I really don't feel like repeating a disclaimer.
Ok, I told myself when I wrote the 1st chapter, I'm gonna leave these ppl waiting for the next post for a long time to annoy them. But I have no life so I'm inside allot, my imagination won't quit, I keep writing more chapters, and I want more reviews. So here you go, chapter 12. Lol.
Oh yeah, this chapter takes place one week from the night Ket was arrested. This is her trial, in case you can't figure that out.
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"Where were you the night of March 12th?" The prosecutor asked, looking straight at Ket. She looked back.
"You forgot the year." She replied.
The judge glared at her. "Just answer the question."
"I don't know." Ket said. The prosecutor, a lean man with mean face and slicked back hair, stared at Ket suspiciously.
"You don't know?" he asked.
Ket put on a confused face. "Who said the I didn't know?"
"You did." The prosecutor replied.
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you did."
"Did not."
"Did."
"Not."
"Did."
"Not not not!"
"Did did did!" the prosecutor shouted, getting angry. Ket laughed.
"For a professional, you sure sound like a child." The prosecutor fumed as Ket turned to the judge, an old fat man. "I think the prosecution is unable to conduct a proper case, and should be either removed or replaced immediately."
The judge leaned over to Ket, who was in the witness booth. "You better clean up your act when your in this booth, young lady," he hissed. Ket thought about it for a moment.
"Why is it called a witness booth when I'm in it?" she thought aloud. "I thought I was the defense." The judge glared at her, so she shrugged and looked at the courtroom. The judge and prosecutor, they were fun to annoy, she thought. Hmm, security guards. Evil security guards. And people, lots of people come to see me get thrown in jail for the rest of my miserable life. She looked at the audience, towards the back.
'Hey,' she thought. 'There's someone with hair like Justin's!' She looked a little closer and raised an eyebrow. It was Justin, and Bobbie, and even Rogue. What were they doing here? In New York City? Justin winked at her, and she could see Bobbie and Rogue smiling at her.
"Well?" the prosecutor nearly yelled. Ket jumped and looked at him.
"Well what?" she asked. The prosecutor looked worn out. Good for him.
"What were you doing a week ago?" he practically screamed.
"Ah, that's what you are yelling about. I was in the woods near Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted."
"Do you go to school there?"
"How can I? I've been in jail for a week." The prosecutor sighed.
"Did you go there?" he asked.
"Go where?" Ket asked.
"What?"
"I object!" Ket practically shouted. The judge jumped.
"You object to what?" he asked.
"Yes, I object to what." Ket replied with a straight face.
"You object to what?" the judge asked.
"Yes."
"What do you object to?" There was giggling in the audience now, and the judge was getting mad. "Tell us what you object to, kid." He growled.
"I object to being shot in the leg, and I object to being held in a smelly jail cell, and I really object to this orange jumpsuit." The judge sighed and rubbed his forehead. Why him? He always got these cases. He motioned for the prosecutor to continue.
"Do you object to stabbing the fourteen men found a week ago?" The prosecutor asked. Ket shrugged.
"That would be pointless. As far as I know they are already dead. Probably buried by now to." She replied. The prosecutor glared at her. He had clearly had enough, and stepped up to the witness booth, putting his face right up near Ket's.
"I don't like kids like you," he said, "You hoodlum teens that think you can kill whoever you want, with your looks or a knife. Dying your hair, wearing black cloths, it disgusts me. But of all the teens I have ever laid eyes on, you are certainly the worst." He said, talking louder and backing away. Ket rolled her eyes, but he continued.
"You run from police, you smoke, you probably drink. You think it is ok to kill people. Kill people! And you think your going to get away with it." He paused for a breath, then glared at Ket. "People like you grow up to be the killers that kill innocents and go on killing sprees, and-" but Ket glared at him so feircly he stopped. She stood up all at once and started to speak.
"I am a killer," she spat, "But I only killed those men because of what they did to others, and me. You hate killers, yet you call them poor souls and defend them. I don't care if I disgust you in how I dress or act, in fact I dress and act like do because you don't like it. I'm through with killing, until someone attacks my friends or home, and then the Ket that killed those men will come back.
"As for smoking, I do. But so do over fifty million Americans. Do you disgust yourself? You smell like smoke. I bet you had one before you came in this room and started yelling at me for it. I do drink, if I can. But that's not so uncommon either. You shut up unless you can look me straight in the eye and tell me you have never gotten drunk in your life. And I don't dye my hair, it grows like this." Ket sat down. The courtroom had gone completely silent, you could hear a fly on the back wall from the front of the room. Ket leaned back in her chair.
"I plead guilty and rest my case," she said, laughing softly. The prosecutor looked at the judge, completely taken aback. The judge looked back and shrugged, also at loss for words.
"I, rest my case," the prosecutor said slowly. The judge turned to Ket, his mind had been made up the moment he had laid eyes on her, she knew that as well as anyone.
"I find Ket Kenton to be guilty with fourteen accounts of murder in the second degree. I also find that you were acting out of defense of your home and friends. You are sentenced to fourteen life terms in prison with no bail. Court is adjourned." Ket looked at the judge, who had stood up and was moving towards the door.
"Fat ass," she said. Then two guards grabbed her and hauled her away. Right before she was pushed through the door, however, she cried out.
"Take care of it, Jay! You take care of it for me!" Then she was shoved through. Justin knew what she meant. The knife, of course. He sat speechless as people left the courtroom. Ket would be in jail until she died! She was 18!
"Maybe we can visit her later," Bobbie said, tapping him on the shoulder. He and Rogue were already standing.
"Yeah," Justin muttered. He got up and followed his friends out of the courtroom, pausing only to spit on the prosecutor, who was also leaving.
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Ha ha, Ket was sentenced to life in prison and all that. Good for her. Kill the prosecutor, then send me your reviews. Lol.
Ok, I told myself when I wrote the 1st chapter, I'm gonna leave these ppl waiting for the next post for a long time to annoy them. But I have no life so I'm inside allot, my imagination won't quit, I keep writing more chapters, and I want more reviews. So here you go, chapter 12. Lol.
Oh yeah, this chapter takes place one week from the night Ket was arrested. This is her trial, in case you can't figure that out.
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"Where were you the night of March 12th?" The prosecutor asked, looking straight at Ket. She looked back.
"You forgot the year." She replied.
The judge glared at her. "Just answer the question."
"I don't know." Ket said. The prosecutor, a lean man with mean face and slicked back hair, stared at Ket suspiciously.
"You don't know?" he asked.
Ket put on a confused face. "Who said the I didn't know?"
"You did." The prosecutor replied.
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you did."
"Did not."
"Did."
"Not."
"Did."
"Not not not!"
"Did did did!" the prosecutor shouted, getting angry. Ket laughed.
"For a professional, you sure sound like a child." The prosecutor fumed as Ket turned to the judge, an old fat man. "I think the prosecution is unable to conduct a proper case, and should be either removed or replaced immediately."
The judge leaned over to Ket, who was in the witness booth. "You better clean up your act when your in this booth, young lady," he hissed. Ket thought about it for a moment.
"Why is it called a witness booth when I'm in it?" she thought aloud. "I thought I was the defense." The judge glared at her, so she shrugged and looked at the courtroom. The judge and prosecutor, they were fun to annoy, she thought. Hmm, security guards. Evil security guards. And people, lots of people come to see me get thrown in jail for the rest of my miserable life. She looked at the audience, towards the back.
'Hey,' she thought. 'There's someone with hair like Justin's!' She looked a little closer and raised an eyebrow. It was Justin, and Bobbie, and even Rogue. What were they doing here? In New York City? Justin winked at her, and she could see Bobbie and Rogue smiling at her.
"Well?" the prosecutor nearly yelled. Ket jumped and looked at him.
"Well what?" she asked. The prosecutor looked worn out. Good for him.
"What were you doing a week ago?" he practically screamed.
"Ah, that's what you are yelling about. I was in the woods near Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted."
"Do you go to school there?"
"How can I? I've been in jail for a week." The prosecutor sighed.
"Did you go there?" he asked.
"Go where?" Ket asked.
"What?"
"I object!" Ket practically shouted. The judge jumped.
"You object to what?" he asked.
"Yes, I object to what." Ket replied with a straight face.
"You object to what?" the judge asked.
"Yes."
"What do you object to?" There was giggling in the audience now, and the judge was getting mad. "Tell us what you object to, kid." He growled.
"I object to being shot in the leg, and I object to being held in a smelly jail cell, and I really object to this orange jumpsuit." The judge sighed and rubbed his forehead. Why him? He always got these cases. He motioned for the prosecutor to continue.
"Do you object to stabbing the fourteen men found a week ago?" The prosecutor asked. Ket shrugged.
"That would be pointless. As far as I know they are already dead. Probably buried by now to." She replied. The prosecutor glared at her. He had clearly had enough, and stepped up to the witness booth, putting his face right up near Ket's.
"I don't like kids like you," he said, "You hoodlum teens that think you can kill whoever you want, with your looks or a knife. Dying your hair, wearing black cloths, it disgusts me. But of all the teens I have ever laid eyes on, you are certainly the worst." He said, talking louder and backing away. Ket rolled her eyes, but he continued.
"You run from police, you smoke, you probably drink. You think it is ok to kill people. Kill people! And you think your going to get away with it." He paused for a breath, then glared at Ket. "People like you grow up to be the killers that kill innocents and go on killing sprees, and-" but Ket glared at him so feircly he stopped. She stood up all at once and started to speak.
"I am a killer," she spat, "But I only killed those men because of what they did to others, and me. You hate killers, yet you call them poor souls and defend them. I don't care if I disgust you in how I dress or act, in fact I dress and act like do because you don't like it. I'm through with killing, until someone attacks my friends or home, and then the Ket that killed those men will come back.
"As for smoking, I do. But so do over fifty million Americans. Do you disgust yourself? You smell like smoke. I bet you had one before you came in this room and started yelling at me for it. I do drink, if I can. But that's not so uncommon either. You shut up unless you can look me straight in the eye and tell me you have never gotten drunk in your life. And I don't dye my hair, it grows like this." Ket sat down. The courtroom had gone completely silent, you could hear a fly on the back wall from the front of the room. Ket leaned back in her chair.
"I plead guilty and rest my case," she said, laughing softly. The prosecutor looked at the judge, completely taken aback. The judge looked back and shrugged, also at loss for words.
"I, rest my case," the prosecutor said slowly. The judge turned to Ket, his mind had been made up the moment he had laid eyes on her, she knew that as well as anyone.
"I find Ket Kenton to be guilty with fourteen accounts of murder in the second degree. I also find that you were acting out of defense of your home and friends. You are sentenced to fourteen life terms in prison with no bail. Court is adjourned." Ket looked at the judge, who had stood up and was moving towards the door.
"Fat ass," she said. Then two guards grabbed her and hauled her away. Right before she was pushed through the door, however, she cried out.
"Take care of it, Jay! You take care of it for me!" Then she was shoved through. Justin knew what she meant. The knife, of course. He sat speechless as people left the courtroom. Ket would be in jail until she died! She was 18!
"Maybe we can visit her later," Bobbie said, tapping him on the shoulder. He and Rogue were already standing.
"Yeah," Justin muttered. He got up and followed his friends out of the courtroom, pausing only to spit on the prosecutor, who was also leaving.
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Ha ha, Ket was sentenced to life in prison and all that. Good for her. Kill the prosecutor, then send me your reviews. Lol.