"Come on." The cop re-entered the room, motioning towards the door. "Huh?" Flynn replied, gazing up from the table. "We're going on a field trip." He replied. A smirk crossed Flynn's lips. "Are you asking me out on a date?" He stood from the chair as two guards led him from the room. Flynn was led to a different room. He was kept cuffed and put in a chair where his legs were chained to the chair. It was similar to an interrogation room, but it had boards with information pinned all over them. "Kyle Greywood." The cop, Ricky stated simply, walking to one of the boards and pointing to a picture of a young boy, maybe 17. He smiled brightly. "Found in his room, throat sliced." The cop pointed towards another picture attached to the first I've with a string of yarn. This picture was him, laying on the floor, an evidence marker next to his head. "Tonya Barkheart. Age , found with her throat sliced in an airport bathroom. She was on her way to visit her 6 year old niece who survived cancer." Flynn leaned back in his seat, shifting uncomfortably. "John Smith. Age 9, throat sliced. Found on a playground. Luke Williams, age 28, throat sliced. On his way to propose to the love of his life. Kaycie, lillith, and Mary, ages 7, 15, and 20. Throats sliced, all found in their bedrooms." Flynn continued shifting, his eyes blinking heavily and his head shaking slowly. "Collin, Shane, Michael, Linsey, Jordan, all throats sliced. All were 18. Are you getting my point son because I'm losing my patience!" His voice began to raise to a wall shaking yell. "Lauren, Madison, Blake, Kayla," Flynn looked away, his mind beginning to reel, as he struggled to breathe. "Courtney, Hunter, Christian, Janet, Colton, Ally, hell even your so called friend's brother, Lance Gray.!" Flynn bit his lip, his eyes filled with hatred, "All these people's blood is on your hands, Boy!"
