"Shit, is she breathing?"

"I don't know, maybe shake her?"

Who are these voices?

I shift ever so slightly and feel the presence of two or possibly more people. They were tense and I could hear the hint of fear in their hushed voices making me feel more reassured. I squinted open my eyes slightly, barley being able to see past my eyelashes but once I do, I shoot up making the women back away from the opening immediately.

The side of my chest throbs as I get up, but I ignore it and look around and take in my surroundings, to see that I was still in the back of the police car, but it had stopped moving and looking out a small, barred window, it was breaking dawn and we had arrived at a precinct.

I take a crouched step out of the car and stumble in pain, making people back away from me as I glare out of agitation. I held the, now scar, that was still aching with pain as I follow the police into the precinct, feeling everyone's eyes on me.

As I stepped in, everyone stopped their talking and turned to me. Most of them were armed with guns, and I could see nearly all their hands wavering over it.

I chuckle under my breath until a throat was cleared and I looked to the woman. My face straightens as I see the same commander. I nod slightly and step forward to her briskly, but she doesn't even blink at my action.

"Miss Collins, please follow me to the change room, there will be bandages and a change of clothes." she informs and gestures to a room.

Stepping forward, I put my cuffed hands out and she complied and takes my handcuffs off. Many policemen around me shuffle in their spot, but I pay no attention to them.

As I stepped in the door closed behind me and I was alone, but there was no way to get out, not even a window or bars.

No mirrors, so there was no chance of being watched and I finally let a long sigh.

I could feel the events of last night flashing in my mind rapidly and I stumbled from the overflowing thoughts and lean on the table in front of me.

I must control myself.

There was no way I was going to let anyone see a weak side of me.

Looking down at the table in front of me, there was a pair of orange jumpsuit and new thick black boots and beside the clothes there were two rolls of bandages.

With my now free hands I release my wings of their restraints and spreading them to their whole span, filling the whole room. They wither in relief from the freedom as I get the bandages to wrap around my hip to waist tightly and it didn't hurt so bad, due to my abnormal healing it hurts slightly as my wings fold over my waist as I put the overalls them, not even questioning how they know my exact size, for my shoes too.

As I finished, leaving my wing unbound, I open the door quickly making another worker flinch. I step towards the lady's dark gaze which I had already grown familiar to.

"What's next?" I ask, shuffling in my spot as everyone's eyes are on me.

She looks at me, all seriousness in her eyes and directs down so many hallways, I lose track of where to turn right and continue straight to escape but w I would get new chances to revise when I'm walked around. But I knew where I was going once, I exited the precinct to go to the next building over and entered the next.

As I'm guided to walk past the female section of the prison and I could feel the power from some women radiating off some, but it withers once I glance at them.

Their aura dims at the sight of me, or more specifically, my wings but some of them were not so smart as to back away, someone tries to lunge at me and grab my wing, but it quickly retracts from her grasp making her head slam onto the metal bars. I giggle under my breath, but I quickly distract myself as I was pushed through another heavily guarded door and here, it was silent.

There were no bared cells, but heavy metal doors. They reminded of me of where Francis was trapped when he got caught, but here, it was gloomier, and I was itching to get out of here, but I knew I couldn't be fighting back, especially with Francis's condition.

They knew where they had me.

I'm guided to the end of the death silent hallway, until I'm greeted with two tough looking bodyguards, but they were just like everyone else with fear in their eyes.

Without resistance I stepped into the cell and the thick door closed behind me, leaving me trapped in a decently large cell. I flop down to sit on the rusty bed and turn to face the door where the outsider was standing, her face still as hard as steel.

"Get some rest Valery, you have a busy day ahead of you." she suggests but it sounds like more of an order, and I nod with a small smile as the little slot in the door closed with a snap, leaving me isolated.

I turn around and put my legs up to lie down, looking at the ever so small bar window that faced the outside.

I could hear the guards muttering outside my cell mixed with the wind whistling outside.

I closed my eyes calmly and let my wings fold over into my body.

As my eyes close, and all I could hear his voice drifting in my mind.

I jolt awake as there's a loud clang beside me and I instantly regret it as I slip out of the metal bed onto the cold ground.

I look up at the door now in front of me and grunt as I see the little hatch open, and a plate being slid through, so I immediately get to my feet and grab the plate instantly.

I scoff down the stale bread and cold meat, feeling like I'd been starved, since I hadn't had a proper meal since last night. It tasted a bit too good being what it was. I was too busy to eat the food to notice a man protecting my door who seemed to be having a panic attack.

Leaning my head that could just fit through the window, I see he's alone and looked as if he had wet his pants. "You okay there, buddy?" I chuckle but that just made him flinch and shake even more. He nods his head slightly as his grip on his tranquilliser gun tightly.

I thought it was stupid to be wasting supplies like that on me, considering they had the upper hand but that wasn't my main worry right now.

I peek at his appearance to see he was well built and armed with multiple pistols strapped to his waistband, along with a curled newspaper. I eyes it and within the black and white, I could see a bright red dress catch my eyes making the corner of my mouth tilt.

"Would you mind passing me that paper?" I asked the guard suddenly, causing him to shiver as he turns around to meet eyes with me.

"P-pardon?" he says fearfully but I ignore his body language and point to his newspaper with a smile.

"The newspaper?" I ask with a kind smile and his eyes widen suddenly as he fumbled with his waistband to pass it to me.

"H-here." He said quickly and I thank him, turning back into my cell and laying on the metal as I read over the sheet plastered with my face all over it.

'Another supernatural has emerged.'

'Francis Whitelock has an accomplice?'

'A normal high school is a criminal, what's next?'

I try to hold back my laugh from these titles. Accomplice?

I wanted to cackle.

They were assuming before waiting to know any of the information that hasn't even been discovered by the police yet.

My eyes drop the picture below the writing.

It's me in my bloody, torn dress but I felt as if I couldn't recognise myself.

And the more I looked at it, the more I realised I looked like him.

There was murder is my eyes, streaks of fresh blood trailed in my hair was now dried and had dyed my hair. My body was tense as I stood there with my hand outstretched to the commander, and in the background, I could see Francis.

His eyes were angry, angry he couldn't do anything but the fear in them took over.

Fearful of losing me again.

And I could feel the same. It had taken a shit ton, but the night was separated it happened to be the day I realised I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

A tear runs down from my cheek as there a loud clang opposite from me and I quickly wipe it away, straightening my posture.

I tilt my head up and see the commander in front of me with a curious expression as to why I have a sheet in my hand, and I flaunt it carelessly.

"Hear that? I'm a monster." I say humorously and put the paper down as I get up to approach her.

I already saw the cuffs in her hand and didn't resist as she locked me up, but I could feel myself tense as thick metal cuffs were wrapped around my wings.

They shuffled from the weight, but I persevered and walked behind the policewoman as if it was nothing.

I waved to the same guard as before and he looked surprise but returns the gesture.

We both walk for a while down the same twirling hallways, everyone I passed sped up their pace or just widened their eyes as they glanced at me.

I knew I hadn't killed any people back on prom night, and what I did could be count as self-defence.

I sneak a glance to the commander now next to me, my eyes widening when she catches my eye, we held in for a while until she grunts and looks back, then forward across corridor.

"Nala." She states strictly and I tilt my head in confusion.

"My name is Nala." She says harshly but I could sense the softness of her. I smiled and nodded, keeping up with her until I arrive another door and it we both stood before it.

"The government has decided to give you psychology sessions, since you must've gone through a lot..." She explains tightly but I snicker at the explanation.

"...And you want information out of me, right?" I ask in a duh tone and her eyes narrow, but she doesn't answer, instead opening the door and letting me through.

I'm greeted with an empty looking room, it even looks similar my old one, but instead of there being a bright girl with a dark life, it was a bored looking woman.

She was on her phone but judging by her forehead, she was in her late 50s.

I walked over to the chair opposite her and sat down abruptly making her jump when she looks up, her eyes off her phone.

"Oh, sorry about that." She said in a bored tone, and I could feel my smile drop within a second.

She looked up into my eyes for a few seconds and even though it seemed like a short amount of time. But I already knew her type of person.

This girl wasn't doing her job for the better humanity. No, there was only greed and glee filled in her eyes as she looked down at her phone one more time before putting it away.

"So, Valery, was it? Would you like to tell me your past?" She asked and I stared at her, assessing her further and she could see that.

I didn't bother answering.

"Valery?" She said through gritted teeth and u looked her dead in the eye, making her flinch suddenly.

"I used to be a psychologist." I paused "Just like you in fact." I said and she smiled, but it wasn't filled with happiness as she scribbled down my exact words onto a sheet of paper.

"But we're a tiny bit different." I state lowly, putting my two fingers close together and she looks up at me curiously.

"How so?" I grin at her question.

"We aspire to be different things. When I was at that part of my life, I would do anything to understand my client. I would feel their pain." I lean forward and she visibly gulps. "And you? You're in it for the money, the fortune you were bribed to be my psychologist out of anyone, but what they don't know is that I don't fall for psychology tricks."

She sits there, stunned and I pull back from her face and back into my seat and stare at her without any expression. "But by all means, continue."

Without another word, she clenched her jaw in anger and storms out of the room, paper in hand.

I could feel a pane of guilt in myself as the silence of the room burns my ears and my thoughts overwhelm me.

Shit, did I really just say that?

Am I ready to commit to what I'm doing?

I don't think there's even a way to get out of this.

I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose, leaning my head back as Nala comes in with a strict frown, making me get out of my seat but my eyes trail to the phone she quickly shoved into her pocket.

"What did you do?" She asks seriously and I shrug.

"Put her in her place." I mummer as she exhaled sharply and holds up the same paper the girl had to read.

My eyes narrow as she quickly folds it into her pocket and leads me out of the room, locking it securely after we're out.

I walk ahead of her as she tells me the direction. But as I slide to my eyes to my side, I could still see her walking behind me slowly.

We walk into the police precinct and all eyes are on us.

"I guess this is the last resort." She mummers out quietly as she says the final direction and I stop in front of the room.

My heart rate speeding up instantly.

From the fear? Or from the adrenaline from what's going to happen in this room?

I smirk and pull the handle of the ladled door back with my cuffed hand.

Interrogation Room.