A/N – This s a very long chapter. Took me a really long time to type this up and edit it. Its very technical and I did do some research but this really important to how this story will continue on. I hope you enjoy! =)
Chapter 14 – From the Outside Looking In: Observations from a Nobody
I sit there and just watch.
This is Beatrice Prior's murder trial and its about to start. I don't know what I'm hoping for, but to be honest, I don't really care. Sure, she's got a lot of talent and people say she's the key to the win over this revolution but I'm not the type of person to get involved. I just stay amongst the crowd and let whatever, happen. It's no good to pick a side, because usually, many sacrifices are made.
I don't intend to be one of them.
But I've only heard of Beatrice Prior. Yes, her actions have affected me. She's made things tenser across the factions, but when she was gone, people somehow appreciated the effort she made…and that brought peace. Yes, there was fear because we knew that Erudite and David were out there but we got to live a lot more comfortably these couple of years and I'm grateful for that.
I sit in the courtroom where people can see the trial. I'm one of the first to be there, and I just sit there and watch. I see a flushed and red-faced Four come out of one of those doors that lead to the defendant's room behind the chambers and he comes to sit next to the empty seat beside me. Then he breathes out heavily and hangs his head as he repeatedly rubs his hands to his face.
With a dazed look, one hand lands on his lips and he swipes his fingers back and forth and a small grin forms. I sit there confused as to why he looks that way but not wanting to risk any attention drawn on me by staring at him, I look away.
Before I knew it, many people started pouring in from the doors and people start to crowd around where the attendees could sit. I see a few people from Dauntless come in and Four waves them over to sit in our row. Four stands up and immediately grabs a tanned-skin, black haired woman into a fierce hug. I see her immediately wrap her hands around him and she hugs him just as hard. They pull away from each other and he says to her, "Christina, it's going to be alright. If there's anyone that can get through this, its Tris." The woman named Christina nods her head and responds, "I know, but I'm still worried. I mean, with her as her attorney, though?"
Wait, whose Beatrice's attorney?
Just as I was thinking of all the possibilities; suddenly, of all people, Jeanine Matthews comes out and walks over to the large wooden table, where the defense lawyers were suppose to sit. Then, everyone around me started murmuring and talking, all the whispers and gestures imply one thing; what the hell is Jeanine Matthews doing here?
The judge comes out, and people still don't stop with their murmurs and whispers, leading to the judge banging on his gavel multiple times before he bevels out in a loud roar.
"Everyone please be seated and be quiet before I find those in contempt. At heart, I am a very shy man, so I will not hesitate to kick you out if needed. Got it?"
At the same time, we all see Beatrice Prior come out from the doors, and she looks…strong. So many people start to whisper and point their fingers…but this doesn't seem to bother her. Her head is held high and she walks with a strong stance up until she is led behind the small barred cell against the side of the courtroom.
Then, it begins.
"Will the defendant please rise?" The Bailiff looks pointedly at her. She then looks at the jury straight in the eye as she stands up.
"Okay, lets formally begin. Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Calling the case of the murder of Jordan Larson against the defendant Beatrice Prior. Are both sides ready?" Beatrice Prior then sits back down.
Jeanine Matthews stands up with grace and great poise and begins, "We are ready for the defense, Your Honor. I will start by introducing myself to the court. My name is Jeanine Matthews and I hold multiple in Law and Political Science. I am an attorney originally from Erudite and am here to defend my client, Beatrice Prior, from the murder charge against her."
The district attorney also introduces himself as Dillion Carr, but we all know that he's a low-life attorney that was handed the position after the mess of Erudite, since any political figures, including lawyers, have to be from that faction. He's been known to be a nasty piece of work, often torturing defendants in the courtroom for hours, and often been bribed to make it seem like the innocent was guilty…this was one corrupt bastard.
The jury is then sworn in and the trial starts with opening statements.
Dillion starts off with the clear statement of what Beatrice was charged with and proclaims that witnesses and strong evidence will be put forth through the trial to prove that she was guilty.
Then Jeanine Matthews proceeds to walk up to the jury when it was her turn of the opening statements, "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury; under the law, my client, Beatrice Prior is presumed innocent until proven guilty. During this trial, you will hear no real evidence against my client. You will come to know the truth: that Beatrice Prior was not present where the murder took place, and that she was set up to take the fall for this crime. I urge you all to listen to the facts about this case without any preconceived judgments or bias. But that you listen to the voices that will help build a strong case that my client, is not guilty."
It was impressive to see the Jeanine Matthews at work in my presence. She is strong and she seems to not have a doubt in what she's doing.
"Okay, opening statements are over, let's take a 10 minute recess." The judge gives the okay during the first part of the trial and the bailiff tells everybody to rise and some people leave and some stay.
Four seems so nervous that his leg just doesn't stop shaking. It's honestly quite annoying, so I say something, "Do you mind if you stop that, bro?" I point at his bouncing leg; "You're making me antsy." I grimace.
He sheepishly apologizes, "I'm sorry, man. I'm just really nervous. That woman means the world to me; nothing can happen to her." He then goes off into his own world in explaining how important Beatrice prior is to him.
"Even when she's in shackles, isn't she beautiful-" I cut him off with a very important question..
"Don't you have a wife?" I ask incredulously? My eyes widen at the fact that he's so passionate about another woman…that's certainly not his wife.
His wedding was on the news; it was quite the event, when the great Four married on after 4 years of the death of his old lover. It was on the newspapers at the time and his anniversary with his wife is on the paper at least once a year nowadays.
He looks at me with his mouth open and his shoulders hang low and slacken, as if he was just stricken of surprise with the reminder of his wife, "Yes…I am."
And that's where this conversation ends.
Awkward silence ensues for the remaining minutes of this small break and people start to come in again. The awkward tension subsides as we both focus on the trial again as the judge sits back at his seat. He explains that the next part of the trial is where the defense or the prosecution calls in witnesses and presents evidence that will prove their case, also that the jury may only consider the evidence if he, himself admits the evidence when they meet to decided whether of not Beatrice Prior is guilty, or not.
The first witness called up by the prosecution is Laurel Stucci, the girlfriend of the victim.
"Raise you right hand. Do you promise that the testimony you shall give in the case before this court shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
She croaks out, "I do." This woman's eyes were brimmed with tears as she presses her lips together in a straight line. But her hands tremble, as it stays raised up into the air. She looks to the right at the defendant, and proceeds to state her name to the court for the record. She then sits down quietly and waits for Dillion Carr's questions.
"Ms. Stucci, this is such a tragic case, the death of your boyfriend, since you guys have been together for years, this must be such a hard time for you-"
"Objection! Is there a question? The severity of this murder case was already explained in the beginning of the trial. Move on, counselor." Jeanine Matthews stands up and objects loudly. Her face shows impatience and annoyance, and it's like what? Barely five minutes into the second part of the trial?
"Sustained. The prosecution needs to start asking questions or I will find that this witness be taken out of consideration." Dang, this trial is not starting off right for that slumbag, Carr.
"Okay, Your Honor. Continuing on; Ms. Stucci, where were you at the time when the victim, Jordan Larson was murdered?"
She takes a shaky breath and replies, "It was after training as we all headed towards the inside of the Dauntless building, I had to go to the bathroom so I left Tris and Jordan to go." Then the waterworks started.
"The last thing I said to him was 'I'll see you later.'" She starts sobbing but the judge was having none of it.
"Ms. Stucci, please answer the questions clearly without any added details." The judge started rolling his eyes. Wow, isn't that kind of harsh? But to be honest, no one has time for that; it's a murder trial for goodness' sake. Yes, I feel kind of bad, but we don't want these added feelings and details to sway the jury when we only need to see the evidence.
I'm getting kind of nervous.
"Ms. Stucci, let me clarify, the very last time you saw the victim was when he was with the defendant, Beatrice Prior?" He walks up to her in the podium and looks straight at her.
"Yes." She looks at Ms. Prior and we see flashes of anger in her eyes.
"Thanks, Ms. Stucci for your statement." Carr walks back to his seat with glimmer in his eyes.
Jeanine Matthews stands up and straightens herself and she slides her fingers down the lapel of her blazer and proceeds to ask Ms. Stucci her questions.
"Ms. Stucci, how long does it take for you go to the bathroom from the top of the building?" Straight and to the point.
"Uhm, I don't know, maybe 5 minutes?" She looks at Jeanine Matthews in confusion.
"Was the victim outside waiting for you when you left the restroom?" She looks at Ms. Stucci with an expected gaze.
"No, he wasn't. He was already murdered-"
"Who told you this information?" Jeanine cuts her off, demanding to know who gave her this information.
"The officer that was handling this case!"
"You mean, Officer White?" She points at the office sitting in the row behind me and we all turn to look at him. He looks very unhappy and then folds his arms and puffs out his chest in defiance.
"Yes, he told me that my boyfriend was murdered near the bathroom while I was in there." She looks like she's about to cry again.
Jeanine Matthews chuckles, "Well, Ms. Stucci, you were misled. The victim was found murdered approximately three hours after you left the bathroom. The coroner pronounced him to have been dead at least fifteen minutes after you said you left the bathroom. The victim was also murdered about 150 feet from the restroom in an empty corridor, not anywhere near the bathroom. Also, you were not the last to see the defendant and the victim together, so your statements cannot give any real relevance to this case," She then walks towards the jury, "The victim's girlfriend was misled by the officer that not only was the murder taken place near the bathroom, but whilst she was in there. Her testimony is unreliable and should not be considered as evidence." She walks back to the table, the "click" of her stiletto heels echo around the room as she walks along the floor.
"Ms. Matthews, that is for me to decide, not the jury. But I do agree, this witness' statements are not to be considered or relevant to this case." The judge bellows.
Ms. Stucci walks always from the podium and she looks crushed, her eyes shiny from newfound tears, whist even more red and bloodshot than before. She walks away and leaves the courtroom. I wonder what she's thinking, perhaps guilt for not being able to help with the murder case?
The next person called is Jon Tangiss, a fellow Dauntless-transfer,
He gets sworn in and once again, the prosecution starts with the questioning, "Mr. Tangiss, official reports say that you were the last to see the couple together, am I correct?
This Jon Tangiss gives a small smirk before he responds; I can tell already that he has some sort of agenda, "Yes. We were done with training and we all walked as a group back into the building. We all separated once we were in there and I saw Tris and Jordan walking down the stairs towards the bathroom. The rest of us all went to the cafeteria for food."
"You saw the both of them heading towards the bathroom?"
"Yes, I did." The smirk returns. I don't even know this guy but I find I'd like to strike him.
"Thanks. That's all I needed to hear." Carr turns and flanks back to his seat once again. His spirits a lot better since his first witness was thrown out of the case.
Matthews proceeds, "Your honor, I'd like to present one piece of evidence as Exhibit A. A floor plan of the top floor on the Dauntless Headquarters."
The bailiff takes out an enlarged floor plan and presents it on a standee next to the witness, as a small piece of paper is handed to the judge. I presume it's the miniature version of the same evidence and the judge nods his head and says, "I approve. You may presume."
"Mr. Tangiss, what you see is the blueprint of the top floor. Can you tell me what is between the stairs and the bathroom? Along the 100-feet of length in between them?"
"I'm not sure what you're asking of me?" He looks in confusion.
Matthews walks up to the witness and then turns to the floor plan, she points at the opening between the stairs and the bathroom and there it is.
Another path of a hallway leading to the east side of the building.
"What is this?" She asks of him.
"That's a hallway leading to the training rooms." Jon's smirk seems to be nonexistent now.
"Where is located?" She presses on.
"It's along the left side and you could veer left before going straight to the bathrooms. " He says it clearly.
"You said that you saw them heading down the stairs before you guys separated. So you didn't get a chance to see the defendant turn left shortly after-"
"Objection, Your Honor, speculation!"
"Sustained, please rephrase your question, Counsel Matthews." The judge grants the objection fairly.
"Of course, Your Honor. Mr. Langiss, did you see clearly, that both the victim and the defendant walked straight right up to the bathrooms?"
"Didn't I tell you? I saw them walking down the stairs to them-"
"So you did not see them walking straight up to the bathrooms?" She cuts him off sharply.
He moves to say something but gets caught up, "No I did not."
"Your Honor, this defendant may have been the last to see the defendant and the victim together, but all he witnessed was not the clear truth of what happened. My client separated with the victim after they have descended the stairs and she turned to the left to do more training as the defendant kept going straight to meet up his girlfriend. This detail was also clearly written in my defendant's statement after she was arrested and taken in for interrogation. This witness does not have enough credibility to strengthen the defense's argument that Beatrice Prior was indeed the very last person to have been seen with the victim."
The picture seems to be getting clearer now, but I wonder why they would even charge Beatrice Prior on such shaky evidence?
"I'd like to present Exhibit B as evidence, Your Honor." The defense requests and the judge granted it.
"This is a shirt drenched in blood, the owner of this shirt is Beatrice Prior, whom is also the defendant that we call up to the stand."
Beatrice prior stares at the shirt as she is let out of the small cell. She walks up to the stand as her shackles rattle against the floor and the chains screeches as it bangs together from movement. She gets sworn in but never leaves her gaze from the shirt as she sits down.
"Ms. Prior, do you know whose blood is on this shirt?" The defense places the shirt in front of her.
"No, because I don't know how it got there." Smart answer.
"Is the name on the shirt, yours?" We can see that her name was on the tag, marked as 'TRIS.'"
"Yes."
"So this is your shirt."
"Yes."
"So you're telling me that you don't know how the victim's blood was on your shirt?"
"No. I didn't kill him. I was in the training room and I was nowhere near where he was murdered-"
He walks up the Ms. Prior's face and roars out- "YET HERE WE ARE WITH THE VICTIM'S BLOOD ALL OVER A SHIRT THAT YOU ADMITTED WAS YOURS?"
"OBJECTION. The defense is badgering the defendant unethically." Matthews looks like she's about to blow a gasket.
"Sustained. Counsel Carr, I will find you in contempt if this happens again. Change your attitude, I will not allow that type of unprofessionalism in my court, you understand?" The judge looks at Carr with digust.
"Yes, your Honor," He turns back to the defendant, "This shirt was found under the bed where you were sleeping in your bag, how did it get there?"
"I don't know how that shirt has Jordan's blood, I did not kill him." She shrugs impatiently.
"Ms. Prior, is your bag locked with a small combination lock?"
"Yes."
"You were the only one to know the combination?"
"Yes, but-"
"That's all I need to hear from you, Ms. Prior."
If looks could kill, Carr would've just died right there. I can see how pissed Ms. Prior is from the stand as she shakes from anger.
Carr turns to the jury, "The defendant's shirt is drenched in the victims blood, and forensics matched the oxidation from that blood to the time frame when the murder occurred. A bloodied shirt in a bag with a lock that only the defendant can unlock? This proves that she-" He turns to point at Ms. Prior, "was the one that murdered the victim, Jordan Larson." He walks back to his seat with some sort of strut, like he has swagger, when he just looks like a douche.
Jeanine Matthews takes a deep breath and asks of her client, "Haven't you ever lent out clothes to other female Dauntless-transfers?" Introducing other possible suspects for reasonable doubt. Smart move.
"I don't keep track but, yes, I have done that before. Sometimes they don't get back to me and I also borrow clothes from people as well."
"Very well, Ms. Prior. Also, is there a door to the co-ed room where all the transfers are stationed at?"
"No, it's just an opening of the hallway from the higher floor and a long stairway that leads to the bottom into our co-ed room."
"So you're saying that anyone can get in or out of that room?"
"Yes." I can see the strain in her body slowly start to unravel, that she's seems more comfortable under these questions.
"Your Honor, I'd like to ask for another piece of evidence to be presented to the court."
The judge looks over and grants it once again.
Jeanine Matthews takes out the evidence, which is purple combination lock and turns it so that we can see the back. She shows it to the jury and to us and I'll be damned.
There are three numbers on the back, written with a black marker.
"Ms. Prior, can you tell me what this is?"
"It's the combination to the lock. I write it down there so I won't forget. No one actually takes things from my bag. But its just there as a warning to the men who want to see what I wear underneath."
"So this lock was just a means to stop some perverts from snooping around your belongings?"
"Yes."
"Thanks, Ms. Prior." She nods her head to the defendant and as she walks away from the podium, Matthews presents her case again.
"This lock was taken in as evidence when Beatrice Prior was arrested, meaning that no one has the motive to write down the combination after it was confiscated. Also, the defense proved that since no one knew the combination other than the defendant, only she could have written the answer on the lock. In an open co-ed room with something as close to "public access," anyone could have came into the room whilst everyone was sleeping and taken the bag and unlocked it from seeing the combination behind the lock and frame my client. Also, a picture was taken of the bag, and now I will present this as evidence," she hands a photo to the judge in which he nods, "in which the lock and the bag is clearly separated without any damage. The photo was taken by the police and therefore, I can deduce that they opened the bag with the combination behind the lock with as much ease as the real murderer, which is not the defendant, Beatrice Prior."
Carr has never looked so intimidated and out of luck, he turns to his paralegal and they begin to converse with one another as Matthews walks up to her seat with a small grin and even more confidence.
"Is there any more evidence to be presented before the closing statements?"
Matthews, once again rises and presents a tape to the judge. The judge acknowledges the tape and the bailiff shows the content to the court.
"This is footage of what happened at 6:04 pm when the murder happens." It's just a gray and black, fizzled out screen.
"Someone tampered with the security footage of what happened, but we do get to see the defendant and the victim before his death." Wait what, is she trying to present evidence of her client and the victim together before he was murdered? Evidence against her client?
The bailiff rewinds the tape and we see Ms. Prior and Mr. Larson walking together down the stairs and then the footage cuts out again. I don't see the point to this video…
"It may not have been clear, so I will rewind it and play it in slow motion, and make the definition clearer."
The zoomed in picture is now in slow motion and Matthews points out, "You see this line here?" She points at a faint line on the edge of the screen before it cuts out, "This line is the opening of the hallway going towards the east of the building. You can also see here," She points at the shoulders of the defendant, "that the angle of her body suggests that she is about to turn towards the left. Now I presume that the defendant is not walking straight into the wall, right?" Everyone in the court chuckles, including the judge, I might add.
"Also, from the floor plan we presented earlier, we also calculated the distance between the stairs and the hallway and converted it into a ratio in which we can prove that the defendant was indeed walking towards the training rooms after she parted ways with the victim." She presses a button and the screen shows some mathematical figures that I think would support her argument. My eyesight isn't that great and I hate numbers.
"Which brings in the question, if she was the murderer, how did she cut out the footage? There is absolutely no evidence suggesting another accomplice and the forensics has deemed that there was only one murderer. Which leads to me asking again, why would she leave her victim and only come back to kill him again, twenty minutes later when they were already alone to begin with?
But there is also something that would prove that the defendant did not kill Jordan Larson."
She goes forward with tape and plays the content, we see another video of Beatrice Prior walking up to the training rooms and she fast-forwards it for about an hour and a half from the time stamp on the bottom of the screen, starting at three minutes after she parts with the victim and until we see the doors opening and Ms. Prior leaves.
"This footage was recovered from the IT department, and although it took many days and countless hours," I see in the corner of my eye, where Four straightens up and smiles, and I see him turn toward the defendant and she smiles at him with tears falling down, she mouths something like, "Thank You," and he smiles and mouths something back too.
Matthews continues, "It's evident that the defendant could not have murdered Mr. Larson."
"The defense, do you have any counter arguments to this evidence?" The judge allows the prosecution to counter-argue since the defense isn't required to turn in all the evidence they find to the prosecution beforehand.
"Yes your honor. We can see that the cut footage was during a time frame where it could have been minutes after the video started cutting out when the victim was murdered. The defendant could have simply went to the training room where equipment was already prepared and she cut out the security cameras and then proceeded to the bathrooms to kill Mr. Larson. The defense's evidence of the tape was so choppy that minutes were cut off at a time. The defendant could have left the training room, and then have come back and then stayed for a period of time before leaving." This guy was scrapping for anything at this point. A choppy video recording? Leaving and coming back three times to conceal a murder that's on the other side of the building? Leaving without the equipment she presumably needed to cut the security footage? Leaving it in the training room? Really?
In my heart, I have already decided that Beatrice Prior was not guilty.
"Your honor, let me present another compelling piece of evidence to the court." She hands him a file and another witness s called to the stand. A forensics coroner named Dr. Azrani.
"Dr. Azrani, can you please describe the wounds on Mr. Larson's body?"
"Yes, I certain can. The stab wounds on the victims body was created at a 145 angle. I deduced, that this person had to be at least 5'l0 to make these wounds. A certain amount of force is needed to stab the victim to create these deep cuts, and looking at the defendant at 5'5, and weighing 120 pounds, it is impossible."
Matthews gave her thanks to the witness and then Carr walked up.
"The defendant is a skilled Dauntless who prizes many strengths, and she once dropped a punching bag to the floor with her strength, how is it not possible for her to kill the victim?"
Dr. Azrani replies, "The stab wounds are at a certain angle. There are three scenarios where the wounds could have happened; with the victim standing up, bending down, and on the floor on his back. The defendant is simply not tall enough to create those stab wounds in the first scenario, yes the force could have been exerted, but her height cannot compensate for it.
Next, with the victim bending at a half-rise position, the defendant's arms could not reach under the victim's large body without any defensive wounds to her arms as well. The knife used to stab the victim has a small hilt, and with the force needed to move forward, the defendant's hand must have been sliced as well. I reviewed the defendant's hands before this trial and found no open cuts or scabs of any kind, which is impossible because even a scar should have been left, even if it had been one month after the murder.
The third and last possible position is with the victim lying on his back on some sort of surface, possibly the ground. The defendant would have to crouch in such a position that she'd risk stabbing herself at this angle when in such an inward angle. A person is inclined to stab at a straight angle, perpendicular to the surface of what they're stabbing at if the subject is lying on the ground.
The most likely scenario is with the victim standing up, and stabbed by someone with equal height or taller than him."
This concluded the trial.
Beatrice Prior is not guilty. This was a no-brainer, right?
Carr gave a half-assed closing statement that was so crappy that no one would believe he was right.
Then, Matthews closed it out with a bang. "The defendant was caught in such a position in which she was framed for a murder of a victim that was near and dear to her heart. He was a companion to her as he and his girlfriend were some of the only friends that she had after amnesia of six years. There was no such evidence that has been presented by the defense that I have not shot down with cold, hard facts that state that my client is not the murderer. Under reasonable doubt that should be warranted after the shaky, and supposed "evidence" presented by the defense, you have to reach a unanimous decision that the defendant, Beatrice Prior, is not guilty. For the sake of the victim, in which the real murderer is out there who framed my innocent client and needs to be found and put in trial, and for justice, you must return a verdict of NOT GUILTY." Her fists pounded at the short wall that separated the jury from the courtroom.
Jeanine Matthews straightened herself as she did in the beginning of the trial, and walked back to the table. She looked at Ms. Prior and nodded her head once, and then looked ahead as the jury left the courtroom.
It took five minutes.
"Will the jury foreperson please stand? Have you reached a unanimous verdict?" The judge waits for the foreperson to reply.
"Yes."
"What is the verdict?"
The foreperson raises the sheet of paper in his hands, he clears his throat, as if to purposely prolong the suspense, he finally says-
"The defendant is not guilty."
All hell breaks loose and the room is erupted in full of cheers and hollers of happiness. I stand with everyone else and I pump my fist into the air. I whistle and screech at this epic win. I turn around and give out high-fives and receive them as well. I hug the person next to me on the left and then I look around; I observe.
The judge doesn't even care to announce the verdict to the court as he just bangs his gavel and goes back into his chambers, not before a small smile appears on his face right before he leaves the court.
Four sits besides me, with his fists clenched and then arms appear around his shoulders as he gets flung back and forth from the grip of the tanned-skin woman name Christina who swings around with him in happiness. His face then turns stoic as his body tenses up. He then looks up at Beatrice Prior and then suddenly jumps around the boundary and walks up to the cell.
Just as he reaches the halfway point of the room, Beatrice Prior gets unlocked from the shackles and the door to her cell opens. Four goes up to Jeanine Matthews and shakes her hand and gives his thanks as he is still staring at Beatrice Prior. She stares at him as well and then its like some sort of cosmic even where all I could see was the two of them, frozen in time with eyes just for each other.
I finally understand why Four was babbling about this woman instead of his wife. Then, time snaps back to the present and as they walk towards each other.
His - light and rushed,
Hers - heavy and fumbling.
He catches her in an embrace that I don't even know how to explain. I can only hope that I can hug my future wife like that soon. She jumped into his open arms with her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on the back of her thighs. They both burrow their face into each other's necks and I can see from their heads moving that they exchange a few words and then, I notice her arms slide down from his back and her legs slide off as well; she starts to fall backwards and Four immediately leans down to catch her before she hits the ground.
Four kneels onto the ground with Beatrice Prior, unconscious, and leaning against his arms as he tries so wake her up by shaking her shoulders.
Cheers of excitement turn into gasps of horror. Jeanine Matthews orders someone to call the ambulance. The tanned-skin woman starts to whimper and jumps over the boundary as well. People behind me start to murmur and whisper just as they did in the beginning of the trial.
I just sit there and observe,
And chaos ensues.
A/N – im no expert in law or how a courtroom really functions. I watched a lot of law and order (haha) and researched a bunch and asked different friends and professors of mine that are lawyers and have law degrees.
I tried my best!
Reviews are great appreciated as always! =)
Oh and happy CYN! =)