When I was sworn in as juror, I knew this was going to be hard to
decide. The case against Roger Jackson Chance on the murder of Percival
McBrina, known to him as "Piggy", was so strong, yet so weak.
Right now, me and my fellow jurors were in what's known as a "Hung Jury". 'I knew something like this was going to happen,' I said as I leaned back in my chair.
'See that in your crystal ball?' our most annoying juror said.
During the war, each religion had learned to accept each other. I happened to like the occult religions; some of my friends are Asatru, some are Pagan, one is even Wiccan.
'Duh Aaron,' I said sarcastically, putting a hand on my belt where I usually wore a dagger, then a gun during the war.
'Enough squabbling you two,' our foreman said, glaring at Aaron Fletcher. 'Have you made your decision?' he asked turning towards me.
'Guilty,' I said, unashamed.
'Why? I mean, they were on that island for months by this time,' another juror said, a nun, by the looks of her clothes.
'He was still in his full mind. He was trying to compete with their "tribe leader",' I replied.
'That kid, Ralph. He said that "Piggy" was trying to make them see reason,' said another juror.
'Plus the fact that Roger wasn't trying to compete with Jack at this time,' said another.
'So you're saying that Roger was doing Jack's bidding,' I replied.
'Yes,'
'What makes you say that?' I asked.
'Ralph's testimony. He said that Jack said "That's what you'll get! I meant it!",'
'Oh. So how many guilties?' I asked rhetorically. I knew there would be none. This was a capital murder trial.
'Still, Roger did push that rock onto "Piggy",' said the foreman. 'All in favour for guilty of second degree murder, say "aye".'
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'Your Honor, the vote is unanimous in fovour of guilty of second degree murder.'
'Acknowledged.'
What a relief to be out of this trial I thought.
Right now, me and my fellow jurors were in what's known as a "Hung Jury". 'I knew something like this was going to happen,' I said as I leaned back in my chair.
'See that in your crystal ball?' our most annoying juror said.
During the war, each religion had learned to accept each other. I happened to like the occult religions; some of my friends are Asatru, some are Pagan, one is even Wiccan.
'Duh Aaron,' I said sarcastically, putting a hand on my belt where I usually wore a dagger, then a gun during the war.
'Enough squabbling you two,' our foreman said, glaring at Aaron Fletcher. 'Have you made your decision?' he asked turning towards me.
'Guilty,' I said, unashamed.
'Why? I mean, they were on that island for months by this time,' another juror said, a nun, by the looks of her clothes.
'He was still in his full mind. He was trying to compete with their "tribe leader",' I replied.
'That kid, Ralph. He said that "Piggy" was trying to make them see reason,' said another juror.
'Plus the fact that Roger wasn't trying to compete with Jack at this time,' said another.
'So you're saying that Roger was doing Jack's bidding,' I replied.
'Yes,'
'What makes you say that?' I asked.
'Ralph's testimony. He said that Jack said "That's what you'll get! I meant it!",'
'Oh. So how many guilties?' I asked rhetorically. I knew there would be none. This was a capital murder trial.
'Still, Roger did push that rock onto "Piggy",' said the foreman. 'All in favour for guilty of second degree murder, say "aye".'
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'Your Honor, the vote is unanimous in fovour of guilty of second degree murder.'
'Acknowledged.'
What a relief to be out of this trial I thought.