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BBRae Fan Fiction!
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Authors note,
I won't be able to write to much of a court scene! I don't really know enough about it, so I wouldn't be able to write it properly! Sorry about that!
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Chapter 17: The Cursed Frog!
The day of the trial came on swift wings. One moment it seemed so far away, and now it was attacking her like a polar bear feeds upon a walrus. The noise in the court room became still as the judge yelled, "The jury has ruled that Mr. Marx Chum will receive the sum of $35,000 dollars."
"I can't believe this," Gar yelled. "That judge is full ofshit!"
The judge was a very wholesome, redheaded woman with a grumpy expression on her face. Her voice boomed like a wolves howl, and her eyes were pure evil. The judge screeched, "Mr. Logan, be silent."
The look on Rachel's face was expressionless. 'How can she stay so calm, like that?' "No, for Christ's sake! You can't honestly think that Mr. dumb-ass over their, managed to get a broken armjust because Rachel stabbed him with a pen!"
Some of the people in the jury let out mumbles of disapproval. The judges face turned cherry red, while her eyes bulged out of their sockets. It was the most unpleasant things he had ever seen. "I will hold you in contempt."
Rachel whispered, "Don't push it."
"See if I care," he yelled at the judge.
"Fine." Their was a look of over lustful pride on the judges face. Even a blind person could see how power-crazy this woman was. "Security, take this man to jail!"
"Jail! Who said anything about jail," he whimpered. Their lawyer looked ready to burst out laughing, but Rachel looked paler than a baby sea horse. "You said contempt, not jail!"
His purple haired girlfriend growled in disgust. "Gar, contempt means jail in law terms."
He groaned, "Why didn't somebody tell me sooner?"
The officers that appeared were extremely large. The biggest one looked like he could have crushed the sun, if he sat on it. The other two were tall, gangly men, holding out their pistols in front of them. "Sir, you're under arrest."
"What," he cried. "You'll never take me alive!"
With a mutter of disgust, the largest officer dragged Gar across the floor. "Stop struggling, or we'll give you extra time for resisting arrest!"
"But, I have to be with my girlfriend!" He stopped struggling, and angrily clambered to his face. "Life really enjoys torturing me!"
The door banged shut, and a stale silence filled the air. The jury members began to snort with hysterical laughter. The police grunted, "Yeah, yeah! Just get moving."
The smallest of the jury scrambled towards the judge. Her petite body leaned over the judge, so she could whisper in privacy. The plump adjudicator nodded softly, and frowned. "We don't usually do this, but the jury changed their votes."
"What," Mr. Jacobs cried. "You can't do that."
"Stop complaining, Mr. Jacobs." Rachel blushed in embarrassment. 'I can't believe Gar! That foolish jackass!'
"The jury was impressed by your boyfriend's show of emotion," the judge laughed. "They have revoked your sentence. You're free to go, Ms. Roth."
"Thank you." On the way out of the court room, she gave Marx a small smile. Nobody messed with Rachel Roth and got away with it, but her revenge wasn't over yet. He was going to be in for a whole world of hurt.
"Young lady! Wait a moment." She jerked herself away from the exit, and turned to stare at the plump woman. "Next time you come to court, you should put your boyfriend on a leash."
Nobody talked about her lover like that. So what, if he could sometimes act idiotic; that was one of the reasons why she loved him. "Excuse me?"
The ball-like woman chuckled, "I'm pretty sure you heard me, miss."
She had never felt rage this fierce, before. The papers that were clutched in her fist were now in a crumbled mess on the ground. She wanted to punch that round woman in the face. "Your honor, the next time you come to court, you should wear a mask."
The judge screeched, "What?"
"I'm pretty sure you heard me, ma'm." Without a moments hesitation, she was out the door. She was expecting a swarm of angry security guards, preparing to drag her off to jail. "That woman was the most foolish person, I have ever laid eyes on."
Angry squeals of rage could be heard from inside the courtroom. Rachel almost smiled; almost, but not quite.
"I do not believe that I wish to go to a strip mall," Kori squeaked. "I once accompanied a friend to a strip club, and the experience was not very pleasant."
Richard chuckled, "a strip mall and a strip club are very different."
"I see," Kori beamed.
"It wasn't Raven who took you to that strip club, was it?" Richard questioned. The mall was bustling with many people. All the stores were stuffed with excited Saturday morning shoppers. "I hope she isn't into anything bad."
"Friend Rachel, would never travel to a strip club," Kori replied. "She is very preserved, especially around other people."
"I'm glad." He grabbed her hand, and walked into the nearest store. It was filled with many pink, frilly party supplies that she would enjoy. "Gar is head over heels for her."
"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand." With a squeal, she danced over to the beautifully decorated plates. The fancy table settings could be bought in bulk, which would save them a truckload load of money.
Richard cringed at her selection, but remained silent. He could already see the sparkle in her eyes, as she danced around with her freshly-picked plates. He laughed, "Gar's in love with Rachel."
"I'm very pleased for them!" She let out a small squeal of excitement. There, in the corner of the room, lay a very shiny, pure-gold, wine glass. "That is most beautiful!"
"Wait!" She was already a distance away from him, hugging onto the golden cup.
She eyes the cup happily, and found that a golden inscription had been scratched into the handle of the cup. The words she read made her ginger face turn pale. "Oh dear."
The curse of the broken frog is now upon you,
It will change your luck from good to bad.
The curse will bring death in a few short days.
Don't try to run,
Don't try to hide.
"What's wrong, Kori?" His sunglasses had nearly fallen off. The beautiful green eyes that belonged to Kori were shrunken and strained. "Are you alright."
There was still a pained silence. 'I wonder what's wrong.' He gently reached forward, and removed the cup from her hands. He quietly read the inscription on the glass with a chuckle. "Don't worry, Kori. This cup was probably meant to be a joke!"
"This is not humorous," Kori whimpered. "In my homeland, things like this are not taken lightly! It is acceptable to believe in curses such as thus."
He smiled, "I can prove that the curse isn't real!"
"Don't harm yourself!" He marched across the store accompanied by a large grim. A large, flying cardboard box came out of nowhere and struck Robin's head, knocking him to the metallic floor. "Fiancé Richard!"
He groaned, "Ouch!"
"The curse is very existent!" She began to drag her fiancé out of the store. "We must locate assistance immediately."
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