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

Everything happened in a blur, and Becky didn't have enough time to process it all. In record time, they arrived at the judge's office, where Heng and Nam joined them as witnesses. The night had already been eventful, and it was about to turn into something no one could have ever imagined.

Freen signed the papers without hesitation. It was Becky's turn. Suddenly, a wave of realization hit her-the weight of the situation sank in.

"Becky, what is it?" Freen asked, noticing her hesitation.

"I can't," Becky whispered. She placed the pen down and stepped back.

"I thought we talked about this. What's the problem?" Freen asked, her confusion growing.

"I can't do this to you. I don't want you to feel trapped or regret this later."

"What are you talking about?" Freen asked, clearly puzzled.

"There's something I need to tell you," Becky said. It was time-she had to tell Freen the truth.

"Babe, whatever it is, it won't change my mind. Why don't we talk later?"

"It might," Becky said, her voice trembling. "Please, give me a chance. If you still want this after I tell you, I'll marry you in a heartbeat. But I need to be honest with you first."

"Fine," Freen said, her voice soft, but insistent. "Let's talk."

They moved away from the group and into a quiet corner. The silence between them felt heavy, almost suffocating.

"You wanted to talk. So talk," Freen said, her voice sharp.

Becky took a deep breath, then looked into Freen's eyes. She tried to read her, to see if she could find some way to make this easier. But there was no easy way.

"Freen," Becky started, "no matter what, I don't want you to ever doubt anything about us. My love for you is as real as the air I breathe."

"Becky, you're scaring me," Freen said softly.

After a long silence, Becky finally spoke, her voice thick with emotion. "It's me, Freen. I'm the one you're looking for. I'm the city's deranged hero."

Freen stared at her, eyes wide in disbelief, as if Becky had just spoken nonsense. "Are you serious?"

"I am," Becky replied, her voice steady, but the pain in her eyes evident. "I didn't want this, Freen. I've known for a long time that something was wrong with me. But when my mum died, a part of me that kept me sane... it died too. And that was when..."

Freen's eyes widened in horror as she began to put the pieces together.

"When the killings started..." Freen cut in, finishing the thought for her.

"Oh my god!" Freen whispered, the realization crashing over her like a wave.

"The police called it a hit-and-run accident. I call it murder. The witness described a black sedan, but they never caught the driver. I never got the chance to say goodbye, to apologize. My mum was the only one who really understood me. She didn't look at me with shock, horror, or concern. She saw me. Truly saw me." Becky paused, her voice faltering as the memory washed over her. "After that, I was a living corpse. I barely functioned. That was all I knew."

"The voices started to get louder, and one night, I couldn't take it anymore. I snuck out and drove off without a destination in mind. I stopped at the park, the same one where I used to run with my mum. There was another car there, but I didn't think much of it at first. I never expected to meet a fugitive-someone who had killed a mother in front of her infant son."

Becky's voice grew distant as she recalled the night. "I knew he was waiting for me to drive off, but I didn't rush. I took my time. Then, I took out my knife and tucked it in my pocket. I acted innocent, like I didn't know what was coming. When he came up to me, I played dumb until he reached for me. That's when I plunged the knife into his heart."

Becky closed her eyes, remembering the blood. "It was surreal. The blood pooled, and I watched as his heart made its final beats. The way the blood ran down his clothes, it was beautiful, almost like a work of art. I was mesmerized. I was alive in a way I hadn't been in so long."

She took a shaky breath before continuing. "After that, everything changed. For the first time in ages, I felt alive again. The sun felt warmer, my skin tingled, and even the air felt different. I could sleep soundly. It was like I had woken up from a long nightmare."

Freen was silent, her gaze never leaving Becky. She was processing it all, trying to make sense of the chaos that had just been revealed to her.

"I kill to stay alive," Becky continued softly. "I only kill those who don't deserve to live-people who've ruined innocent lives, or taken away the peace of others. I kill so that the victims can have the peace I'll never have. It keeps me in check. If I ever lose that, I'll become one of them. One of the unworthy. I don't kill for pleasure, Freen. I kill for survival."

There was a long silence. Freen didn't avert her gaze once. She simply stared at Becky, her eyes unreadable. Becky couldn't tell what Freen was thinking.

"I know I can justify my actions in a million ways," Becky said quietly. "But the truth is, I'm a monster. Just like the ones I've killed. And you don't deserve to be punished for my mistakes. You deserve love. You deserve someone worthy of you. I've never imagined falling in love with someone like you, Freen. But I did, and it's made everything so much harder."

Freen still didn't speak. Becky could feel her heart breaking in her chest. This could be the end of everything.

"I would love nothing more than to marry you, to hold you close, and give you the future you deserve," Becky said, her voice cracking. "But I know I can't. I know what will happen if I do. And I don't care anymore. I'd rather you hear it from me than from anyone else. I'd rather you arrest me than have anyone else take me away. I can't lose the chance to say goodbye again. I'm sorry, Freen. I'm truly sorry. And I love you, with everything I am. And I will love you forever, no matter what."

A single tear fell down Becky's cheek, followed by many more. The weight of everything she had just said hit her all at once.

Freen didn't move. She just stared at Becky, her expression unreadable. The silence between them was deafening. Becky waited, dreading the moment when Freen would finally speak. Would Freen walk away? Would she leave her? Would she hate her?

But Freen didn't say anything. She just stood there, staring.

Becky had lost. She had lost everything that she held dear. The look on the woman's face that she loved said it all. She was a vicious monster, and she didn't deserve love nor happiness.
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