Status: Writer's Block = Another indefinite hold. Sorry for the inconvenience. I do vow to finish this story one day.
Did We All Fall Down?
Consequences
*Andrew Gunn's POV*
"So what's it gonna be?" he asked nonchalantly.
"What do you mean, 'what's it gonna be'? Do you realize how serious this is?" I stared into the calm, almost smug, eyes of John Mathers.
"Yeah, a couple years in jail, parole? What? Or can you actually get me off? I'm paying you enough."
I sighed and spoke through clenched teeth. "At this point, it doesn't matter how much money you're paying me. As your attorney I need to tell you that you're... screwed!" John burst out laughing as he sat, completely relaxed, behind the table that I had my fists clenched on. Doesn't he even feel a drop of remorse?
"I don't know if I can represent you. I mean it's not just that they have hard evidence -- your behavior won't be able to show a jury that you deserve getting back out on the streets anytime soon." And I would agree with them, I thought the last part to myself.
"What the fuck are you saying? I can act for a jury. How do you think I got that bitch into dating me in the first place. You show the world your real face and they run, so you learn to hide it." I actually thought I was going to be sick as I heard him speak; so proud of his ability to deceive people, allowing him to prey on them. Each word he spoke made me want to send this bastard away for the rest of his natural life.
"Come on, you can work some angle, can't you? They've kept me locked up here for a month without trial! You can shift the blame to the system somehow." I stared at him in disbelief.
"They've kept you locked up without trial for a month because the courts have been bogged down with murder cases that take precedence. And they have the proof that you're guilty. Did you know a judge briefly looked over the case and made an order not to allow you out until they had a time for a trial? So it's all perfectly legal that you're stuck in here. There's no blame to shift onto the establishment." I kept myself from yelling, just barely.
"Fuckin' Nig--"
"Are you fucking kidding me?! You think that calling me a nigger will make me want to represent you more?! You know what, I'm actually glad you almost said that." I stared at him, fury coursing through my veins.
"Mr. Mathers, I Can Not Take Your Case." I stressed every word. He looked at me, shooting daggers from his eyes.
"Get yourself another lawyer." I grabbed my briefcase and got the hell out of the visiting room. A guard that stood at the door looked at me questioningly.
"Put him back in his cell." I spat as I walked down the hall out of the police station. I looked back for a moment and couldn't help but notice the guard had a small smile on his face. Obviously Mathers had made himself unpopular in here, assuming I would rescue him. Well, he was wrong.
*Michael Berg's POV*
"Put him back in his cell." the young lawyer said to me, fuming.
I couldn't help but smile slightly. It looked like Mathers had scared away his salvation. I knew for a fact that Andrew Gunn, despite his young age, was one of the best lawyers in New Jersey. I opened the door and saw Mathers standing, finally showing anger instead of the smug smile he had kept in place since he was brought in.
He called a foul swear word down the hall, directed at Gunn. I took a deep breath and walked over to him. He smirked, smugness in place once again. I pushed him down on the table (harder than necessary) and cuffed him. I glared at his back as I walked him to his cell.
I hope you get what's coming to you....
"So what's it gonna be?" he asked nonchalantly.
"What do you mean, 'what's it gonna be'? Do you realize how serious this is?" I stared into the calm, almost smug, eyes of John Mathers.
"Yeah, a couple years in jail, parole? What? Or can you actually get me off? I'm paying you enough."
I sighed and spoke through clenched teeth. "At this point, it doesn't matter how much money you're paying me. As your attorney I need to tell you that you're... screwed!" John burst out laughing as he sat, completely relaxed, behind the table that I had my fists clenched on. Doesn't he even feel a drop of remorse?
"I don't know if I can represent you. I mean it's not just that they have hard evidence -- your behavior won't be able to show a jury that you deserve getting back out on the streets anytime soon." And I would agree with them, I thought the last part to myself.
"What the fuck are you saying? I can act for a jury. How do you think I got that bitch into dating me in the first place. You show the world your real face and they run, so you learn to hide it." I actually thought I was going to be sick as I heard him speak; so proud of his ability to deceive people, allowing him to prey on them. Each word he spoke made me want to send this bastard away for the rest of his natural life.
"Come on, you can work some angle, can't you? They've kept me locked up here for a month without trial! You can shift the blame to the system somehow." I stared at him in disbelief.
"They've kept you locked up without trial for a month because the courts have been bogged down with murder cases that take precedence. And they have the proof that you're guilty. Did you know a judge briefly looked over the case and made an order not to allow you out until they had a time for a trial? So it's all perfectly legal that you're stuck in here. There's no blame to shift onto the establishment." I kept myself from yelling, just barely.
"Fuckin' Nig--"
"Are you fucking kidding me?! You think that calling me a nigger will make me want to represent you more?! You know what, I'm actually glad you almost said that." I stared at him, fury coursing through my veins.
"Mr. Mathers, I Can Not Take Your Case." I stressed every word. He looked at me, shooting daggers from his eyes.
"Get yourself another lawyer." I grabbed my briefcase and got the hell out of the visiting room. A guard that stood at the door looked at me questioningly.
"Put him back in his cell." I spat as I walked down the hall out of the police station. I looked back for a moment and couldn't help but notice the guard had a small smile on his face. Obviously Mathers had made himself unpopular in here, assuming I would rescue him. Well, he was wrong.
*Michael Berg's POV*
"Put him back in his cell." the young lawyer said to me, fuming.
I couldn't help but smile slightly. It looked like Mathers had scared away his salvation. I knew for a fact that Andrew Gunn, despite his young age, was one of the best lawyers in New Jersey. I opened the door and saw Mathers standing, finally showing anger instead of the smug smile he had kept in place since he was brought in.
He called a foul swear word down the hall, directed at Gunn. I took a deep breath and walked over to him. He smirked, smugness in place once again. I pushed him down on the table (harder than necessary) and cuffed him. I glared at his back as I walked him to his cell.
I hope you get what's coming to you....
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I'm hoping this won't turn into a whole big thing with a giant court scene that I'm gonna have to write but at the same time that would be kinda cool...Anyway, COMMENTS!
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