Third POV
Court Room:
Time: 9:55am.
Date: Thursday, 9 May 2019.
Have you heard of someone getting socked in their piss? Yes, that's exactly what just happened.
Prosecutor William sat there in the court room, eyes lingering around, fingers pitching as he stared at the door entrance. Everyone awaited the Layer and Accuser.
"Where are they?" The judge yelled as everyone glanced and stared at him, the walls shaking and the ceiling echoes from his voice.
Everyone sat there, wondering why they hadn't arrived. William got busy pitching his fingers, as sweat dripped down his elbow, he kept mumbling some words only he understood.
Just in, the air slashed down his throat and he coughed a little. The court room suddenly opened; everyone's jaws clutched down as they stared at the doorway.
Mr., William wasn't concerned or notice the tension everyone had. All he did was to bury his head under the table, praying for it to end.
"I'm here, present, my honor." Mrs. Mrs. Curts spoke from the door entrance as she walked inside the court room. Mr. William jerked up from the familiar voice, but tossed it off, believing many ladies had that same voice.
"You may now proceed." Mrs. Mrs. Curts spoke from the opposite seat beside Mr. William. He raised his eyebrows only to glance at the woman he had loved, the one who fluttered his soul each time he saw her. Mr. Curt glanced at him with a smirk, she balanced her body unto her seat, her client got busy scanning the whole place.
The man was clutched with handcuffs, and with a yellow cell uniform, mostly for those waiting for their court trial. Mr. William couldn't understand what was going on. He swallowed the hard lump down his throat as sweat suddenly dripped down his neck. He tugged a handkerchief and wiped it off.
"Mr., Prosecutor, you may proceed." The judge kept on shouting his name, but Mr. William was deep in thought. The crowd sat there wondering what had gone over him.
"Mr., William?" The judge called again, this time hitting him gavel. Just then, William got himself as he jerked upright.
"Uhmm, I'm…" he stammered, as the crowd laughed and muttered to him.
"Speak!" the judge ordered.
"Alright, my honor. This man here, Mr. Anders, had been accused of many crimes, which recently involved an old woman."
Victim profile:
Name: Clara Ashford
Age: 67
Occupation: Local Meat seller.
Children: 5, Four girls and one Son
Marital status: Husband's deceased, widow
"My honor, permit me to talk." Mrs. Mrs. Curts asked, as she rose from her seat and faced the court room.
"Yes, processed." the judge ordered. Mrs. Curt cleared her throat, stepped out of her defeated seat and headed toward Mr. William. He stared at her, their eyes locked but fear and betrayal filled in his eyes. He wondered if he had been dreaming. He and Mrs. Mrs. Curts had known each other for years, and now, they were enemies in court.
"Our prosecutor here doesn't have any proof. My client here would never do such a thing. He had been a good citizen and had worked hard to build his life." She took a deep breath, tapped Mr. William's table as he stumbled a little.
"Which it's to say, my client here, Mr. Ander, served in the US army but retired after a crucial medical crisis. That brought him to the Brendan Village." she continued.
"Everyone lives there too, that doesn't state your facts." Mr. William snarled.
"Silence!" The judge yelled, as everyone paused. Mr. William whined his mouth, mimicking her quickly.
"My client here, reported that on 5 of May 2019, he was at his work place doing a late-night shift at the restaurant. His boss can testify about it." she said, turned to face the crowd.
"He wouldn't do such a thing. He had been proven innocent, unlike some who don't follow the Law rules." She finished her statement, rolled her big eye balls at Mr. William before returning to her seat.
"You may go on." The judge ordered. Mr. William glanced at his opponent, Mr. Anders was busy bowing his head low and smiling uncontrollably.
"My opponent here, claimed her client wasn't at home. Yet his neighbors had reported hearing noise coming from his apartment and door slamming." Mr. William raised his eyebrows as he spoke with confidence, not minding how Mr. Curt's was reacting to it.
Mr., Anders lifted his head finally up, as he glanced at Mr. William and the judge, he kept on smiling. Mr. Curt tapped his shoulder, stopping him from behaving awkwardly.
"Mrs. Curts, do you have any facts to counter this?" The judge asked.
Mr. Curt stood up again, adjusted her black suit and her black eyes liner pointed. With her clothes well iron and fixed, for her curvy shape.
"Could Mr., Prosecutor show us the proof rather than telling us cooked stories?" she faced him.
"Cooked stories you said?" he stood up fastly as he scoffed, his hands into his pocket.
"My honor, if you do not mind, may I present my Witness into the court room?" he asked.
"Yes excellent, you may, please." the judge responded.
"Witnesses, enter." The judge commanded, as he shouted. No single sound was made, Mr. William eyes lingering around the door entrance, he tapped his fingers, pressed them against his blue suit, with his prosecutor badge pinned to his collar.
"Mr., William, we all have been waiting for close to an hour, and no responses?" The judge scoffed.
"Do you take this place as a child play or a war zone? I would give you five minutes to provide your witness, or else this court case will be closed!" the judge, eyes darken, as he held his gavel as he swallowed his jaw.
Mr. William's eyes darted, his heart pounding as he prayed for a miracle to happen. Just then, the door slide opened. A little gasp of hope escaped from his mouth, as he exhaled deeply with a smug face.
"She is here!" he said, and stood up only to glance at a man. The man ran down the court room, bowed down with his hands against his chest, gasping for more air. Everyone stared, mumbling and some cursed under their breath, for wasting their whole day.
"My honor, the witness had been found dead, murder." he finally laid those words that pierced Mr. William's heart directly as he inhaled deeply, heavily.
He glanced at Mr. Anders, all he saw was a wide smile.
"Case closed until evidence is provided. But if you don't, this victim here is free." The judge tapped his Pavel.