Digi Court
"Councils, please close your cases."
"Wait!"
Everyone looked at Denny Crane. Jeri raised a brow. "What is it Mr. Crane?"
"We have one more witness. A surprise Witness if you will." She sighed and then slammed her head onto her desk. Impmon raised his brow for the hundredth time in this fic. She waved her hand at Denny and he proceeded. "The defense calls Guardromon to the stand." The hulking metal digimon revealed within the crowd and stood up. He crossed through the walkway between the rows of chairs and then opened the wooden door into the main portion of the courtroom. His hulking feet made big clomping sounds on the wood underneath him as he walked over to the podium. He sat down and positioned the mike so that it was at his right height. Denny walked over to him. "Mr. Guardromon, may I call you that?" Guardromon nodded in and obvious fashion. "Is it possible for a killing like that to not give off any blood splatter?"
"No, it is not. With a killing like Calumon's he would have had much blood coming up and onto his killer. There was no blood on Impmon I gather?"
Allan shook his head. "Would this…" he pulled out a baseball jersey from somewhere Impmon did not see that looked like it could fit Terriermon. He showed it to Guardromon. "Would this be a significant amount and position of splatter of blood?"
Guardromon examined the piece of clothing. He looked it up and down and then nodded. "That seems like the ideal position of splatter for a killing like we have here."
"So you're saying that the owner of this jersey would have killed Calumon?"
"Yes. Who is the owner by the way?"
Allan pointed to Terriermon. "It belongs to the complainant!"
The little rabbit's eyes narrowed and he leapt up onto the table. Out of pure frustration he digivolved. Gargomon was in the courtroom now. The table beneath his broke but he merely jumped out of the pile of splintered wood that he had created. The larger rabbit pulled his pants up and smiled. He pointed his guns at Allan Shore and got ready to fire. Gargomon sneered. "Any last words you asshole?"
"Yes, I do hope that you don't pull the trigger. I have been shot before and it was very unpleasant."
Gargomon fired.
Allan leapt out of the way.
The bullets clouted Guardromon. He was jerked around in his seat. At the start of the firing the bullets merely ricocheted off of his armor plates but one assured projectile was able to make it through. A mixture of oil and blood spewed from the hole where the bullet had gotten through. It spewed out over the courtroom. Impmon ducked out of the way to avoid the blood-oil mix. He crawled under the table and watched as Gargomon shot his bullets into Guardromon's metal plates. The digimon was knocked back in his seat and pinned against the wall with the firings. Everyone in the courtroom was soaked with the blood. But no one seemed to notice at the same time. They just sat there like nothing was happening when really someone was being killed right before their eyes. For a moment Impmon thought that they were all in shock. Then Denny leaned down and eyed him quizzically. "What on Earth are you doin down there?"
"GARGOMON IS KILLING GUARDROMON!"
"Really?"
"YOU'RE COVERED IN HIS BLOOD! OR OIL! OR WHATEVER THAT IS!"
Denny looked at his lapel. "So I am. Oh, well." He pulled out a handkerchief that had been in his pocket. It was soaked within seconds but he paid no attention. Instead he cleaned his jacket off like he had spilled coffee. Everywhere that he cleaned was again filled with the oil-blood. "It doesn't seem to be coming off."
Gargomon stopped firing and looked at his work. Guardromon's mangled body was practically pinned to the wall with bullets and his own oil-blood. Gargomon smiled. The fluid dripped from the body and covered the audience, the jury, himself, two thirds of the defense, Renamon, Jeri and practically the entire courtroom as well as the prosecutor. His smiled widened even more. Then he glowed and reverted back to his normal state. Terriermon stood there very proud of himself. He turned around and flew over the shattered table in front of him. He sat down next to Renamon as she cleaned herself off.
Jeri looked around the room and then noticed that Impmon was under the table with wide eyes. "Impmon, would you please get up off the floor and get back in your seat?"
"HE JUST KILLED GUARDROMON AND YOU ALL ARE ACTING AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED?"
Jeri looked over at Guardromon's, still dripping, body. She eyed it for a moment and then turned to the muscular prosecutor. "Could you please dispose of this mess?"
He, along with a few others, took Guardromon's body out of the door. It dripped the whole way. Impmon stared with wide eyes. What's wrong with these people? They're all acting like complete idiots, uncaring idiots, smart idiots, homicidal idiots, or self-centered idiots! Am I the only one here that isn't crazy? Even Jeri's being an idiot! What's with Ai and Mako? Who is this Denny and Allan? I've never heard of them before! Actually… When I think about it I feel like I have met them before… But where… Either that or I've seen them. Damn it all! I'm going crazy now too! Impmon got up off the floor and used a piece of paper under a pile that was not covered in the oil-blood. He wiped his seat off and then sat down. The little, imp type digimon sighed. This was one weird couple of days. A thought struck him. Where have I been going after court? It's been going on for about three days now. Where do I go between sessions? I don't remember! Damn! Something is wrong with me! But what? I don't know! Godramon damn it! Impmon tuned to Allan. "We're going to win this right?"
Allan turned to him with a slight hint of worry in his eyes. Then it flickered out and left with a sign. His countenance remained emotionless. "We might. But I can't say so for sure."
"Can't say so for sure? He killed Guardromon and tried to kill you! He had a bat the day that Calumon was killed! How can you not think that we'll win?"
"Guardromon didn't get to finished his statement."
Impmon stumbled and fell out of his seat.
