"Hi, my name is FBI Agent Hiddleston, may I come in?"
I open the door to see a handsome British guy and glance over at his FBI badge, before nodding and stepping aside to let him in through the door:
"What does the FBI have to do with me?"
He glances around at my small apartment before I gesture for him to sit down, to which he complies and sits down.
I sit in front of him, crossing my legs and looking at him closely.
He has pretty eyes and innocent eyebrows. A soft complex, contoured naturally. Sitting firm in his composure, he shoots me a not very surprising statement:
"I hope you know you are aware of the chain of local murders that have been going on."
I nod.
"There have been at least eight female corpses found within this week."
"That's awful." I comment, scrunching my nose playfully.
"People have been reporting seeing you carrying strangely large bags into your garage late at night, Miss Sanchel." He says quietly.
"Please, call me Emelina." I smile, standing up and moving to sit next to him.
He scoots away a little bit uncomfortably, but I ease him by putting my hand on his leg:
"Relax, Mr Hiddleston."
His body tenses up instantly at my touch, like an alarmed puppy, his blue orbs brighten and widen.
I smile easily at him moving my hand to take his own. I hold it for a moment, giving it an exciting squeeze before standing up:
"Follow me."
I lead him to the garage where I had reportedly been spotted carrying my large bags into, and he glances around.
I let go of his hand and crouch to the concrete ground beneath my feet, lifting up an old rug to reveal a small shutter on the ground with a handle.
This instantly grabs the attention of the federal agent.
I lift the handle to reveal a set of stairs and he gives me a nervous- but cautious look. I nod and smile at him with reassurance, and that's all it takes for him to enter the underground secret.
I wait for him to go down a few steps before I go down after him, shutting the wooden floor shutter and climbing down soon after he had.
There is dead silence when we are down there. I knew he would misunderstand. I knew he would pull his revolver out and point it blank at my head.
"So I knew it. You are the killer." He says with a look of disgust.
The bodies were there, pale on a slab in my laboratory. All eight. Lined up in orderz
But I didn't kill them.
"I didn't kill them." I lift my hands up slightly.
He shakes his head and chuckles at me:
"Turn around Miss Sanchel, hands up and behind your head."
"I'm trying to bring them back to life." I say quickly.
"I'm not an idiot. Turn around, or I'll shoot." He loads the gun as his hands shake slightly. I take note of this.
"Please. Give me a chance." I bite my lip and he rolls his eyes, putting his gun down for just a second.
"There's no such thing." He scoffs at me as I quickly walk over to a body I had hooked up to a machine that typically, I spent my entire life working on.
He has his gun ready in his left hand, and I put on my gloves quickly, before pulling a lever that jolts electricity through a modified corpse.
"You're obstructing evidence!" He yells, running at me.
The jolt of electricity is too much and we both collapse onto the ground losing our footing after a flash of electrical light had sparked.
"That's it. Times up." He quickly points his gun at me.
"Wait..." I watch the corpse with hopeful eyes.
That's when one of its fingers move.
A wide grin creeps up my lips as the corpse sits up slowly, no visible expression on her face.
The FBI agent drops his gun on the ground and stares at her with horror.
"I guess it's not obstructing if I bring the evidence back to life, Mr Hiddleston."
