When Spyke Takes The Stand

"Your honor," Jake called his witness in court. "I'd like to call Evan Daniels to the stand."

"I hope Evan can control his temper," Ororo worried.

"You look more nervous than he is," Rogue whispered back.

"Evan you were once a member of the X-Men weren't you?" Jack asked.

"Yeah I was one of the first batch of kids the Professor brought together," Evan replied. "He helped us train our powers and stuff."

"Then why did you leave the X-Men?"

"Because the Morlocks needed someone to protect them," Evan said. "They had no one with training to help them from thugs who wanted to beat them up just because they were different. Or poison them. Someone had to help them."

"So your actions against the Power 8 plant were an act of self defense?" Jack asked.

"I think that tape we saw proved that," Evan growled. "Even a few drops of that stuff could harm us. Imagine several gallons of that stuff pumped into the sewers!"

"Where were you the night of Spears' murder?"

"I went to the FOH headquarters in Bayville, to meet with Creed. I knew he was backing Spears so I gave him a 'friendly warning'. By the time I got back one of the other Morlocks told me that Spears was dead and somehow one of my spikes was used to kill him."

"So you didn't kill Spears?"

"No I didn't!"

"No further questions your honor."

Then it was the Prosecutor's turn. "Daniels how did you know what happened to Spears?"

"Uh, the Morlock happened to be a telepath? We do have them down there you know?"

"No I didn't," The Prosecutor growled. "If Spears was such a menace why didn't you go to the proper authorities?"

"That's a joke right?" Evan grunted. "Yeah a mutant going to the cops and telling them one of the richest men in Bayville is killing them. Yeah that would work!"

"So you merely assumed that the police wouldn't help you without trying? What about moving somewhere else?"

"To where? The Morlocks don't get to do things a lot of people take for granted," Evan said. "Go to the store or a restaurant. Go to a movie theater or a mall to relax. Get a doctor's appointment or go to a pharmacy to get medicine. A Morlock can't do that. We can't even walk down the street in daylight because it's too dangerous! Morlocks live in the sewers because we were driven there. There's nowhere else to go."

"Really? Not even the famed Xavier Institute?"

"There's just not enough room there," Evan said. "Most of the Morlocks don't want to go topside and fight. All the Morlocks ever wanted was to be left alone and live in peace. But people won't even let us do that."

"Where did you get those weapons?" The Prosecutor shouted.

"You'd be amazed at the things people throw down the sewers," Evan shot back. "I never touched the things myself, but some of the other Morlocks found very interesting things."

"You seriously expect us to believe that?"

"Well you know the type of people us sewer slime attract. Gang members, Cobra agents, religious nuts going on a hunt to burn some mutants on a Saturday night," Evan snarled. "Think of it as a program to get the weapons off the streets and under them."

"So you are running some kind of illegal operation?"

"Look when people attack us the Morlocks either destroy or keep their weapons," Evan told him. "Morlocks can't exactly go to a gun shop and go on a waiting list now can we?"

"I wouldn't think you needed a weapon with your powers," The Prosecutor scoffed.

"I don't," Evan said. "I never touched one."

"But other mutants do? Even though they have powers? That sounds unlikely!"

"A good swimmer don't need a boat to cross a river but then again it can't hurt if he does," Evan told him.

"Your honor," Jack spoke up. "This questioning is irrelevant. My client has not been charged with any type of crime dealing with illegal weapons."

"The kid shoots spears out of his body for crying out loud!" The Prosecutor shouted. "He is an illegal weapon!"

"I'm a human being," Evan shot back. "More or less, but still a person!"

"You're a monster that's what you are!" The Prosecutor shouted.

"OBJECTION!" Jack shouted.

"SUSTAINED!" Judge Brooks pounded his gavel. "Such marks shall not be tolerated in a court of law! Also since there is no real evidence that Daniels either supplied or even handled such weapons himself that form of questioning shall be stricken from the record."

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND! THIS CREATURE IS DANGEROUS AND YOU…" The Prosecutor swept his arm around and it caught on one of Evan's spikes. "AGGGH! I'M BLEEDING! IT ATTACKED ME!"

"You threw your arms around me!" Evan snapped.

"I'M DYING! I'M DYING!" The Prosecutor screamed as people carted him off to get medical attention.

"You're not the only one…" Judge Brooks groaned as he held his head.

"We lose more prosecutors that way," Logan shook his head.

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