Part 20
Jack paces the room. "What is your name?" Jack says turning to Tomas sitting in the beanbag chair.
"Tomas Alverez." He states quietly, wondering what the hell is going on. He is unaware that Jack is a serial killer, but he senses danger.
"Okay, now, your full name is George Jacobi Fraley, isn't that correct, -or- would you like me to use your real jewish last name for this trial, the one your family had before they came to America." Jack asks, turning to George.
"Fraley is my legal name." George answers, very quietly, trying to stop the sensation he has to fall asleep. His head is spinning, and he is finding it hard to focus on to Jack. He wonders when this nightmare will end, and wishes it only were one, and he could end it soon by waking up.
"Okay. Now we have established everyone's names. This is the trial against Rich Warren, for indecent acts to one Samantha Waters. The Honorable Jack O' Trades proceedding. All rise." Jack tells them all. Rich stands up, and George pulls himself up painfully, Tomas follows almost gets stuck in the beanbag chair a second as he scrambles up to stand. Rich glances at George for a second, and frowns, he knows George is suffering from vertigo, and doesn't know how he is able to stand up, without support. It marvels him, the power George can force himself to have sometimes.
"You may be seated." They do as he says, and sit once more.George, almost collapsing onto the couch. "Are you the consel for Mr. Warren?" Jack asks George.
George glances at Rich, Rich gives him a smile.He thinks for a moment, how can he do this. He can't abandon Rich, yet, Rich abandoned him, and he really wants no part of trying to explain to Jack of all people, that what Rich did was just. How can he defend him, he hadn't even seen the website.
Jack noticing his faltering, smiles. "If you would like to see the crime, before you decide, I, as Honorable, O Trades, will surely allow this. Under one condition."
George sighs inwardly. He cannot even imagine the condition. "Which is what?"
"When you look at it, you do not face it towards anyone, The Honorable Judge has seen more than his share of it.Unless, you don't find that reasonable, Mr. Fraley." Jack says with a fake smile. "Then, we can easily settle this manner in a much quicker way."
"Its reasonable."
"Go get your laptop, then."
George gives a weak nod, and then scurries out of the room, to his bedroom. As he enters, the soft blue sheets on the bed call to him, and he has to struggle not to fall into them. He knows Jack will not hear of it, and if he tarries too long in his room, the deaths may get more violent. He frowns, wishing he didn't feel suffocated by a madman's time. He thought when he had found Rich had AIDS that it had been the worse feeling in the world. He wished he could think of a plan, to make this all go away, but he couldn't, and this made him sad. He had needed Rich, and Rich had most definetly needed him, but he had turned away. Rich had turned away, and now, that he realizes the damage, hes done, its too late. George grabs the canvas bag with his laptop in it, with a frown, and tries to hurry against the spinning shag carpet. His eye drifts out the window as he is about to head out of the room, is he hallcunating, -or- could that really appear to be his salvation out there. He blinks. He isn't hallcunating.
(more to come)
Jack paces the room. "What is your name?" Jack says turning to Tomas sitting in the beanbag chair.
"Tomas Alverez." He states quietly, wondering what the hell is going on. He is unaware that Jack is a serial killer, but he senses danger.
"Okay, now, your full name is George Jacobi Fraley, isn't that correct, -or- would you like me to use your real jewish last name for this trial, the one your family had before they came to America." Jack asks, turning to George.
"Fraley is my legal name." George answers, very quietly, trying to stop the sensation he has to fall asleep. His head is spinning, and he is finding it hard to focus on to Jack. He wonders when this nightmare will end, and wishes it only were one, and he could end it soon by waking up.
"Okay. Now we have established everyone's names. This is the trial against Rich Warren, for indecent acts to one Samantha Waters. The Honorable Jack O' Trades proceedding. All rise." Jack tells them all. Rich stands up, and George pulls himself up painfully, Tomas follows almost gets stuck in the beanbag chair a second as he scrambles up to stand. Rich glances at George for a second, and frowns, he knows George is suffering from vertigo, and doesn't know how he is able to stand up, without support. It marvels him, the power George can force himself to have sometimes.
"You may be seated." They do as he says, and sit once more.George, almost collapsing onto the couch. "Are you the consel for Mr. Warren?" Jack asks George.
George glances at Rich, Rich gives him a smile.He thinks for a moment, how can he do this. He can't abandon Rich, yet, Rich abandoned him, and he really wants no part of trying to explain to Jack of all people, that what Rich did was just. How can he defend him, he hadn't even seen the website.
Jack noticing his faltering, smiles. "If you would like to see the crime, before you decide, I, as Honorable, O Trades, will surely allow this. Under one condition."
George sighs inwardly. He cannot even imagine the condition. "Which is what?"
"When you look at it, you do not face it towards anyone, The Honorable Judge has seen more than his share of it.Unless, you don't find that reasonable, Mr. Fraley." Jack says with a fake smile. "Then, we can easily settle this manner in a much quicker way."
"Its reasonable."
"Go get your laptop, then."
George gives a weak nod, and then scurries out of the room, to his bedroom. As he enters, the soft blue sheets on the bed call to him, and he has to struggle not to fall into them. He knows Jack will not hear of it, and if he tarries too long in his room, the deaths may get more violent. He frowns, wishing he didn't feel suffocated by a madman's time. He thought when he had found Rich had AIDS that it had been the worse feeling in the world. He wished he could think of a plan, to make this all go away, but he couldn't, and this made him sad. He had needed Rich, and Rich had most definetly needed him, but he had turned away. Rich had turned away, and now, that he realizes the damage, hes done, its too late. George grabs the canvas bag with his laptop in it, with a frown, and tries to hurry against the spinning shag carpet. His eye drifts out the window as he is about to head out of the room, is he hallcunating, -or- could that really appear to be his salvation out there. He blinks. He isn't hallcunating.
(more to come)