We're still at the ravine where a police officer has just accused John of murder. Who would want that on their record? Well, whatever happens, everything has to come to an end.

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CHRNO CRUSADE: PATH OF THE GREEN MILE

ACT TWO, SCENE SEVEN: THE TRIAL

"For the murder of who?" Alex asked.

"The Edisons," the police officer said. "He's at the scene of the crime."

"We just got here!"

"I don't care! I saw you here so therefore he must be the perpetrator!"

"Alex, let it go," John said.

"What?"

"I don't want to fight anymore. If that's what I'm accused of, so be it."

"Ah ha!" the officer said. "So you admit to the crime!"

"I didn't say that. You assumed that I killed this family."

"Look, you look like the guy in all those sketches down in the station."

"…….."

"I guess I'm right."

"No you're not!" Azmaria exclaimed.

"Azmaria…" John whispered. "I said let it go…"

"No! I won't let it go, John! You're going to jail because of something you didn't do! Why do you think it's him!"

"I told you before, he looks like the guy in those sketches!" the officer said. "Furthermore, there was a call saying that a man named John Coffey killed the Edisons this morning. And he'd be here!"

"Who would frame John?" Alex asked.

"I have an idea," John said.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense!" the officer said. "You're coming with me, murderer!"

He tried to cuff John on handcuff that wouldn't fit.

"Ah…we need a bigger size."

The second officer came out of the patrol car, bringing a second bigger pair of cuffs.

"There we go," he said. "Let's roll."

The patrol car sped away, with John in it.

"Where are they taking him?" Azmaria asked Alex.

"Probably to the station," he replied.

"Where's that?"

"Not far from here. We should go before he stands trial."

"Trial! I don't want him dead!"

"Then let's go there and stop them from sentencing him!"

The two made their way to the police station and found that John was not there. The police officer behind the desk said they took John to the courthouse already. They made their way to the room where the trial was being held. There was a guard standing in front of the door.

"Excuse," Azmaria said. "We need to get in."

"Sorry, no one gets in," the guard said.

"What?" Alex said.

"We're friends of the victims," Azmaria said.

"No!" the guard replied. "Like I'm going to believe some eleven year old kids."

"Please, this is important! He's going to go to jail because of something he didn't do!"

"Well," the guard said, "In that case…no!"

Alex pulled Azmaria aside.

"It's no good," Alex said. "He's blocking the way."

"What do we do?" Azmaria asked.

"I got an idea. Hey, guard guy!"

The guard looked towards Alex.

"There's someone on the phone for you! They said to take it in the office!"

The guard rushes in to the office which is at the other side of the building.

"Good work Alex!" Azmaria said. "Let's get going!"

The trial was about to begin. Azmaria and Alex made their way towards John.

"Kids!" John said. "What are you doing here?"

"We came to see you," Azmaria replied.

"Uh oh! The judge is here. You better take a seat somewhere!"

Azmaria and Alex sat behind John.

The judge sat in his chair. He began the trials. "Court is now in session."

The prosecutor began to explain his case. "As you are no doubt aware, someone has been committing senseless assaults and murders in the area. The accused is charged of polluting our beautiful home with violence and yes, endangering our way of life. Indeed, how can one not be aware of what is going on? Why does our residence tremble in fear? The reason is quite obvious. This dangerous man is to blame. Behold the sketch of the perpetrator based on eye witness description. The truth is obvious; the guilty party sits among us. It is none other than John Coffey!"

Azmaria rose up. "Ah! Objection!"

"Overruled," the judge says. "Beside, you're not even a lawyer. I judge the defendant guilty as charged. I hereby sentence the defendant to be transferred over to a maximum prison system where his sentencing process will take place. The defendant will not be allowed to leave until the transferred date which will be two days from now."

The judge slams his gavel. "Court Adjourned!"

"There you are!" the guard said.

Azmaria and Alex looked at the guard.

"There's been no phone call for me!"

"Ah…well…" Alex stammered and couldn't find any words.

"Bailiff, throw these delinquents out," the judge said.

The guard threw Azmaria and Alex out of the courthouse.

"And don't come back!" the guard yelled.

"This is terrible," she cried. "He's going to jail!"

Alex tried to comfort her. "Don't cry," he said. "They said he be transferred on the transfer date, which is two days from now. We can think of something until then."
They saw John walking out of the courthouse.

"John!" Azmaria cried.

"I'll be okay!" he said. "I'll be okay!"

"Right…" the officer said. "Okay, let's go."

He was put in a patrol car, heading to the station.

"We only got two days to stop this," Azmaria said. "Alex, what are we going to do?"

"Don't worry," Alex said, smirking. "I already thought of a plan."

"And that is?"

"We'll simply bust him out!"

"What?"

Indeed. How are two eleven year olds going to break a full grown adult out of jail? Please R&R and find out!