by Mary Ann Moody
“All rise,” the bailiff shouted, “Criminal court of Williamson is now in order with the honorable Markus Redker presiding.”
An older African American gentleman with white hair entered the plain and small court room. He wore a silky black robe and shifted it accordingly when he sat down. Judge Redker pulled his chair closer to the desk, made sure the gavel was within arm’s reach, and said to a tightly packed court room, “You may be seated. Let’s begin todays agenda. We shall start with the State versus Casey. It is my understanding that the jury has reached a verdict. Is that accurate, Miss. Chairwoman?”
A voluptuous blonde wearing a bright blue skirt suit stood up and grimly replied, “We have, your honor.”
“What say you?”
“Your honor, we the jury find Steven Casey guilty of murder in the first degree,” she announced without emotion.
“As you are instructed,” He picked up the gavel and held it over the wide wooden base. “It is the duty of this court to find you guilty, Mr. Casey. Would you like to address the court before we reveal your Justice?”
“I would, your honor,” said a tall blonde boy with black oval glasses. He spoke with a lisp and every few seconds, his right shoulder jerked backwards. His face was clean, empty of acne and youth. Arrested at the age of fourteen for the murder of his little brother, Steven was now a man standing trial. Facing his Justice. “I loved my little brother. You know him as Gregory, but he was just Greg to me. He was only twelve when someone broke into our house and killed him. That person wasn’t me. I swear it! Your duty was to find me guilty, for that, I forgive you. Greg’s gone but I can go home to my family. We won’t know who killed him but Justice will be served in my case. Thank you for letting me speak.”
“I sentence you to Justice, Mr. Casey.”
Everyone in the court room took a deep breath of anticipation as Steven Casey was led to the right side of the courtroom where a large rectangle Cherrywood box stood upwards. It resembled a phone booth with glass panes covering a retractable door and fit only one person at a time. In large gold letters, the word JUSTICE was printed at the top of the booth. The judge, jury, and Steven’s family took a deep breath as they waited for a sign. While they waited, Steven trembled with excitement. He’d waited five years for this moment.
Almost two minutes later, the court was still waiting. Judge Redker motioned for the bailiff, who grabbed Stevens’ wrists and unlocked the handcuffs. In one instant, he was free. He could go home, eat at a restaurant, find a woman, or just take a bath. At the moment, he wanted to hug his mother.
“Per Section 2A4 of the New Constitution, Steven Casey, you are innocent and free to leave. If you’re unsure what to do now, please see the information desk outside. They can give you another pamphlet. The case of the State versus Mr. Steven Casey is now closed. Next!”
Out the doors went Steven and his parents, through them came Nadia Reign. She was a twenty-six-year-old knockout accused of murdering her husband. The bailiff was an older man but he was strong and held on tightly to her as she squirmed on the way up to the defense table. When the new Constitution was written, lawyers were abolished so she stood alone while the new jury entered the room. The accused trembled with fear and bit her lower lip in anticipation of Justice.
“This case is the State versus Reign. Let’s begin. It is my understanding that the jury has reached a verdict. Is that accurate, Mr. Chairman?” Judge Redkar asked the jury.
An Asian gentleman with a thick black mustache and dark eyes answered, “Yes, your honor.”
“What say you?”
“Your honor, we the jury find Nadia Reign guilty of murder in the first degree.”
“As you are instructed. It is the duty of this court to find you guilty, Mrs. Reign. Would you like to address the court before your Justice is revealed?”
“Yes,” she shouted and took a deep breath. “I didn’t kill my husband! I loved him. I still love him. But all this won’t bring him back. You can accuse me, take me to court, make face Justice, but it won’t bring him back! Nothing will change.”
“I sentence you to Justice, Mrs. Reign.” Judge Redkar smacked his gavel hard on the desk.
She resisted the bailiff when he placed her in front of the box, but she wasn’t strong enough to stop Justice. When she stood on the correct spot, the box lit up with a powerful white light and the bailiff let go of her arms. Inside the box, a tall shadowy figure emerged from the light. Nadia screamed with terror at the sight of the man who beat her and their children for years. Ten seconds later, the light was gone and inside the box stood the body of Lewis Reign, Nadias’ husband, alive and well.
Judge Redkar slammed down the gavel. “Mrs. Reign, you are found fully guilty of murdering Mr. Lewis Reign. You are sentenced. Bailiff, please escort her out. Will the family of Mr. Reign come forth to make claim? If you’re unsure what to do now, please see the information desk outside. They can give you another pamphlet. The case of The State of Williamson vs. Mrs. Nadia Reign is now closed.”
Before the bailiff could reach her, Nadia threw herself at the base of the podium serving as the judges’ desk. She begged him to show her mercy. Large tears fell from her eyes and she watched with amazement when Lewis was removed from the box by his father. She may have dismembered him, but Lewis was brought back to life by Justice. Nadia refused to fight when the bailiff opened the exit to the courtroom and tossed her into the abyss.