All i own is the horrible, horrible horrrrrriblllllllee past of Puck/ Noah/ Eli.... and my computer..
Brenda started to drag her daughter out of the Court House, but not before the majority of the Gleek members could give her dirty looks. Or Sarah could look over her shoulder, worried about the boy hissing in his wheel chair.
Kurt was biting the inside of his cheek, anticipating his father, "Not a word."
Burt snapped his opening mouth shut.
"All stand!" the bailiff called out and everyone stood.
Puck was done. They couldn't possible throw anything else at him. He was done. Anything that they did throw at him couldn't possible bring him lower. Could make his feeling of his skin about to burst at the seams, spilling his insides all over the highly polished floor, leaving it there to stink and rot... any stronger
He didn't look up as the Judge came into the room.
Thomas cleared his throat and it sent a wave of nausea through Puck. He swallowed his hope and looked up. Unable to put on a brave face.
The lawyer had a small machine in his hands. With menacing wires coming out of it. Thomas put in on the stand, "This is a Polygraph, or simply put, a lie detector test. We will be using it for the rest of the hearing.. "
Puck didn't care that point. He was done.
Thomas looked at Puck, "May you take the stand?"
Puck nodded weakly and the bailiff escorted him to the hot seat. Puck looked out with glassy eyes and a dead expression.
A professional polygraph handler came out and step up the polygraph.
Puck didn't even look at him as he offered his arm. Puck didn't even feel the clip pitch his forefinger.
Thomas looked happy, "Can you tell us your full name?"
The machine was turned on and a slow steady paced starching come from the needle as it dragged back and forth.
"Noah Eli Puckermen." The starching didn't change.
"Can you tell me the color of my suit?" Thomas did a cocky twirl.
"Dark gray." The starching didn't change.
Thomas clapped at his hands, "Great now we know the machine works. We can get to the root of the problem. Did you kill you father?"
"Yes." The starching didn't change.
Thomas pursed his lips, "Did your father ever sexually abuse your mother?
"Yes, daily." Puck licked his lips, held his jaw a little tighter. But the starching didn't change.
"What was it like growing up in such an unhealthily environment?"
Puck cleared his throat and tried to hide his voice as it crocked, "I don't - I just... lived there. " He tried to string a sentence together, yet it fell apart from the subject to the clause.
The polygraph picked up its tempo. The tech came over and read the signals.
"It reads pain." He said in a monotone.
Thomas raised an eyebrow, "Do you wish to stop Noah, or explain?"
Stop was his answer, but he wasn't going to give it, "It was tough I guess. I had be the one caring after everyone. I cleaned, made sure Sarah was safe... and quiet."
"Who's Sarah?"
Puck's stiff chest fell, "She's my sister." And the speed of the scratching slowed. He loved his sister, and despite a lot of things, she always calmed him.
Thomas snapped his neat fingers, "Essie, from the video. Where you were referred to as Eli? Care to explain?"
He wasn't willing to fully answer that but he gave the truth, "They're middle names." The machine's needle work didn't change.
Thomas nodded uninterested at something that struck at all; Noah, Puck and Eli's very cores. He just continued on asking painful questions, "So you cleaned up after your father's rapes. Is that right?"
The honest answer was harder to get out then Puck wanted to admit to, "Yes."
"Was it bloody?" Thomas leered, his head tilting slowly to the side, daring another outbreak from Puck. "What is hard? Did you clean just your mother, or did you clean off your father also? Wipe your mother's blood of his pe-"
"OBJECTION!" Steck slammed his fist into his desk the whole courtroom jumping. Only Puck didn't jump.
The polygraph was racing, whipping from one side to the other. Its frantic jerky motions completely contrasted with Puck's still body. With his head slightly bowed.
"I just cleaned my mother."
Steck was furious, his nostrils flaring. "Noah you don't have to take this!"
"This information is important to this case." Thomas tried to defend his practices.
"BULLSHIT."Steck barked.
Green rapped his mighty gavel, "Order in the court!"
Puck's lawyer was forced to calm himself. Steck turned to Judge Green, "Our honour the manner that Mr. Thomas is specking to ...it's disgusting." Steck frowned deeply just hoping this horrible judge would see that.
No hope.
"I agree with Mr. Thomas on this. We have to understand where Noah's mind state was, if what you claim is true. What was he thinking, if he actually did save Mr. Hummel from being raped?"
Kurt's eyebrow cocked and his stomach acid burned up his esophagsus. If?
Steck paused, "We never mentioned Noah's friend's name, Sir."
Judge didn't say anything at first, but everyone was put off by the comment. Green's brow frowned, "I read the case file, its part on my job."
His answer satisfied most. But it still left a taint in the air, this unsure hue surrounded the Judge now.
"Mr. Thomas, you may proceed." Green acted as if those questioning stares didn't reach him. As if they weren't pointed at him.
Thomas nodded and licked his lips, "Alright Noah, so you cleaned your mother after? Was she crying as you cleaned her."
Steck bite his tongue to stop from screaming the futile, "objection."
The machine's starching began to slowly down. "Sometimes... mostly she was unconscious." And Puck dared to look up, with his dead eyes as the polygraph found a steady rhythm.
The machine's rhythm was a reminder to just how real this was.
"So you keep your sister quiet?" Thomas smiled, with all his teeth on display. "How?"
The polygraph scratching was consentient, and it nagged Puck into answering the question, " I keep her in her room, played with her when... things got rough-"
"When you father viciously raped your mother?" Thomas interrupted.
When the scratching should have spiked, read any kind of upset emotion, it didn't. Because it wasn't there. Puck just looked at Thomas. And nodded.
Kurt stared at Puck's empty expression and he pressed his lips tight together, to keep from calling his name. The rest of the glee club was speechless and thoughtless.
Thomas maintained his eye contact with the kid, " Alright.. What happened after you murdered your father?.." Thomas cocked his eyebrow and thought, "You know something that confuses me? How was an eleven year old boy able to kill a fully grown man?"
" I stabbed him in the throat." Puck said. He didn't feel any stares of horror as he said it so emotionless. The polygraph was a testament to that.
But he did feel the cold glass of the broken bottle heat up with the blood, still in his hand. Puck gripped his hand over nothing as he balled into a fist by his side.
Thomas tried not to grin, "Right in the throat, so might to kill him. Not just stop... but kill."
"OBJECTION!" Steck slapped his desk.
And all the decent people in the room were relieved about the interjection.
"It was ruled during the time of the actual event, that Noah acted in self defence! And for the safety of his family. I won't stand by and watch you rope him into a murder change!" Steck was fighting even as he was wondering if it was worth his breath.
The sharply dressed lawyer just smiled at him, "Murder charge? Are you insane? Of course Poor Noah was acting in self-defence... but still killing his own father has to screw with his head." And that's when Thomas revealed his plans.
A seed was planted into everyone's mind. And they couldn't do anything till that weed grew.
But Puck didn't care. He was done.
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Kurt/ Puck smutty, fluffy, sexy, gooyness (*cough* Caramilk blowjobs *cough* ) will happen. Really i promise. This fic, is a journey, you have to ride with it, see the sights.
How corny does that sound?
Alright still there? I have a few Supernatural ideas, anyone what to hear about them?