maleficent

"How do you know that the suspect is guilty, huh? How do you know that he really did kill his father in cold-blood?" A slam on the table and the question spat from his lips subdues the others into submission.

"Hah?" One of the other men say, his eyebrow arching and his face contorting in dismay. "What, you've been quiet for all this time and now you decide to talk, just as soon as we decided to start an unanimous vote?"

He... should have spoken about it earlier, but be needed time to think, to truly understand if the defendant really was guilty or not. The poor boy couldn't have done it; the evidence didn't add up.

These people just wanted to get this trial over and done with. They didn't care whatsoever about condemning an innocent person to their own death.

It sickens him just thinking about it.

"All the evidence points to him as the killer," a woman says. She was one of the others who didn't agree to vote, instead staying silent and listening to everyone else talk.

Like sheep, they all only listen and follow after the leader, who's adamant the boy did the deed.

It's up to him to change their minds, to make them all see reason. There's always one person who doesn't agree with the majority, and they normally go unnoticed.

That's only if they don't speak up and say anything. He's determined to make sure that the boy gets to live another day, and none of them stain their hands with blood.

Every life is worth fighting for, and he's going to see to it.