*Okay, this one has language, and so did some others but I never said anything and I'm sorry if I bothered you. Just warning ya!! Chandra is a bit of a rude person....*

His way, I'd heard about the way Wright handled things. It wasn't exactly my cup of tea.....he relied on lies and crap like that, though some may say that was the way I defended my clients. But my way was better...mine was the way of Justice....corny, I know. But it didn't matter. No matter what Wright said, I was not going to sink down to his level. Look where he was! He was stuck without a job and in court because he supposedly murdered a former client. I didn't plan on having that be me in twenty years, no way!

I was muttering my thoughts to myself, not noticing Trucy siting next to me listening to my thoughts. I guess she found them comical top because she kept laughing despite the fact that I was insulting her "father".

"Look Polly, daddy was just trying to help. You don't have to do it his way. He wasn't demanding it." She giggled and walked away.

- - - - - -

Payne wouldn't stop smiling when we were back in session. Every now and then he'd glance over at me and smirk rudely before continuing to do whatever it was he'd been doing before.

"So, Ms. Chandra, would you please testify as to what you saw on the day of the murder?" Payne said smoothly. Obviously my huge mistake had brought some pleasure into his life.

"Of course Winston." She smirked when he flinched at the sound of her own name. "I was walking home from the grocery store with my sister Cerise, who you all know by now." She smiled evily at these words. "We were simply minding our own buisness and all of the sudden there was the freakish delusional guy walking toward us. Cerise sortta went flip outish on me and was a bit rude. 'Hey you! Yea, you what are you doing you moron?' and then we saw that he had a gun. That sent her throught the roof. 'What the friggin shit you asshole! You don't walk around a neighbor hood was a god damn gun pointed at empty space! Do you want to end up in a mental facility? Thats where you friggin belong you bastard!'"

"So you could tell he was a guy?" Payne asked.

"No, because I was once a lawyer, I made that up because, since I was once a lawyer, I didn't know that perjury is against the law. Yea you dumb ass, I could tell he was a guy."

"And how."

"Mr. Justice, go stand on the other side of the courtroom and see if Mr. Payne can tell you're a guy. Maybe he can't. He's obviously dim witted. Never seen a woman before, Mr. Payne? Well, we're built totally different than men. Curves, boobs, the whole big shebang! When the person in front of you is broad, flat, and wearing incredibly huge shoes, you figure its a guy. Is that good enough for you?"

"OBJECTION!!!" Screeched Payne, "The witness is speculating without reason."

I couldn't help but laugh, Payne was getting his ass kicked to China and back by a girl half his age. God I was glad that Cerise wasn't there. She would have done that to me.

"Objection!" Chandra yelled.

"You can't object!"

"YES I CAN!!!! I HAVE A PICTURE!!!!!!"

*please insert crickets chirping in the background here...*

*and payne turning red*

*and me practically exploding from trying not to laugh...*

*and the judge snoring*

That was basically the moment in a nutshell. "Oh...do you? Eh, heh. Could we um...see it...please...Ms...."

Oh man, his ego just took a sky dive from Mt. Everest to Hades.

"Duh. What, you think I'm gonna take it home and feed it to my sick older sis? No...I plan on using it to free Mr. Wright. And, before you open your pasty lipped mouth, I suggest you listen. It looks nothing like Mr. Wright at all...much too tall, much too clean, oh! and not a hobo."

Wow, I guess anyone is subject to the dagger these girls call their vocabulary.

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Flashback

After watching my brotherhood killing people, I always seemed to get an odd rush. Call me a sadist, but it was true. But after killing Otto Topsy, I received an insane rush of blood to the head, then an intense desire to reward myself. My "brothers" often found themselves a local prostitute and hung around for awhile...me, wasn't much up for sexual pleasure. So what was I going to do?

Well, I didn't do drugs, and I was rather proud of my strong and lean swimmer's body. So junk food was out of the question. There was really nothing for me to do. Strip club? Nah, not my cup of tea. God, there's nothing worth.....

Drinking! There we go. Get myself drunk, I'll recover fast. Give me a day. My bros wouldn't look for me until two days after my job so my idea was great! So where to go...where to go....

where to go...

How 'bout Topsy's old fave place...pay homage to the dead man.