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Nice. Somewhere between Clueless and Heathers perhaps? 
I found myself reading faster to emulate the rapid fire of her patter. 
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(Clueless yes; Heathers might not be vicious enough...)
--- The story continues ---
The young blonde officer who had shown the lawyer in was waiting for Henson in the hallway. "Shall I get that tape transcribed for you, Detective?"
He nodded slowly as he pulled the door closed. "Wait here, though, I want an officer outside this door for as long as they're in there. I'll send somebody over to relieve you in a minute."
She frowned at him. "You don't think that sweet girl would do anything to her lawyer, do you?"
"Sweet girl? You know what she's here for, don't you?"
The young woman sighed. "I know what they're saying, Detective, but I used to babysit her when she was little. I just can't believe it!"
He looked at her sharply. "Well perhaps you shouldn't..."
A thump and a short, sharp scream from inside the room cut him off. Henson swore as he dropped the file, snatched his gun from its holster and gestured to the young officer to open the door.
Inside, Honey was standing by the desk, wiping blood from her face with the sleeve of her jacket. The lawyer lay on the floor, twitching and gurgling in a growing pool of blood, with a pen embedded in his neck. Honey looked straight at Henson and slowly blew a pink sticky bubble. It took all of his self-control not to pull the trigger when the bubble popped.
"Damn lawyer," Honey commented in a light voice, "Wanted t'make me say I'm crazy. I'm not crazy, detective. I just did what any girl would do."
Out of the corner of his eye, Henson could see the young officer beside him struggling not to throw up.
"Go and get backup," he told her softly, not taking his eyes off the vicious teenager. The officer ran off down the corridor.
Honey sighed dramatically and sat on the edge of the desk, her slender toned legs swinging idly. "Mom's gonna be so mad, I bet she paid good money for that loser," she said. "She'd better make sure she gets a decent replacement."
Cautiously, Henson took a step into the room, towards the injured lawyer. Honey started examining her fingernails.
"Y'know, my mom's gonna be mad I'm here at all, it's so unfair, I mean with it being so obviously justified and all, you're really just wasting your time. You oughta concentrate on catching real criminals, there's actually dangerous people out on the streets right now and you're wasting taxpayers' money interviewing me, I mean, come on! This is just like that time they stopped my daddy and tried to say he was speeding, only that was like, so totally boring, but it's just the same, because they couldn't even prove a thing, and besides it was like majorly urgent, so it was okay anyway."
Henson edged further into the room. He couldn't hear the lawyer breathing any more, at least not with Honey prattling on.
"You're so totally wasting your time," she said, suddenly looking up. "That guy was gone before I sat down. I always get things right."
"Yeah, well, you know." He tried to think of something neutral to say. She seemed calm right now, but she could obviously flip like a switch. "It's... just red tape." Her eyes flashed the moment he mentioned the colour red and he nearly flinched. "I'm a cop," he continued hastily, "I gotta check these things."
She shrugged, and inwardly he sighed with relief.
"Go ahead," she said, "I'm not gonna stop you."
Armed officers appeared in the doorway. Finally, with their guns covering Honey, Henson was able to look at the lawyer. His expensive fountain pen had punctured his jugular, and just as the girl had said, he was dead.
"He had good taste in pens at least," she commented. "Have you seen the adverts for those? They stab one straight through a soda can and then carry on writing. Y'oughta keep that pen, they're expensive. My daddy's got shares in the company. Can I go home yet?"
He looked up at her. "Get her out of here," he ordered the gunmen in the doorway, "Keep a close eye on her. Don't let her near any pens."
The Purple Party Pagan of Paragon
Globals: @Morgana Fiolett / @Genevieve Moore
Altoholic with too many characters to count now I have all these shiny servers...
(The Sweetest is my latest new character, a Dual Blades/Willpower Brute on Defiant. This is my first sketch of her and the following is the beginning of her story...
EDIT- Vox pointed out her top looked weird so I improved it slightly: Improved sketch
Comments and feedback welcome!)
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The photographs spread across the table told a gruesome story. They almost made Detective Henson sick, but the girl on the other side of the table seemed entirely unconcerned.
"Honey," he leaned forward and pushed one of the pictures right in front of her. "Honey, I want you to look at this."
The redhead rolled her eyes.
"Why?" she asked, ignoring the pictures and looking straight at him.
Henson met her gaze. "Because I want you to tell me why you did it, Honey."
She laughed. "Isn't that, like, totally obvious?"
He looked at her, trying to keep his expression neutral. There was nothing obvious about this case. Until a few days ago, Honey Hallam, aged 18, had been a popular student at Johnsonville High School, leader of the cheerleading squad and voted "Most Likely to Succeed." The newspapers quoted her headteacher calling her the sweetest girl he ever knew, yet now she was sitting in an interview room charged with fourteen counts of homicide, chewing bubble gum and examining her manicure.
"For the record, Honey. We need to have it all on tape."
She sighed extravagantly.
"Everybody knew Johnny was going to take me to the prom. I mean, that was like, totally obvious, from day one, he's the quarterback, I'm the cheerleader, it's, like, totally meant to be. Then she showed up, all glasses and books and "I'm president of the debate team don't you know" and I guess it must be true what Cynthia said about her being a witch and all, because there's totally no way he would have looked at her unless she cast some sort of spell on him, and the next thing I knew he was like totally blanking me, which is like, way out of line. Anyway, when I went to the mall to pick up my prom dress, I saw this totally awesome store that had these daggers, and they matched my dress perfectly, so I bought them and these dinky little holders that go at the top of your stockings, and I took them to the prom, because Cynthia lent me this book on witchcraft, I didn't read it all, but it said that a spell could be broken by, like, killing the witch that cast it, so I figured once Louisa was out of the way Johnny would be totally into me again."
She stopped speaking to blow a bubble. Henson blinked slowly and thanked every God ever named that the interview was being recorded. He'd probably have to play it back at half speed to keep track of the cheerleader's story.
"So anyway, I got to the prom like totally fashionably late and all, and they were dancing up at the front and they were completely all over each other and it was totally disgusting, y'know? Somebody gave me a glass of punch, I would never drink that stuff, I mean, everybody knows it gets spiked by some idiot freshman five minutes in, but it was bright red and she was wearing white, so I thought it would be useful, y'know, so I went over and told her I was gonna cut in and dance with Johnny, and she was all "No way!" so I threw the punch over her, then I realised that red was totally her colour, so I pulled my new blades out and gave her a makeover. I thought Johnny would be totally stoked, but obviously the [censored] got some other witch to cast the spell 'cause he started totally wailing on me, so I gave him a makeover too. He always did look good in red, I mean it's just as well since that's the school team colours, but he wasn't wearing it that night. Some other people got involved, so I gave them all a makeover in team colours, I guess I was just feeling generous!"
She blew another bubble and looked at him insouciantly. He opened his mouth to speak, but somehow after that torrent of words anything he could say seemed inadequate. She raised an eyebrow. A knock at the door saved him.
"Detective Henson? Miss Hallam's lawyer has arrived." The lawyer, standing in the doorway next to the uniformed officer, was a smartly dressed young man who looked vaguely nervous.
Henson leaned over to the tape recorder. "Interview terminated at 13.42."
He stood up and gathered the photographs together. As he turned to leave there was a pop as Honey blew another bubble.
"Y'know what Detective? I think you'd look good in red, too."
A shiver ran down his spine. "Good luck," he whispered to the lawyer, "You're going to need it."
The Purple Party Pagan of Paragon
Globals: @Morgana Fiolett / @Genevieve Moore
Altoholic with too many characters to count now I have all these shiny servers...