A/N. Soooo sorry it took so long to update but I've been really busy so this was the soonest I could update! Sorry to keep you guys waiting! This is the best I could do on the whole trial thing and I'm sorry if I didn't get it exactly right but I think it went pretty well. Anyway, read on!

Max's POV

The prosecutor—Ms. Benson—walked up to me and cleared her throat.

I was breathing deeply to calm myself and I wiped my hands on my jeans since they were wet with sweat. It's just like an interview, Max, I told myself. Was it just me or was it cold in here? I glanced at Fang who gave me a small nod of encouragement and somehow I found my resolve.

"Max, where were you the night of August 3rd?" she asked me.

Did I remember where I was that night? Of course I did. Would you forget the night your life changed forever?

I glanced at the jury before answering and took another breath. "I was staying late at the library cause' I had a huge biology test," I answered.

"And what did you see as you walked home?" she asked me.

"I saw a girl get killed."

"And did you see who did this?" She looked me in the eyes and I knew this was a crucial moment "Is the offender in this room?"

I let my eyes drift to Dylan and I saw him mouth to me "Don't do it." Did he really expect me not to testify? After all he put me through? I remembered his smile when he shot the girl. I remembered my life being taken away from me. I remembered all the protocol of witness protection. I remembered how hard it had been for my family. I remembered being kidnapped in the warehouse. I remembered him trying to kill me. I remembered the spy in the agency. I remembered when he made me doubt my friends. I remembered just now when Agent Cartwright died. I remembered every single hell he put me through.

"He is Ms. Benson. He's the guy in the light green shirt over there," I said with conviction and pointed at Dylan.

"Can you describe what you saw exactly?"

I took a deep breath and went back to the night that changed my life. I had pushed it to the back of my mind but it was still as clear as day.

"I was walking home from the library when I heard a scream and I ran to where I heard a scream," I started and Ms. Benson interrupted.

"Most people would run away when they hear a scream so why didn't you?" she asked me and I shrugged.

"I'm not most people. When I hear a scream my first instinct isn't to run away from the danger; my first instinct is to face it head-on and help whoever's in trouble," I answered honestly.

"So what happened next?"

"I saw a man pointing a gun at a girl. She looked like she was about to scream again when he pulled the trigger. I saw her fall to the ground and I knew she was dead. The man turned to me and that's when I saw his face. I'll never forget his face and I know I'm looking at it right now," I answered.

Dylan was glaring at me and for a moment I was scared but then I remembered that I had nothing to be afraid of—not anymore anyway.

"No more questions, your honor," Ms. Benson said and went back to sit down.

The defense lawyer stood up and I recognized him as Mr. Foley. I don't understand why people like him defend people like Dylan. He knew Dylan was guilty and yet he still defended him.

"You said you were staying late a library, correct?" he asked me. I frowned at the question but still answered.

"Yes."

"And you were studying biology, correct?"

"Yes."

"So let me get this straight, Ms. Ride. It was late at night, you just finished studying and you were probably worn out from school. How can you be certain that you saw my client? For all you know it was someone else entirely," he argued.

Ms. Benson stood up "Objection, your honor! Speculation!" she said.

"It questions the witness's credibility," Mr. Foley reasoned.

"I'll allow it for now but don't overdo it, Mr. Foley," the judge sighed and motioned for him to continue.

"How can you be sure that the man you saw was Mr. Dylan Johnson?" he asked me.

I was clenching my fists and I had to restrain myself from punching this guy's lights out.

"Tell me, Mr. Foley," I said leaning my arms on the stand "if you saw a man shoot someone and almost shoot you, would you forget their face? My life changed that night and I have been through a lot of hell because of him so yeah, I think I can say that I'm sure he was the guy," I said venomously.

Two red spots appeared on Mr. Foley's cheeks. I glanced at Fang and I saw him hiding a smirk.

"And if you are wrong then you are sending an innocent man to jail," he told me.

"And if he doesn't go to jail then you'll just have to keep living with that on your conscience," I countered, and he turned even redder.

"No more questions," he muttered then took a seat.

"You may leave the witness stand Ms. Ride," the judge said and I went to sit next to Fang and Agent Whittaker.

"How was it?" I whispered to her.

"You did well; I think we'll get him," she whispered back.

I let out a sigh of relief. Fang seemed to sense my emotions and took my hand in his. "It's almost over," he reminded me and I nodded.

"The defense rests, your honor," Mr. Foley said.

"And the people?" the judge asked.

"The people rest, your honor," Ms. Benson answered.

"Closing arguments will be presented tomorrow. This court is adjourned," the judge said.

There was a lot of chatter as the jurors and speculators got up to leave the court room. "Why didn't they bring up the kidnapping?" I asked Agent Whittaker as we left.

"There wasn't enough evidence and wasn't admissible in court," she shrugged.

"You okay?" Fang asked and put his arm around me.

"Yeah, I'm fine but I think I'll call my mom and tell her what's been going on," I told him and he nodded.

I was glad my testifying was over but I was still worried about the closing arguments and then the verdict and all I could think was What fresh hell will tomorrow bring?

A/N. And there you have it! The next chapter will have the closing arguments and other stuff. Anyway, review! They make my day and it would really brighten up my week (ya know cause' school's so stressful and stuff).

Question of the day: What's your favorite subject in school?

-Indy