Mr.Htaed
A man with a shaved head was lying on a cot, he was over six feet and was very muscular. He wore an orange jumpsuit He felt a presence so strong it woke him from his sleep. He looked around in the dimly light of his prison cell seeing the same peeling, muck covered walls and the small window with bars on the inside. "Glad to see you finally woke up." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and saw a guy sitting on the cot opposite him. The man wore a black suit, white shirt and a black tie. His face was hidden in the dark because of the lighting. He reached next to him and pulled up a briefcase.
He opened his briefcase pulling a few papers out. Looked them over for a moment without looking up to the inmate. "So Mr. Setun is it?" He asked in a slight dark voice that almost made the murder flinch.
"Hmm ye...yea it is." He stammered from the voice. 'What is with the freak?' He thought to himself. The figure's head turned from the papers toward him.
"Good. Now let me see." He looked back to the papers. "Name: Sheldon Setun. Sex: Male. Age: 38. Occupation: Unemployed. Race: Caucasian. Addre..."
"Wait. Who are you? And where did you get my info from?" The odd stranger leaned forward a little into the light revealing ghostly pale skin.
"You can call me Mr. Htaed wait you weren't told?" He went back into the dark. "He was killed in a car accident yesterday afternoon. So all of your files were transferred to me for your up coming case. Now would you please tell me what happened?"
"What kind of name is that?"
"Mine. It's an old but well known name where I'm from. Now tell me what happened or do you not need my help."
"Alright...alright I lost control and killed my wife and her sister." Setun said with no remorse or feeling.
"You don't actually think I'd believe that. So just tell me the truth." Setun wanted to laugh at him but couldn't. He could feel this lawyer's gaze on him and felt an overwhelming urge.
"Alright I killed them for the money her family left em." He sat back against the wall. "Now how are you gonna help me get out of this?" He let out a small chuckle.
"So you admit to killing them?"
Setun shrugged his shoulders and sucked his teeth. "Of course I did. That worthless bitch got what she deserved." He closed his eyes. "So what are we gonna go with? The insanity plead or..." He opened his eyes and saw he was in an interrogation room. He was looking at the two cops who arrested him. "Where'd Mr. Thaed go?" He continued to look around and saw a short, fat, bald man in a blue suit with his head in his right hand. "Yo, Richardson I thought you were dead."
"You idiot. You just confessed that you killed the Sazen twins." Richardson looked to the officers, "What type of deal are we lookin at?" The officers scoffed.
Outside the room in the hall Mr. Htaed looking in on the men arguing. A dark smile appeared on his face. "I sometimes love my job." He said smugly as he walked down the hall. As he turned the corner he passed by two women talking.
"Did you just feel a cold gust?" One asked the other rubbing her hands together.
"Yea I did." The other replied. But Mr. Htaed just continued walking. As he neared the exit the door opened by itself.
"Uhh." The receptionist said looking at the door. "Must have been the wind."
Mr. Htaed looked up and took a deep breath and exhaled with a smile on his face. He looked back to the street and saw two blonde women standing there in black dresses. They both had a grim look on their faces. He gave them a warm smile. "Don't worry ladies. He'll get what's comin to him so you two can pass on now." Both of them smiled and faded away. He looked up.
"Two more heading your way." Then looked down. "And one that's all yours. So do as you feel right." He went down the few steps to the road and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. He looked at it and read. Sheldon Suten age 38 of New York, New York. He crossed it out and it disappeared and another name took it's place. "I guess I got another soul waiting."