The Rules to Redemption

Chapter 6: Blank spaces

If you could be one fictional character for a day, who would it be?

Me: Stiles Stilinski  because he's fucking STILES STILINSKI

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"Ok, lets begin with your statement. Where were you the night that you supposedly murdered a fucking CIA operative." I question still coming to terms with the words that are coming out of my mouth.

"Probably murdering someone else." He jokes.
That- that was a joke? Right?

I groan before impulsively staring at him demanding serious answers.
"I was at home. Working." He bluntly answers.
"Can anyone coo-berate that sorry?"  I ask whilst writing down his blatant lies and colour coordinating them from the most deceitful to the least.

"Why don't you just ask me what you really want to know?" He smirks taking a sip of his drink.

That took me off guard, his ego never fails to take me off guard.
I bite my gum contemplating whether or not I should reveal my curiosity to him.
"Did you kill him?" I mutter.

He scoffs slightly, "That's not what you wanted to ask me." He reads me like a book.
I pause momentarily, probably because I have no idea what I really wanted to ask. Or maybe I was in denial because he really does trigger my curiosity.

"Who are you?" I blurt out.

There was a moment of silence between us almost as if he was shocked at my question yet I was oblivious as to why. He must know that his demeanour demands questions.
"Mar. I was with Mar, he can back my story." He ignores me.
"You didn't answer my question?" I raise my eyebrow at him taking the tequila from his hands and downing it.
"You don't seem to answer mine either." He challenges me smirking at the empty cup in my hand.
"You don't need answers to things you can so clearly figure out." I fold my arms.

"Neither do you." He begins.
"If you really want to know. You can find out." He leaves my curiosity with that.
"The statement you gave me matches with the one you gave the police but they're both very vague. There will be a lot more questions in the trial." I enlighten him.
"I'm good with questions, I'll be fine." He tells me.
"Then what the fuck am I for?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"You're for my need of a lawyer?" He answers confused.
Oh, right?

There were so many case notes I had to go over and memorise properly before I could start building an argument against the prosecution.
I didn't expect to be meeting with him so soon so I thought I had longer to get myself organised. Apparently not.
"Let's check how far that ego of yours will get you." I challenge him.
"You seem to have a potent ego yourself, Elara." He smirks.
WHY DOES HE KNOW MY MIDDLE NAME?!
"Don't call me that Dickhead." I roll my eyes.
He chuckles slightly, "it's Damien."

"Ok Dandelion." I brush his fierce eyes off me.

He looks oddly satisfied with my reply though maybe because I spoke before he could violently threaten me.
"Did you know the victim who logged off this earth unexpectedly?" I ask.

"I don't think that's how people present questions?" He raises his eyebrow at me.

"ANSWER THE QUESTION MR CORTEZ!" I demand aggressively, still in character.
He sarcastically clears his throat, "Yes I did. He was an asshole, I'm not surprised he's dead."
I don't think you're scoring yourself any points buddy.

"And is it true that you-," I pause momentarily grabbing the case file and reading the description.
"Shoved a machete into his chest before rotating it and then- oh my." My eyes widen as I read further.