we begin?' I asked her, and once again that marvelous whimper escaped her lips." Natsuki paused yet again to lick her lips.
Taking a quick swig from her water bottle, she quickly finished it. Nursing her second one, she looked up and smirked. Tate took this time to examine the Kruger daughter.
Her navy hair went far beyond her shoulders, stopping just below the middle of her back. He was surprised to just now be noticing a lip ring, solid black, in the left hand corner of Kruger's lower lip. It shined menacingly whenever she smirked, like she was doing now.
"As I led the scalpel down her pale flesh, she let loose a strangled whimper that accompanied her silent sobs. I didn't press hard enough to break her porcelain skin...yet. Oh, have you boys ever heard of the song, What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?"
Pausing in her story, Natsuki looked at both officers in disbelief. "No? Come on, 'what do you do with a drunken sailor, give him a taste of the captain's daughter'? And before you two get any ideas of a lovely little thing with red hair and green eyes, captain's daughter is slang for the Cat-o 'nine tails. The Cat-o 'nine tails is a whip, but nine whips with one handle. Mine had glass shards attached to the ends of the whips." Natsuki spoke casually, fondly remembering.
"I don't believe I've mentioned that I have a mechanism with which Nina's hooks are attached to, it allows me to spin her and raise or lower her as I please." Natsuki informed, before taking another sip of water.
"But, back to the story. Dear Nina began to spin on that delightful mechanism. The opportunity presented, I began to conduct a sweet symphony of pain created by my wish to express the love I held for my dear little sister. She was little after all. At least at that time, she was my little Nina. With a Cat-o 'nine tails as my instrument and little Nina as my intoxicating siren. At that point, I went to my table, to pick which instrument I would use on her first. Then I noticed Mother."
"'Now that you're awake mother, what say we get you into a better position so you may properly view and appreciate the magnificence of my creation. Do pay close attention now. Wouldn't want you to miss anything.' I told her. After I positioned mother parallel to Nina mind you she was still secured to the table so I lifted the table up, I attained my favorite scalpel to use upon my favorite person. Mother was trying to get free and her muffled cries flooded my hearing but I payed her no mind I had a masterpiece bring into creation."
"I picked my Kali, my most treasured blade. Mother was crying by this point, as she was strapped to the operating table. I don't know why, I mean I lifted her so that she could watch her Nina. Oh...Nina...with her legs spread out wide for my eyes to see and allow entrance to my dear sweet blade. Nina looked quite delectable lying there in front of me and I gave in to my desire to protect her. I defiled her with my precious dagger."
Hearing steel meet the wall, Natsuki looked to her side to see Takeda standing, obviously very much upset. "Takeda, sit back down." Tate ordered, also upset but needing to hear this.
Kruger's confession would make sure that she would indeed go to prison, so they needed every little detail. Reigning in his anger, Takeda sat and held the recorder steady.
"You're acting like I've done something monstrous! I've created art so magnificent, I will be a legend of the highborn." Kruger spoke, voice cold and serious. "But I'm off track, where was I? Ah, the creation of my masterpiece. Nina's mouth was uncovered, so when I slid Kali inside, even the tiniest bit, she yelled out in pain. I could not see my dear Nina like that, and so I lowered the blade, at least for the moment. Her pink lips were parted, and I couldn't restrain myself any longer."
Natsuki cleared her throat, and sipped more water. "I captured her lips with my own, and every sound was drowned out. It was everything I had ever dreamed of, pure ecstasy. Her lips were like the most delicious wine I had ever tasted, her tongue was decadent chocolate." Kruger shivered a bit, and made the two men in the room terribly uncomfortable.
"Decorating Nina's alluring body with slashes here and there, producing more and more of that interesting substance we call blood, I was showing her my love, after all. What better way than to mark her for the world to see of my glorious ownership. From her arms to her thighs, each area embedded with a claim of my being, thanks to my favored scalpel. Struck with an amorous idea, I carved a heart upon her left breast to represent my own before obtaining Kali. A wondrous dagger I had procured on one of my visits to India. I had been wandering around the market place when I heard someone produce an anguish born scream."
"Thinking it a source of much needed amusement, I rushed towards the direction of the scream. There I was rewarded with the sight of a man being robbed and his stand set on fire. Everyone around him seemed to ignore his pleas for help, to my utter amusement. Strangely enough, I decided to help the man by taking down the robber and helping put out the fire."
"The feeble merchant awarded me with the dagger. He said it had been christened Kali after the Indian Goddess of destruction. It would seem it had been a wise choice, and over time I became quite fond of Kali, using it on special occasions, such as the one I proceeded to do after spreading dear Nina's legs." Kruger stopped shortly, taking more water as she breathed a little heavily.
"Oh...more and more of that...blood adorned her body. The scene was picturesque, nearly perfect, but I wasn't done yet. No, perfection was only steps away and I had yet to finish. With dear Kali, I began to deflower dear Nina. As the blood pooled around my hand it only served to stimulate me in to taking Nina in every possible way, from her lips to her neck to..."
Kruger's jaw tightened here, but she continued on. "When I was adequately satisfied after a taste of the substance decorating Kali, I burned into my memory the beauty of my achievement! Such a glorious artwork. The heavens would cry from it's mere beauty! But there was still something missing. Every art piece must be signed by it's creator to claim it as theirs, correct?"
"And so I etched 'N. Kruger' just below her breast, before adding the final touch that was 'Natsuki's love' engraved atop her chest. Such beauty lay in front of me! I leaned in close and lay a kiss atop her pale lips as a form of temporary parting before gutting her. I then turned to my mother." Natsuki rubbed her hands together, the right one fully covered in dried blood.
Now that Tate knew where that blood was from, he bit his knuckle to stop from vomiting. He could see Takeda pale once more, and he actually sputtered a bit before controlling himself. Kruger either didn't notice, or just didn't care.
Kruger smiled charmingly, before continuing her detailed confession. "'Hello Mother dearest.' I spoke cheerfully into her ear, smile plastered on my face. Upon closer inspection, I took notice of the river of tears flowing deliciously down her cheeks. Of course, I was not going to deny myself of such a pleasure, so I happily licked away the tears, taking my time to thoroughly savor the enticing flavor." Licking her lips as she remembered, Natsuki's blaring emerald eyes finally left Tate's, to his relief, and she focused on the table instead.
"Mother was easy to deal with, only a few cuts until I got bored. I then slit her throat, and I released them, tucking Nina in and making sure Saeko-mama was in the kitchen." Natsuki finished, looking up once more.
Takeda rushed out of the room, only managing to open the door before vomiting. Tate rushed out as well, able to make it to the opposite wall before releasing his guts. "You're fucking sick Kruger!" Takeda yelled, tears in his eyes.
"You misunderstand, dear police man. I am an open minded individual, an artist, some would even say I think outside the box. I'm not sick at all, if anyone is sick it would be you. How can you not appreciate the beauty of my work?" Kruger remained calm, sitting at her chair.
A rookie officer ran to the room and exclaimed that the surviving Kruger was here to identify the bodies. Wiping their mouths, the two officers restrained Natsuki and escorted her to a temporary cell.
Looking down at the bodies with disgust, Kruger Takeo sighed and confirmed that they were indeed the bodies of his wife and youngest daughter. "You are telling me...that my dear Natsuki did this?" He asked of the ones in charge. Sighing, he spoke in his grave voice. "I want to see her."
As Takeo stood a mere feet away from Natsuki, the blunette's eyes widened and she strained against her handcuffs at the sight of him. "Takeo-papa, did you like my masterpiece?" Natsuki asked, voice excited.
Dead emerald eyes glared at the woman he did not know in front of him. Backhanding the blue haired woman, Takeo turned and walked away. On the floor, Natsuki just began to laugh eerily.
A blonde girl burst into the building, screaming at the top of her lungs, rage evident in her voice. "Where is she? I said where is she?" An officer approached her. "Miss, calm down. Who are you looking for?" "That psychotic bitch!"
"Tomoe?" Asked the officer. "No! That bitch that dares call herself a Kruger like my love Nina!" "...Come this way ma'am."
Sitting in her small temporary cell, Natsuki hummed a tune with her eyes closed. "You bitch!" Came a cry, and Natsuki felt a hot flash of pain across her face.
Right eye opened, Natsuki surveyed the woman who had slashed her through her left eye. "Ah...Ho Erstin. Hello, nice to meet you once more." She spoke calmly, old blood mingling with new.
"You...you killed your own sister. My girlfriend!" Erstin was sobbing at this point, and she dropped the knife as she leaned against the bars.
Smirking, Natsuki tilted her head to better her view. "Well...she's more your ex now, hm?" Silence fell over them, before Erstin sobbed loudly, throwing herself from the bars.
"You're a monster!" She yelled before a cop restrained her. Chuckling darkly, Natsuki held a hand over the left side of her face. "Nina was so much better." And as Erstin was helpless, Kruger began to go into extreme detail of what she did to Nina.
Erstin fell to the ground sobbing, crying so hard she didn't need to be handcuffed. She was placed in a cell to calm down, and as the officer carried her away, Natsuki spoke. "I don't wish to press charges, it's all in good fun." Kruger smirked.
Some officers a little concerned, rushed Kruger to the medical area instead of a hospital, seeing as how the cut didn't seem too deep. As the people around her fretted, Kruger spoke calmly. "No need to rush, we've got all the time in the world. That is, unless we die of course, then it's not our time."
I had forgotten just how nice this story was, a mistake I won't soon make once more. Review at your leisure.