Assassin's Girl

Zara Larsson— A sociopath?

We had walked out of the hub, behind the broken building. There was dried blood splattered on the old walls and shard of glasses on the muddy ground. I looked at the woman who was supposed to tell me about my death— about my murderers. Any clue about the rest of the two murderers and I would find them. The woman was still smoking; it was her seventh cigarette, not that I cared about her health but the smoke that irritated me till no boundaries. When I rose my brows at her, she smiled almost cruelly before he threw the half smoked cigarette down and stomped on it.

"Zara Larsson, she was the heir of Larsson Empire. The only heir. Can you imagine, Madame, how rich could she be?" She asked and chuckled dryly, shaking her head. "She was like the golden hen, Madame. The more she laid golden eggs, the more she attracted greedy people."

Her words were like a venomous dagger that hit my heart. Golden hen. That's how people saw me all the time. All the respect, all the love people showered on me was fake. All those friends who stood by me were fake. Their love was fake. After all, what is bigger than the money one posses? I snorted, trying to act all calm, not giving her how much her words were hurting me.

"But she wasn't how she looked. Red hair with grey eyes; those innocent big orbs that could melt anyone right at the sight. Everything was a lie, Madame. Her exterior was built by the walls of sham. She was not alright, Madame. She wasn't sane." Her words made my eyes to widen and I looked up at her with shocked eyes, unable to keep my astonishment inside me. I was not sane? Zara Larsson was not sane?

What lies was she feeding me? Or what lies were fed to everyone? She nodded her head at my shocked reaction, laughing loudly as she gazed at the sky and shook her head, pulling in her lower lip.

"Weird, no, Madame? The only heir of Larsson's is insane? She portrayed herself like the person girl she never was. And no doubt, she was beautiful. Really beautiful. Sometimes, she made me wished to abduct her for me. Beauty with money. Who has such deadly combination? Zara Larsson, of course. Who needs brain, when you are brimmed with two most important element of life, no?" She giggled, as she took out yet another cigarette from her pocket and lit it with her lighter before she took a drag of it.

I felt every cell of my body nauseating at her words. From when did I become just a piece of flesh for people, I didn't knew. Since when people only fantasized me just for money and beauty; and the thought itself made me wish to puke out. And I always thought people loved me, cared about me. But the truth, truth resided deep in the abyss pools of dark where I felt myself losing a bit of me every time I wanted to myself.

"You— you liked Zara Larsson?" I asked with a shaky voice and she snorted, exhaling out the smoke. Her body trembled as she started laughing loudly.

"I don't like anyone, Madame. But she— she was so beautiful. So beautiful that I felt so sinful. And remember, Madame, I am no lesbian but her money, her god damn money made me wish to be one." Rage bubbled inside me at her words. How dare she?

"Don't tell me, darling," I said, feigning a smile as I leaned closer to her. "You killed her from the jealousy of not having her and her money, hm?" I asked and she laughed, looking at me like I said the most dumbest thing in the world.

"Don't be silly, Madame. She indeed is— was beautiful and rich and I indeed am into illegal businesses but I don't kill for my living. And who knew what that sociopath could've done to me if she would've caught me. Do not forget, Madame, she just looks innocent but deep down she feels no emotions. She is fatal than the people know."

Sociopath? Me, a sociopath? Where the hell is everything coming from? I curled my fingers in a fist as I now glared at her.

"I— She isn't sociopath, whatever your name is!" She rose her brows at me before smiling sarcastically, tilting her head.

"Tell me, Madame, why did you pay me an amount as big as seventy two thousand euros if you don't trust me and know everything yourself?" I clenched my jaw, as I closed my eyes to take a deep breath. You can't lose your cool now, Elina Green. Not when you've come this far.

"I don't know her but I know of her. Who knew the only heir of Larsson's could be mad?" I jested through clenched teeth and she snickered, stomping on her now smoked cigarette.

"Madame, Zara Larsson is a puzzle. You get to know something new about her, every day." True, though. Even I get to know something new about me every single day.

"So who could've killed her then? If she's such a sociopath, who would've the guts enough to kill her?" I asked, trying to muster the look of curiosity, as much as I could've and she again rose her brows, she did when I asked her a question, every time.

"Who do you think, Madame, could've been behind her death?" She asked me instead and this time I didn't knew what to say. I knew Benjamin and Carter killed my family. But I was not sure about the other two.

"Who can kill so successfully other than the Lucian Matthew?" I asked with a small chuckle and she joined me in, throwing her head back.

"But that's the thing, Madame, it's not Lucian Matthew who killed the infamous Larsson's. Everyone who suspects him are no big than a fool," She said bluntly before letting out a soft laughter. "— no offense to you, Madame."

"None taken. But if not Mathew, who is big enough to kill the Larsson's?" She smiled at me before answering my question.

"Only one name, Madame. Mermaid."