Digi Court
Terriermon; his least favorite of the whole freaking bunch. That stupid little rabbit never gave him a real break and now they were in court. Who else but Terriermon could turn him in for murder? He thought to himself for a second. OK, all of them can I guess…
"Witness…" asked Jeri, "did you actually see him do said crime?"
Terriermon stood up on top of the table wearing a black and white striped shirt. "That's right your honor, I saw him do it. He killed Calumon and I saw the whole thing! He's guilty I tell ya! Guilty!"
"You don't look very trustworthy yourself."
"I admit I've been a little ruff around the edges but I swears I'm telling the truth miss Jeri. I swears it on my data. I really do."
Jeri rubbed her chin and contemplated this for a moment. Then she waved her hand towards Renamon. "Please proceed with the revealing of your evidence."
Renamon crossed her arm to her chest and bow. She crossed over to the table Terriermon was at, her tail seemed to be swaying more than usual. He couldn't help but watch. The fat man beside him watched too and then smiled at him with a strange grin and then a strange frown. The other man leaned over and not a flicker of emotion touched his face as he talked. "I wouldn't do that if I were you…"
"Do what?"
"Look at her like that. A criminal will not do well with a lawyer."
"But I didn't do it."
"We know that…" He pointed to the jury. "But they don't…"
"Trust us Impmon." The fat man patted his head. "We know what we're doing…" Then he pointed to his own chest with his thumb. "Denny Crane!"
Impmon assumed that was his name.
Renamon stepped up again with four large pictures and two stands. She placed one stand facing the jury and the other facing the people sitting behind the wooden barrier. She placed one picture over top of the other and then turned to the jury. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, what you see before you are pictures taken from the scene of the crime where the victim was savagely struck down! As you can see he was beat down with a blunt weapon of some sort and then had his eyes and intestines gouged out. I am sorry that you have to see this but it is for the best."
Impmon looked at the pictures and was shocked by what he saw. Calumon lay on his back in a grassy area with his eyes out of his head. He could see them in the picture but they were off to the side and a fork was sticking out of the left one. The poor digimon's neck looked to be slit and his face showed terror. Blood was everywhere. There was not a place in the picture that Impmon could not see blood. The blades of grass in the area were completely covered and so was Calumon's body. His fingers were bruised and scuffed and he looked starved to death. Impmon could practically see his ribs. As he worked his way down from the head he could see that Calumon's stomach had been completely ripped open. His intestines were loosely hanging and… what a surprise… more blood was around the digimon's legs. His feet looked like that had been nearly torn off of his body and he looked so battered down and weak that Impmon had to look away. Then a thought struck him.