A/N: Holy shit, that was tiresome! Anyways, thank you sir Scraper for Borrowing Caboose who in on the loose… more like on the noose (See why below). This is a court related fic so if you are reading this Sir Paragon, I am SO sorry for butchering the main terms and what not… my info comes from Law and Order and other series sooo yeah xc
And AU fic here Btw
"All rise!" said the Bailiff as the three Judges Gwyndolin, Targray and Lady of the darkling entered the court. It was brimming as the world was witnessing the trial of the infamous murder Caboose 'the player'. It was quite a miracle to catch this elusive son of a bitch, both the Darkmoon and the blue sentinels police department worked hard on this one, they even hired the services of the ruthless private company Gravelord Inc.
The audience gasped when the psychopath was dragged in chains by two Pursuers bodyguard. The grin on his face surpasses the devil's. He was chained once more in his chair for extra precautions.
"Do why really need all of this?" Targray whispered eying the criminal.
"You have no idea what is he capable of…" replied Gwyndolin.
Two of the three victims had no living relatives, the third one however brought the attraction of Drangleic's best Lawyer ,Shalquoir. Usually, her fees were ridiculously high… probably for her horde of cats...She actually paid lots of money to squeeze herself into these case for the third one. On the other side however, a bald man in a cheap suit and a crooked nose was revising his papers.
"The claimants may start…" announced the lady of the darkling.
Shalquoir stood up with elegance; her smooth curves behind her over expensive suit formed a gauntlet of lust around her. A weapon she sometimes uses along with her sharp tongue 'Your honors, in this court he stands…. A man without morals, esthetics, anything that defines us in this modern age-"
"Objection! My client is not some animal, such slandering is not acceptable!" T. Patches yelled.
"Denied, please continue Miss Shalquoir." Gwyndolin didn't even allow the other two judges to speak.
Shalquoir cleared her throat before resuming "But he is, everyone thinks he is a rapid mongrel rampaging in Lordran and Drangleic. Anyways, enough babbling let's get started with case number thirty four: the murder of Anastasia Medvedev …"
The first witness was a prisoner with a scrubby beard; he looked very underfed courtesy to Lordran's brutal 'correctional facility' only reached via a Velka 306 raven jet. The man tried not to meet the death glares of Caboose.
Shalquoir started the questioning " Name?"
"Daniel Worth."
"Alright, Daniel. Can you tell us what happened back there?"
"I was hangin out with my two buds Lautrec and Zeke. We had a great night at wheel and deal bar and we are a little bit drunk especially Lautrec. My man loved that girl Ana from in the lighthouse tending to that useless fire."
"And?"
"Lautrec wanted to see her despite the restriction order. We were too drunk to say no, we were like fuck it let's do it Yolo. We went to the light house and found this….this oh god-" the man puked all over the stand. The vomit itself was almost odorless somehow... perhaps due to the lack of human food in the facility? Three janitors quickly cleaned the stand spraying more of the green blossom scent.
"What happened Mr. Worth?"
"She was all gutted up. That sick son of a bitch was bathing in her guts. Lautrec went cray cray and attacked him along with buddy Zeke. Poor Zeke had his neck slashed while Lautrec was smashed against the wall several times. I ran like a coward. I wasn't thinking right when the Darkmoon Popo patrol was near. Blood was on my shirt and I already had a record so I kinda of punched the Popo and that's why I am here."
"No more words, thank you Mr. Daniel." She focused her attention over the judges "That's three murders for you ,your honor. Enough to hang him. I would like to strengthen my words with more evidence gathered from the crime scene"
She opened a small file and started to read it "The pattern Anastacia was brutally murdered was heavily similar to the other two murders. They were all pretty girls in their twenties mind you. the murder weapon is household objects just like the previous cases and most of all there is a blood sample coming from Mr. Caboose in the very crime scene! I don't know about you, but this surely seals the deal."
Shalquoir returned to her seated crossing her legs. The audience was silently cheering for her. "The defendant may start..."
T. Patches took a sip of his cheap whiskey before questioning the witness "so, you're here because you punched a cop in the midst of your drunken confusion, right bruv?"
"Y-yeah?"
" Not because you're a associated with the brutal murder of miss Ana?"
"Wuh? What are saying?"
"Objection! Patches is implying!"
"Denied, let the man speaks." Targray silenced the fumed lawyer.
"Thank you, your honor. I didn't object on Miss Shalquoir because I already know that all of this is staged bullocks! Your honor, would you rather believe a man who never drank a sip of alcohols or a drunkard with chronic liver disease?"
"You are supposed to ask the witness." The lady of the Drakling frowned upon patches' smirk.
"Right, right. I guess we both know the answer. According the wheal deal bar, the trio are his most 'prized' customers coming almost every day. Mr. Daniel, can you explain why did they found a shiv in your possession and a bloodied butterfly knife along Lautrec corpse with Ana's Blood on it?"
"I-i…."
"Quite obvious, Lautrec wanted to rape then kill the poor firekeeper. The restriction order was issued due to the abusive relationship of Lautrec if I recall. The duo engaged in a case before, your honor, she took over half of his wealth due to the permanent scars he inflicted upon her. I see a motive…I see a perfect environment and I see a murder!"
"OBJECTION! Enough with these postulations!"
"Denied! Miss shalquoir, please control yourself. ORDER! ORDER!" the audience started to roar as well from disapproval.
"I see people hate the bitter truth eh? You just want to frame someone for your incompetence. You can't even find the true killer do you, your honors?"
"OBJECTION!"
"Sustained, one more bad mouthing of yours and you will be charged for insulting the court, understood?" Gwyndolin tried be sound as manly as possible. Surprisingly enough none cared for his lack of testerone; all where focused on The grinning Caboose.
"My apologies your honors. Here is what happened: Lautrec, Zeke and Daniel stepped out of the bar onto the lighthouse, despite the restriction order. I forgot to mention that there were no sign of break entrance which empowers my words of course…. "
Patches took another sip before resuming"… The trio tried to rape Anastacia but she resisted and so they killed her. My client was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. He heard the ruckus and comforted the trio who tried to assail him. he simply killed Zeke and Lautrec in self-defense according to Article 56, section 12 of Lordran's constitution 'An affirmative, unlawful act reasonably calculated to produce an affray foreboding injurious or fatal consequences' the blood sample found in the crime scene is from the recently inflicted by Lautrec's butterfly knife. "
"Then if he was so innocent, why didn't he testify after the murder?" Shalquoir objected. For once Patches didn't find words to say. luckily Caboose replied "Do you expect me to report this when the whole nation is manhunting my ass?"
Again, the audience roared, some even started to throw bottles of water at Caboose "ORDER! ORDER!" Targray broke the mallet from his vigorous strikes. When silence settled, the three judges whispered to each other before saying "first session is over, recess five minutes. "
Patches stepped out of the court room for a brief smoke; the tension was too much for especially with the AAA cat bitch tearing up his case. Two more witnesses to come…this will be one hellulva mess.
High heels and some high roller perfume interrupted his brief respite "It was section 13, by the way."
"Look, missy, I have no business with ya. Let's just stay professional ,eh?" never could he bluffed Shalquoir. He had faced here three times alright. The same god damn pattern happens everytime; she starts fine and dandy, he ripostes, she lays the smackdown out of the blue.
"I heard there are some crazy sales on Rosabeth used clothes shop heheheh!" with that, she left Patches gritting the cheap cigarette of his in dismay.
"I'll getya you little runt…."
"Second session, you may bring the witness." Judge Targray said with little interest. There was no witness; instead, Shalquoir brought the latest Moonlight Laptop out of her bottomless briefcase.
"Your honors, before I started, I would to inform you that my witness' identity would be veil for her own sakes. She is a mole in….the brotherhood of blood." The audience was shocked; few had infiltrated this underground secret organization before let alone broadcasting in the court.
"Due to her limited time and her safety, she will only be questioned once."
"Objection! The fifth article of the third amendment states that the witness MUST be questioned by both parties, godmmit!" Patches bursts violently; he ain't gonna allow the smackdown.
"Sustained." Lady of darkling replied but Shalquoir followed "With all due to respect, Judge Darkling, but according Article 16 section 23 overrules such law in extreme cases of emergency. Her life is on stake here!"
Lady of darkling sighed "Denied."
"W-what?! This is outra-"
Shalquoir rudely interrupted him as the laptop sprang to life "Good Morning , Ms. X, I trust our communication is secured? Are you willing to testify nothing but the sole truth?"
"I do." her voice was modified. The screen showed a slim figure with some rogue braids out of the shadow.
"Very good, do please inform us about the brutal murder of Shanalotte? At Majula's Lighthouse?"
"Let…me calculate." The woman in shades started to mumble "Target E-012, yes. In the brotherhood, none actually know anyone or even who is your target. You have to…. Level up in the ranks… the closer you approach the inner circle… the more powerful and resourceful you will become."
"I am pretty sure, the Darkmoon police department would love to hear more about this but please give me something. Do you know this man? Does the name Caboose ring any bell?" She pointed at the chained Caboose who cocked his head with a simple hi on his face.
"I told you miss Shalquoir , I don't know ANYONE. there is high …yes. E targets are the useless ones. We hire mercs and thugs sometimes. I can try to access the database of Merc hits…. No no risky, yes quite risky." The woman mumbled once more. Patches couldn't believe his luck so far.
"Miss X, I know you are in a tight spot but this very man in chains has killed, raped and maimed young women. Your testimony can only send him to the noose. I beg you to reconsider." Patches didn't know that the cat bitch is a heavy sweater especially under this tight, body-defining suit.
"I…um, right. Will do. Just a sec." she started to hack the data base of the brotherhood in lighting speed. "Right, Target E-012: Client Unknown identity, nickname Navlaan . Target: Shanalotte. Method: random. Job finished: 1 month ago…."
"A name Miss X, give me a name!"
"Just a se…i-is that a camera?"
"I assure you Miss X, this session is totally private." The two pursuers bodyguards begged to differ, they did find a man hiding his camera under his cap probably for channel's race for hot headlines. "A minor inconvenience Miss X , can you please give the name?"
"OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO CRAZY BITCH?! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, THEY GON-"in a split of a second, the lights were lit followed by a meat hook in the base of the neck. Blood started to gush from the petite teen's neck. Chaos ensued in the court afterwards but some were too frozen to act.
The attack wore a concealing black hood. He dragged her in what appeared to be a meat locker. She was still alive surprisingly. He focused the camera on himself "let this be lesson to anyone who dares to expose us!"
Next, he pours some gasoline on the trembling woman and set her dying soul on fire. The screams burrowed in everyone's ears for eternity.
One hour later….
Finally, after the so called 'break', everyone settled down for the session to continue. Judge Gwyndolin was the first to talk "Miss Shalquoir, you are in a very bad position right now. We will deal with you after this case."
Shalquoir swallowed her rage and masked it with a cheeky smile "Your honors, while this might seems to be a horrid tragedy. It did shed some light on this case. We do notice a pattern here: two lighthouses, two young girls mashed to death with house held objects. Also, Mr Caboose has a history of transitional jobs according to his not so impressive resume ….so A Merc is a high possibility. After all, he killed two men in cold blood whether he is innocent or not in Miss Anastasia's murder."
"Postulations, Postulations , do you have anything better?"
"Why I do, Judge Targray, while there is no blood sample of him in the scene. There was a fingerprint on a broken vase. Unidentified. I wonder who has the same fingerprint? It was recovered only yesterday by chance from the evidence box." Patches dropped his jaw in disbelief …another fucking smackdown.
"O mighty judges, Can I speak with my lawyer?" Caboose calmly asked, with a nod from them, Patches bent towards Caboose. His frown morphed to a smart grin.
"Your Honors, this false case had already reaped the life of a lass below her twenties right before your eyes. I am not pointing fingers here but in all my years as a lawyer, I haven't seen such a lowlife 'Lawyer' as Miss Shalquoir"
"OBJECTION! He is insulting ME before you your honors!"
"Sustained, we warned you. Pursuers, if you may…" Gwyndolin was almost waiting for this moment.
"WAIT!" protested "Not just yet, I am calling her a lowlife because of her malicious ways of achieving her goals. First, we have this 'mole' but now we have something far more worse. We have…." Caboose removed his gloves to reveal burn scars all over his hands.
"…forged evidence" the audience gasped from the surprise. "A nasty accident in Quelaag's fried spiders three months ago. Don't believe me? Believe the hypertrophic scars which take about 2 months to disappear. Any valid doctor will prove you wrong. I rest my case. If he were to commit such crime, he would have left NO fingerprints!"
Patches quickly stepped out of the courthouse in the recess to buy some high quality red blossom cigar from a nearby kiosk. He spotted Shalquoir trotting towards him with her ruined make up. Before she could start yapping, he exhales a small cloud of smoke at her.
"I think I will spend my money on these victory cigars quite often, Fuck Rosabeth sales, Right?"
"You listen to me reallllllly carefully you little piece of shit: you will never win this case. You may have bailed him out of the two firekeepers but you will NEVER EVER going to win the last case…"
"Oh?"
"After all, he killed Queen Nashandra…."
You gotta loves the suspense eh? Unlike other Tarot souls, Judgment will have part 2 dealing with the assassination of Queen Nashandra. After writing this up, I realized that there are Jury and only one judge soo yeah. I am so sorry Paragon! Can you help me in the next chapter? D:
Oh before, i forget, check out this guy: IP1STOLPETE on youtube. wise guy-like accent and pretty entertaining walkthroughs/challenges...etc...
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