My Girlfriend Is A Serial Killer [G!P] [COMPLETED]

Third Person's Pov

Becky was sitting in her office, reviewing case files when she caught sight of Freen entering. The tense, almost haunted look on her face immediately caught Becky's attention. Freen looked distressed, her steps unsteady as she made her way toward her.

"Hey, baby, what happened? Is everything alright?" Becky asked, her voice soft and full of concern. Without hesitation, she stood up and wrapped her arms around Freen in a tight embrace.

"He's dead. That man... he," Freen's voice faltered, barely more than a whisper as she clung to Becky.

"Who, baby?" Becky asked, her hands gently caressing Freen's back, trying to comfort her.

"The man who pushed me in the garden yesterday. It's that killer who's been going around killing bad people."

Becky's heart stilled, but she knew this truth all too well. She was the one responsible.

Of course, Becky knew it all—it was all her doing.

"Didn't I tell you, Freen, that he would get what he deserves?" Becky asked softly, but the words came with an undercurrent of something darker, something she couldn't deny.

Freen pulled back from the hug, her eyes searching Becky's. She looked uncertain, her thoughts spinning.

"How can you say that, Becky? He's still a person. And who gives anyone else the right to take a life?"

Becky didn't flinch at her words. She only tilted her head, looking at Freen with a calm expression.

"Did he have the right to mistreat people?" Becky countered, her voice low, not angry, but unyielding.

Freen hesitated, her gaze flicking to the floor. "I don't know. But I don't think the person killing these people is any better than the victims."

Becky's heart clenched, but she didn't want to argue. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I don't want to argue, baby. Are you feeling better?" She placed both of her hands on Freen's shoulders, her fingers gently pressing into the muscles, grounding her.

Freen's expression softened slightly, but the worry still lingered in her eyes. "I don't think so, Bec. I have a bad feeling about this."

Becky's hands moved to cup Freen's face, and she kissed her forehead, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Don't worry, Freen. I'm right here with you."

Freen nodded against her shoulder, her body still trembling slightly.

"I should be the strong one, considering... I should be the one protecting you. But this guy scares the hell out of me," Freen confessed, shaking her head.

Becky's grip tightened. "How about I take the day off, and we go out for lunch?" she suggested, hoping to ease Freen's mind.

Freen immediately smiled at the thought. "I would love that."

"Ok, baby, just wait here. Let me ask my boss," Becky said, leaning in to kiss Freen on the lips before she stood and walked toward her office.

As she walked away, her heart felt heavy. Becky knew the moment Freen figured out the truth, she would lose her forever. She had never had any expectations in life, but now, she couldn't imagine a future without Freen. But could she live without satisfying her hunger? Her hunger for killing. Could she stop for Freen? For love?

"Ms. Armstrong, have you finished the review?" Her boss's voice snapped Becky back to reality. She looked up to see him standing by his office door, his expression neutral.

"Yes, boss," Becky replied, handing him the completed file.

"Is there anything else?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as Becky lingered.

"Yes, boss. Could I take the rest of the day off?" Becky asked, her voice steady but laced with a quiet urgency.

"Is it about her?" Her boss asked, his gaze flicking toward Freen, who was sitting quietly outside. His expression shifted in a way Becky didn't like—something in his eyes that seemed to hold more curiosity than professional concern.

"Yes, boss. She's having a bad day," Becky answered, her tone firm as she tried to conceal the unease bubbling inside her.

"Who is it?" he asked again, an almost predatory look flickering in his eyes.

"That's Freen, my girlfriend." Becky couldn't help but notice the lingering, almost unsettling way he regarded her. His stare made her uncomfortable. When he caught the look she gave him, he immediately cleared his throat.

"It's just... I feel like I've seen her somewhere," he said, his voice faltering slightly.

Becky didn't like where this conversation was going, but she forced a smile. "Fine... you can take the day off. But I want you to complete all pending work in time."

"Thank you, boss, and I will."

Becky grabbed her jacket and bag, her mind preoccupied as she walked out toward Freen.

"Ready to go?" Becky asked, offering her hand to Freen.

"Yes." Freen took her hand immediately, wrapping her arms around Becky's waist.

"Let's go to your favorite restaurant."

"You are the best, Becky. I love you."

"I love you too, Freen."

They arrived at the restaurant, walking inside hand-in-hand, but Becky could feel the tension in the air as Freen seemed distracted.

"Baby, you're zoning out," Becky said softly, concern creeping into her voice.

Freen snapped back to reality, blinking a few times. "It's just that I can't figure out the killer. What do you think, Becky? You studied criminology. What do you think is his perspective?"

Becky paused, her expression thoughtful. "Sometimes it's just simple. People kill because they want to," she said, careful with her words. "Or because they need to," she wanted to add but didn't.

"In this case, you might think that this person is choosing these victims out of his good will, but I think the exact opposite. I think they are just a narcissist wanting to feel good about their actions, even when they know it's wrong," she said, her tone smooth, calculated. She knew exactly what she wanted everyone to believe—but the truth was far different.

Freen nodded, processing what Becky said. "You're right. So it might mean they feel guilty, too, right?"

"Guilty might be a strong word. But maybe some remorse," Becky replied, her gaze flicking to Freen's, a touch of something darker hidden behind her eyes.

"And people like that will eventually make a mistake?" Freen asked, her excitement growing as she leaned forward.

"Exactly. Are you in on the case?" Becky asked, feigning casual curiosity.

"Yes, I'm. They assigned a new team today, and I'm the lead detective. It's my first big case since the promotion, and I don't want to mess this up. I think that's why I'm so shaken. I have to go out there and be strong and try to catch this guy while I'm terrified inside."

"You won't mess up. This is what you wanted, right? To prove yourself. It's normal to feel scared, especially under these circumstances. But we both know you can do it. Show them what you got." Becky gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Thank you, Bec. I needed this."

"Anything for you, dear."

So many uncertainties lay ahead for both of them. The cat-and-mouse game had just begun, and this time, the lovers were on opposite sides.
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