I wore my mask secretly in my room, peeking at myself through the mirror. Although I didn't want to admit it, I missed Earth so much. I missed Spidey and Green Day and Matt and Nikki and Jamie and everyone. I even missed She-Line a little bit.

A few weeks later, after realizing my mom's good behavior in jail, I switched her from solitary confinement to a regular cell, except heavily guarded. She was a murderer, but it was really racism. It's not like she's dangerous or anything.

That same day I found out I was not only the Supreme Ruler of Elementoria but I was also the Supreme Court! I was the judge for every case on the entire planet!

A case of murder was before me. There was still a jury, like on Earth, except they just guided my decision. I came up with the verdict.

The courtroom was the same as that on Earth. They did keep some things the same. Aquaz was my bailiff. The Four Representatives were seated below me as my advisors.

The Pyro, Fier, was in custody and charged with being part of the Pyros Unitos. He was at the stand, his hands cuffed with what I have been told a Power-nuteralizer. It makes sure that the standard's abilities are weak so he can not break out or cause chaos.

A lawyer came to question him. The defendant hired an extremely good lawyer. I wonder where he got the money from...

The lawyer's name was Ablot. He was from Gagalotta, a small large, industrialized planet in the Andola galaxy. Albot was tall, bold, a yellowish gray color, and had many distinct features. Gagalottans were incredibly wealthy, greedy backstabbers. This layer showed that by the big Gagalottan money sign tattoo. He had one eye, which was below his mouth. His mouth was at the top of his egg shaped head. He had four arms, each with three fingers with suction cups attached. His body was that of a slugs. He had a large, bulky frame. He wore an odd shaped hat and a fancy red suit. His smile was enormous.

"You're highness, my client worked at an Elementoria shipstation, fueling up the ships of every standard on this planet. He worked eighteen-hour shifts so he could make enough to support his family. Tell me, how would he have time to be a part of such a group? And also, why would he work in order to serve other standards? These charges do not make sense."

"I understand, Mr. Albot, but we still have the murder to think about, remember? It could be possible, indeed, for he to be a racist-or whatever you call it here-one who thinks he is better than others. Mr. Fier, what were you doing on the night in question?"

"I was working at the station." He responded.

"Not according to this log. It says here you signed out to go home. It has your signature." The lawyer hissed.

"Objection!" Screamed the other lawyer.

"Overruled-God it's so cool to say that-Er, sorry. Continue."

"Thank you, Queen Dove. Now, the estimated time of death of the victim is ten thirty six. You signed out at ten fifteen. So, indeed, you were not at the station!" Shit, Gagolattans were tough.

He looked around at everyone in the courtroom. He pointed to another Pyra, with her five children. Each one had red hair that was slightly darker than the others.

"My wife. Even ask my wife."

"Surely I will, do not think otherwise."

The case went on and on for hours. Then some new evidence showed up. Burn marks. Not on the victim, but on the ground. So it was a Pyro who committed the crime.

And that's when the most disturbing piece of evidence was shown. A fiber. From a uniform.

"He's guilty! He's guilty!" Breezel cried.

"Damn right." Vineza snapped.

"You're the final verdict, though. We need a verdict!" Embras said.

I was shocked. This man murdered someone. He had a whole family. Why would he do something like that?

"I find him guilty of all charges; murder and participation in Pyros Unitos."

"The sentence?" Aualz asked.

"What's the normal sentence for this kinda thing?" I whispered to her.

"Life in prison. Just like your mom."