The next morning, I got out of bed, put on some clothes, and got into the car with my parents. It was a very quiet ride to the police station. Although, I don't think you're expected to be cheery about going to the police station to be questioned for murder.
This was actually something that I think most kids at school wouldn't be too surprised about. I'm not known for killing animals or setting fires, but people assume I'm a killer because I act weird and say things that disturb them. Everybody from school is probably sitting around the tv at home, waiting to hear if I'm the murderer or not.
I even recieved a text from Samantha, saying that she knows I wouldn't do something like this. If she only knew what was going on. She'd probably start accusing me like everyone else if she found out.
We finally get to the police station and I was quickly led to a room for questioning. Two officers walked in. One of them held a folder, the other had a notepad and a pen. They both sat in front of me across the table, the two way mirror on the wall recording everything that was happening.
"Korey Alkins, correct?" asked the cop with the notepad and pen.
"Yes sir," I answered. He started writing in the notepad.
"What were you doing last night at that video store? Weren't you concerned that there was a murder the night before?"
"I wanted to get some fresh air and see if I could rent a movie or two. I was aware that there was a murder the other night."
"If we're correct, you worked at that store, didn't you?"
"Yes sir. I sort all the movies that come into there and sometimes recommend a few films."
"The man who died last night was Ken Davis. You two worked together, right?"
"Yes sir."
"Do you know why anyone would kill him?"
"My guess is a girl or woman who was sexually assaulted."
"Why would you say that?"
"Well, Ken is a sick man. Every time a young woman or a teenaged girl came in, he'd stare at them and tell me things."
"What kind of things?"
"Sexual things. He talked to me about what he wanted to do to them. He sounded serious."
"Do you believe he's attempted to assault any women or girls?"
"I don't know. I can only assume."
"Did you ever think about telling your boss about what he's been doing?"
"I threatened to tell him many times but he knows not much would happen. I just didn't want him going somewhere else and doing the same thing over again."
"If you could kill him, would you have done it?"
"No. He'd need to face the law's consequences instead of someone else's."
"How about we talk about why you were there last night. What movie were you hoping to rent?"
"I don't know. Something from the horror movie section like I always do."
"Do you remember what you picked?"
"No. I'm still going through shock."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I told Ken that the porn in the back was all messy so that he would go back there. I followed him and was going to scare him like I always do. I just wanted to mess around with him a little. But, I didn't see that there was someone else back there. I didn't get a good look at them since I was thrown onto the other wall. I felt paralyzed as I watched what they did to him."
"Do you know how he died?"
"I could barely see what happened. But, it looked like they were cutting him and taking stuff out of him."
"You're close." The cop with the folder opened it up and showed me pictures of Ken's body after Pinhead and the others got to him.
"The killer pierced his hands and feet and tied him up somehow while cutting him open and removing some of his organs. He died before this was all done." I looked at the photos with wide eyes and covered my mouth, pretending to feel sick. Really, I was trying to hold in a laugh but ended up crying.
"What happened after Ken was killed?" the officer continued to ask me.
"I don't remember. They told me to not freak out or tell the police or they'd kill me too." I continued to cry accidentally and laid my head down on the table.
"Is this why you casually walked out of the video store?" I nodded as I was handed a tissue.
"Okay, let's talk about the murder of Rosa Boreman. Some girls reported that you were there before Rosa's death."
"I was there because my girlfriend had a friend on the cheerleading squad. I thought she'd be there with her friend."
"Why go out of your way to see your girlfriend?"
"I don't know. I guess I wasn't really thinking that night."
"Was your girlfriend there?"
"No. So, I left."
"Did you know if Rosa had an older boyfriend or not?"
"No. I didn't know." Okay, if I start saying shit like she's a whore and that I hated her, the officers would've caught me. So, now's not the time to go off about what a bitch she was.
"Well, there was also a man that was murdered after Rosa. Do you want to see the pictures?"
"No, please." Or else I'll start laughing again.
"Okay, one more thing before we let you go."
"What is it?"
"What's with that bandage on your left hand?"
"I was going to prepare steak the other night but it had a lot of ice around it. I took an ice picker and tried to chip off the ice but I accidentally shoved it through my hand."
"Can we see it?"
"Ummm, sure." I unwrapped it a little, wincing at the slight pain that was still there. They examined my cut that was still healing. The hole was sealing up pretty good so maybe my stitches would come off soon. Although, Pinhead probably left this scar on me to remember what I am to them.
"I'm surprised your hand didn't get torn up."
"Yeah, me too." Having a your hand being dragged by a hook is no fun!
"So, when did you get this cut?" the officer asked while I put the bandage back on.
"The same night as Rosa died, I believe."
"So, you went to find your girlfriend while you had a fresh cut on your hand?"
"You know how we teenaged boys are. We think stuff like this is nothing sometimes."
"A few stitches don't look like 'nothing.'"
"I know but I think I just wanted to show my girlfriend what it looked like in person." The cop finished writing down everything and closed the notepad.
"Okay, Korey Alkins. We're through. Although, I suggest you stay home for now on." Stop playing around. You know I'm lying.