Evil

Clare Fredriks

She was sitting on the hard, grey benches in the waiting room, when someone approached her. A large man with big, black glasses started asking her questions.

'Name?'

'Clare Fredriks'

'Age?'

'15 years'

'Place of living?'

'New York, 5th and 2nd West'

'Great. Follow me, please'

Clare stood up and followed the man to the elevator. She was asking herself what she was doing here. It all started with a letter this morning. A certain Alex Greyhouse, a judge, wanted to see her. Today, 5 pm. So here she was. But in that letter wasn't an explanation for the reason why he needed her. Well, a judge couldn't do that much damage to an innocent person? A few moments later the elevator stopped and the man got out. Now they were in a corridor that looked so grey, you would think you were in a black-and-white movie. Even the people dressed up in grey. She found it a very pessimistic place. The man that was with her walked straight to the last office and knocked on the door.

'Yes?'

'She's here, sir'

'Great. Come in'

The man opened the door and pushed her inside. Not that didn't expect it, but the place was completely grey. A little bit of color would have been very nice, but the designer of the building apparently forgot that 'little' detail. The man that had been inside stood up and walked to her.

'Good evening. I'm Alex Greyhouse, the man of whom you got a letter from?'

'Yes, I received a letter indeed'

'Right. Please, take a seat'

Mr Greyhouse appointed on a seat in front of the bureau. Clare sat down, feeling very uncomfortable. She didn't have the feeling as if some good news was about to come. Her guard closed the door and stood besides it. Now, if her eyes still worked well, she would have sworn the guard had a gun inside his jacket. She had this strange feeling people were making a movie scene without telling her.

'Clare, I don't think either of us likes it when people don't get immediatly to the point, so I will save you the load. You are being suspected for murder'

'What?'

She couldn't believe this. Why on earth would she be suspected for murder?

'Sir, I think you have confused me with someone else'

'Are you Clare Fredriks, 15 years old and you live on 5th and 2nd West?'

'Yes'

'Then you are the person we are searching'

'Sir, I would never murder anyone'

'That's what everyone says'

'Call my parents if you don't believe me'

'I already did. You'll probably have a lot to explain when you get home. They didn't seem very happy'

'But you don't understand, I would never...'

'Oh Clare, I can assure you completely I understand. Who else would have killed Eri Plev? I mean, his girlfriend would seem to me a very reasonable murderer'

'Eri Plev is dead?'

Two days ago, she had a huge fight with Eri about something stupid. She remembered how she hated him, but she couldn't remember she really killed him. Nobody would want to kill her boyfriend? That was the last time she saw him. And now he was dead. Murdered.

'I didn't kill Eri. Why would I do that?'

'Maybe because of a fight?'

'How do you know we had a fight?'

'We have tapes'

Mr Greyhouse turned and put the TV on. There wasn't sound, so she couldn't hear what they were fighting about. Suddenly she saw how she grabbed a knife and put it in Eri's chest. She got out of the room and disappeared.

'That is a lack of privacy!'

'Well, murdering someone isn't much better now, is it?'

Clare was very angry and stood up. She ran towards the door, but the guard grabbed her arm and gave a knock on her head. She fell and wasn't conscious anymore.

'Thanks. Now, put her in my asking cell. And give her something to drink'

'Yes sir'