he court house was full. Everyone in suits and ties or dresses. Everyone that is except Cody Carson. He was in jean Shorts that where ripped and torn and had a grease stain on the leg. He also had on a Hawaiian shirt that was un button. Why would he care he wasn’t on trail. The laywer for Justin was sitting in a chair looking over the papers as Carson and Carmen walked into the place. Everyone looked at them and Cody smirked and walked to the other desk. He looked up and recognized the judge.
“Judge Flutely.” Cody said looking at the man and bowing like an idiot. “It‘s an honor to be here facing you and not getting in Sh… Crap this time.”
“Cody Carson.” The Black man said sitting forward in his chair. “Good to see your not causing trouble.”
“Hey judge, you welcome to come over and have a beer with me anytime.”
“My luck you would get us in some sort of trouble and I would be standing where you usually stand.”
Cody smirked. “Only live once.”
“And I like my life the way it is.”
Cody shrugged. “Your loss.”
Cody sat down and propped his feet up on the Table. The judge looked at him and Cody smirked, raising his arms out to his sides. “Court is now in session.”
“I object.” Cody yelled and got slapped in the head from Carmen.
“The prosecution calls one Justin F. Monity.”
Justin stands up and looks at Carson their eyes lock and Justin walks to the chair of doom and sits there. He stares at Carson, unblinking. “Mr. Monity, Do you know this man?” Cody stared at him also unblinking. Cody put his finger tips together and stroked his goatee, still staring trying to read each others thoughts. “Mr. Monity… Do you know this man?” The two continue the unblinking stare.
“Mr. Monity…” The judge said, slamming the gavel down.
The two continued the stare down.
“Yes.” Just said plain and simple.
“Who is he?”
Justin stared at his friend still unblinking. “He is Cody Carson.”
“A friend of yours?”
“I don‘t know.”
“Has he ever been your friend?”
“Yes.”
“So, if he was your friend… Is her still your friend?”
“I guess.”
“Who, Why did you take this 12 gauge Shotgun and aim it at your friend and his fiancée and pull the trigger?”
“Objection.”
“I didn‘t.”
“Sir, you aimed this gun at Cody Carson and his fiancée Carmen Dumas and pulled the trigger.”
“No.” Justin Said, Taking the stare from Carson to the Lawyer.
“Yes you did.”
“NO.” He screamed. “You all just want me to go to Jail. So they can get me. They are here.”
“Sir…”
Sweat was pouring off of Justin’s forehead. “They killed them all. They killed them but not me. They are coming to finish me. They are here. ”
“Order…”
“They need to kill me to complete their mission. They will kill all of us. They are here.”
“Justin buddy, calm down. It’s Cody.” Cody said standing up. “No one here wants to hurt you.”
“Lies. You can’t see it. They are here to kill us. It’s your fault. ”
“Mine?” Cody siad puzzled.
“You where not there whne I needed you. They killed all of them. My men. They killed them. I hid. I hid like a weakling. If you where there…”
“I would have died too. Then what. What would it be worth.”
The gavel slammed down. “Order.”
“They are here. They are here for me. I do not want anyone else to get hurt.”
“Justin…”
“They want me.”
“JUSTIN!!!” Cody yelled. Everyone fell silent. “No one is here for you. ”
“They are going to kill me.”
Cody moved Forward and Justin jumped on him, Punching him in the face. “Trader.” HE started wailing on Carson. Cody couldn’t defend himself. His arms pinned the Police Rushed in and Grabbed Justin but One went flying through the table then other into the brick wall. Back onto Carson, Punching him in the face. Cody using his wrestling skill and Street fighter ability, kicked Justin in the back of the skull, Justin didn’t seemed face and started Punching Carson again. Every punch sending a wave of blackness over Carson. Finally the officers get him off. Cody Carson Lay on the floor a bloody mess. His right eye swollen shut and his nose bleeding badly. “Trader…” Was the last thing Carson heard before he fell unconscious. We fade to Static.
Fuck off, before I traumatize you for life. If blood, violence, gore, stupid humor,religious jokes, sexist jokes, and a whole lot of fucking sound a little too outrageous for your tastes, then grab your purse, adjust your skirt and get the fuck out of my sight. 