Heartless - Chapter 41：Intoregation

Ps. I know nothing of police procedures, the most I know is from glimpses of the movies my parents watch, and I know how inaccurate films can be.

“Did you kill Lucy?” the police in front of me asked. My hands were chained to the desk in front of me, where the policemen could see them. The room was purely grey, without a speck of color except for the garb that the policeman was wearing, but even that was black and white.

“I suppose,” I replied calmly. It was one of the few times that I travelled through the city in broad daylight, and perhaps the first in a long time to ride a car. It made me very dizzy to say the least. The light shows things that you wouldn’t notice in the dark.

There comes a time when the trees themselves will mutate, when they are tired of sitting there waiting for humans to slice the life out of them. Just a small nudge would be enough to help them take over. But trees are patient creatures with hundred and perhaps thousands of years ahead of them.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, his gaze as sharp as ever. I suppose it was to intimidate the guilty into telling the truth, but when have I ever told a lie?

“She was already dead when I killed her,” I responded, returning his gaze with my cold one. There weren’t many humans who could withstand my gaze for a long time, but he was an exception. Perhaps it was from talking to crazier people than me.

“If she wasn’t dead, would you still have tried to kill her?”

“No.”

“If I were to bring a dead person in this room, would you try and ‘kill’ that person?”

“Not if they weren’t possessed.”

The officer in front of me rested his forehead on his hands, looking as if he were praying. Most likely he was thinking that I was crazy, and who was I to refute his beliefs?

“So your saying that you killed her because she was a zombie?”

“No.”

“So she wasn’t a zombie.”

“Yes.”

“Then what was she?” by now his facial expression changed and it seemed to me that he was treating me as a kid.

“A dead person.”

“Oh really? Then why did you kill a dead person?”

“She was possessed.”

“By a ghost?”

“No.”

“Then what was she possessed by?” his personality had changed to cope with my attitude and I had to respect him for that.

“A foolish person.”

“A foolish person?”

“Yes.”

“A living person cannot posses a dead person.”