Erakin kept eye contact with the policewoman as she sat down in the seat across the table. He guessed that she had been looking forward to this, as she had been pestering him for a few months, intent on exposing him as a serial murderer. The prospect amused him.
“Not even a “hello”? That’s rather rude.” He said.
She sighed with exasperation. “Please don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”
She tucked in her chair and stared at him. He smirked.
“We have visual evidence of you being in areas where people have been killed using unknown methods. Can you explain where you were on the 28th of July?”
“Malikan forest.” Replied Erakin instantly with a deadpan expression.
The officer looked at him suspiciously. She fidgeted for a moment before leaning across the table and taking a deep breath.
“Did you kill Robin Newell?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you a murderer?”
“Yes.”
“Edward Odon, have you killed multiple people with the intention of murder?”
“Yes.”
“Are all my suspicions about you true?”
“Yes.”
“Have you answered honestly?”
“Yes.”
She recoiled cautiously, before taking some shaky breaths. The door to the interrogation room slammed open and multiple officers came inside and started to seize the man in front of her.
Erakin didn’t bother to struggle. He’d simply have to escape and take on a different form. He’d planned for this scenario.
“Oh and by the way, Amir Jalal and Mya Adam have already been taken into custody. They will be put under trial and will be charged as your accomplices.”
Erakin’s head snapped up. He glared at the woman, who seemed extremely pleased with herself. The situation had suddenly become very different.
“They did nothing.” he snarled at her.
“Oh yes they did, because you confirmed all of my suspicions.” She replied smugly, tapping the tape recorder on the desk.
Erakin began to struggle and attempted to manipulate the pure darkness around him, only to find that there was none to manipulate. That was only possible if it was snuffed out by the light of Halka! It was only when he met the woman’s eye and saw the unnatural glint of glee that he understood. Oh, how he hated the fact that he understood.
She brought her face close to his as he was dragged away.
“Hello,” she said, “I’m Helena.”
Erakin knew. She was no more Helena than he was Eddie. Halkial had found him.
