Running From Fate [Part One]

"State your name and speak directly into the camera."
"My name is Rebecca Maxwell. I like rainbows, Orlando Bloom, and falling asleep on the beach. But I am not a murderer and I did not kill anyone."
Detective Marshal paced the small, interrogation room. He had spent the last five years of his life leading up to the moment. He had spent so many restless nights sleep searching for her. He probably knew more about Rebecca Maxwell than she knew about herself. He was going to lock her up for life, and he was going to love watching her rot.
"You should be taking this far more seriously Miss Maxwell," Detective Gordon warned. She sulked in the dark corner, letting her partner take the lead as usual. She knew her place since the beginning of her and Marshals alliance, and her role never changed.
"Do you know how long I have waited for this moment?" Detective Marshal asked.
"Awe, thats sweet. I never knew you had a crush on me, but for further reference maybe you should hold off on the handcuffs until we know one another a little better."

Detective Marshal knew that would come back to the rest of the crew when they saw the tape. He needed to keep cool, stay unfazed and most importantly keep the upper hand.
"Joke all you want, Maxwell, but we know everything that you have done."
"Really? Everything? What I eat this morning? Cause I cant remember and its bugging the hell out of me."
Detective Marshal extended his right hand towards his red-headed, joke of a partner, asking for his case file. She quickly handed over the manila folder and Detective Marshal examined the label 'Rebecca Maxwell' with a grin.
He had too much evidence on her to get out from behind bars this time. She was going to burn and he was holding the match.
"Honestly, I dont know where to start," Marshal joked, through a soft laugh.
"Humor me," Rebecca purred.
"Well, first off, youve been running credit card scams since high school. Have you ever paid for anything in your life?"
"My boots"
Detective Marshal smirked. She was a pistol, made of solid steel. She was going to be hard to break, but he had to make her crack and he was going to have some fun.
"Grand theft, grave desecration, car jacking, breaking and entering, possession of illegal fire-arms- But that was just the little leagues, right? You were just getting started." Marshal had been sifting through his case papers and occasionally dropped on in front of Rebecca.
"Well, what can I say? Gotta start somewhere," Rebecca picked up a paper and examined its print. It was a copy of a recite from her latest credit card. Brittany Spears. She couldnt believe anyone fell for that and her occupation being crack-whore-singing-sensation. She let a crooked smile grow on her lips.
"Absolutely and you, of course, ampted up your game."
Rebecca shifted her eyes to land on Marshal and let him see her face had not faltered and gone soft. She would remain firm.
Detective Marshal wasnt at all surprised to see Rebecca sitting lazily in her chair as she was shackled to the dark gray, steel table that separated her from him. What he couldnt understand was why she wore a proud smile on her face. What did she have to be proud of?
"Armed robbery, assaulting of an officer, impersonating of an officer, not to mention all your other counts of stealing identity. And then it just got that much better. Wouldnt you say?" He paused for dramatic effect, "Four counts of first degree murder. Wow, what a record for someone who just celebrated their twenty-sixth birthday!" He began to clap and chuckle as Rebecca glared.
Detective Marshal returned to his normal composure.
"Veronica Hayworth," He pulled out a picture of a woman lying face down on a kitchen floor in a pool of her own blood. He body was mangled and broken.
Rebecca cringed, remembering that time. She slipped up. She wasnt quick enough.
"Hunter Parker," Another picture of a man with his throat slit so deep, his spinal cord was visible.
"Amber Linkin," Rebecca couldnt look at any more of her mistakes. She turned her head to stare blankly at the paint-crusted wall.
"And finally Ryan Scott, found dead yesterday in his apartment. But you would know that wouldnt you, Maxwell? Youre the one that was found at the scene of the crime."
"I didnt kill them," Rebecca stated, mainly to herself.
"I didnt quite catch that."
"I didnt kill them." Rebecca repeated, firmly, once she was looking at Marshal.
He pounded the table with his fist causing it to shake and the lights to flicker, "You murdered them in cold blood!"
"I said, I didnt kill them." Rebecca staid calm, as she tried to contain her emotions from bursting into flames and burning this jackass to a crisp.
"Just look into the camera and say that you killed them. Thats all you have to do. Just say I killed them and this will all be over." Marshal coaxed as he stepped aside and motioned towards the camera that rested on its tripod in front of Rebecca.
Rebecca leaned forward with a rattle of the chains and rested her forearms on the cool table top. She stared fiercely into the lens, "I did not kill anyone."
Oh, Mama, I'm in fear of my life from the long arm of the law...
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