“We are here for the trial of Evonny Maher, age sixteen, for the following crimes…”

Hearing all these people list out the names of all the people I killed really isn’t the highlight of my day. God this is boring. I wish Drew was here. Or Drea or Rosy. Maybe then I would have something to smile and laugh about. Like seriously, they already told me this list when they arrested me. Did they really need to do it again? That’s just a waste of time honestly.

“I would like to call the defendant to the stand.” Said one of the officials in the room. Finally, I don’t have to just sit here anymore. The judge nodded his approval. It was at that moment when George forcefully grabbed my arm and threw me onto the stand. God, so violent. They made me swear everything I said was the truth and that I wasn’t lying before they finally started asking me questions.

“How do you plead, girl?” They said harshly.

“I plead guilty.”

Everyone in the room gave me a shocked look because of my age, because how could a sixteen year old girl kill all those people? These people really don’t get me. They don’t get me at all. The trial proceeds.

Finally it was time for evidence to be shown. I’m still standing on the stand as the prosecutors take out all these evidence bags full of the knives covered in my prints I left at the crime scenes. One of the prosecutors then asks;

“Evonny Maher, are you the owner of these knives? I’m sure that they are, they have your prints all over them.”

Idiot. That could be anyone’s knife. Just because it has my prints on it, that doesn’t mean it’s actually mine. It is though so I respond to him.

“Yes, I am the owner.”

“And what was the purpose of these murders? Was there a reason you killed all of these innocent men and women or are you just a regular serial killer?”

It’s all I can do not to laugh at that. I give him a sharp look as I give him my honest yet calculated answer.

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“I killed those people because I have nothing better to do with my life. Also, I only kill bad people so believe you when I say that those people were far from innocent.”

“Oh? And what exactly did they do that makes you find them guilty?” I actually do laugh at that. It took me a few seconds to compose myself again as I answer his question.

“Those people did countless malicious things and they deserved it. Every single one of them. Take Lucien Geffories for example. He was the leader of an underground trafficking organisation. Human trafficking. Little girls of the age fifteen and under. Using them for their bodies, and I’m sure you know what I’m referring to when I say that. Nathanial Hems was his second in command. Ivory Jacobs murdered a poor man who was just trying to get enough food to survive the week. So don’t you dare say that those people were innocent because they were far from it.”

“Lucien Geffories was a famous artist who was to shy to talk to anyone but his mother. He was not the leader of a human trafficking gang.”

“I’d give you the names of the rest of the members but I killed them all so I think it’s safe to say that there is no point in doing that. It’s funny, all you wealthy people never bat an eye whenever one of your kind break laws and run organisations such as Lucien’s. But the moment someone less fortunate such as myself slips up, you are all over it. Tell me, why is that?”

“I’m asking the questions here.” He snaps at me and I see the moment when he realises that I am right. About everything.

I decide to speak again. “It’s kinda funny, you know that I’m right and that this society is messed up bad but you also know that I am in face the one who committed all those murders. Can you trust my word? Or are you just going to throw me in jail just like any other petty criminal? Who knows.”

He just gives me a sharp glance before saying to the judge, “I have no further questions.”

The prosecutors brought up witness after witness, trying to prove my guilt even though I had already pleaded guilty. I really don’t see the point in all this. I mean if I have already confessed to the crimes that they have accuse me of would they not cut the trial short and just give me my sentence already?

After a long while, the prosecutors had finally finished up with their last witness. It was now time for cross examination.

This trial went on for hours before the jury finally came up with a verdict. A tall, lean man walks over to the judge and hands him a piece of paper which I assume hold the verdict. He then scurried off to wherever it was that he came from before the judge read the verdict out loud.

“Evonny Maher, I hear by pronounce you guilty of you crimes and will be sentenced to fifteen years enslavement right here at the Amethyst Castle. Case closed.”

I just smirk as the captain of the guard grabbed my arm and walked me back to my cell and put me back in my chains. Little did they all know that they had fallen right into my trap.