...I'm feeling creative?

[fickle]

Attempt to start on the 20 Themes challenge. Most likely the prologue to a multi-parter... I'd know for sure if PM's multiplying plot bunnies hadn't eaten my map to committement. *mock glares*

Time To Move On.

"You stand before us today, accused of-"

'Being better than you.'

"Voluntary manslaughter,"

'Woman slaughter too.'

"First degree murder, second degree murder,"

'Oh please. All of them were first degree.'

"Malicious prosecution,"

'It is even possible to prosecute people in another manner?'

"Racketeeering,"

'Such fun.'

"Attempted regicide,"

'Not many people can have that said about them.'

"Rioting,"

'Causing riots would be more accurate.'

"Resisting arrest,"

'They're really searching for offences now, aren't they? You'd think that the first few would be enough to get me the death sentence.'

Bored, he dug his nails into the wooden surface of the desk, scratching out his initials. The guards around him, most of whom were nursing split lips or had other such injuries, made no attempt to stop him. Hearing names reeled off, his attention was caught again. 'They're not going to list everyone whom I've killed, are they? We'll be here all night if they do...'

"Ishizu Ishtar,"

'Never had her pegged as the type to be a screamer.'

"Joseph Wheeler,"

'I don't kick puppies. I kill them.'

"Tea Gardner,"

'Preach in the garden of Eden.'

"Rex Raptor,"

'The age of the dinasaurs is over.'

"Mai Valentine,"

'All the money in the world can't buy you life.'  As the list continued, the boy grew bored again, simply tuning out until he heard the phrase he had been waiting for.

"How do you plead -"

'Here comes the fun part.'

"Guilty, or not guilty?"

For the first time since he had entered the courtroom, the boy raised his head to look at the jury, eyes filled with a cold amusement. Softly, he replied, "Guilty." The smirk on his lips widened, and his tone was hard as he said the words everyone else was thinking, "Guilty as hell."