Terror

Chapter Thirty

One week later, the government requested a court hearing. Jason was unsure why they wanted it to be done quickly, but he assumed it was to have him and Greyson behind bars as soon as possible.

The hearing was held in Toronto, as they all of been staying in various hospital rooms throughout the city.

Most of them had been provided with clothes, but some were allowed go out with security to purchase items, as the government assumed they'd steal. However, he was not given the privilege just like Greyson. They had been confined to the same room, which had not gone well. Although Greyson may have been attempting to change, but Jason doubted they would ever be on good terms.

Jason's steps echoed against the courthouse stairs, each one louder than it should have been. The two officers flanking him felt heavier with every step.

Inside, teal walls and polished wooden boarders made the room feel colder, almost like they were watching him. A large desk gleamed to his right side, sharp and unwelcoming, like it had been waiting for him.

He passed six closed doors on the left, eyes flickering to the wide windows opposite. Outside, people in suits and dresses streamed through the big doors. They didn't know the chaos that had come before—or the chaos Jason feared was still to come.

The police officers stayed outside one of the rooms, giving him some space. Most of the freaks involved in the case were already present, but one person stood out.

"You look like a hooker!" Will laughed, pointing at Mia.

She stood with her hands on her hips, wearing a black dress so short and tight it had no business in a courtroom.

"Mia, we've been to court before, so you should know the type of clothes we wear," Eden said calmly, though she looked on the verge of slapping Mia.

Jason looked around as some were okay with what was going on, while others were pacing nervously, like Emma. Angel and Mallory both were both trembling, while the crackheads seemed fine with the outcome.

"I went to get myself a dress, and I wasn't going to spend money on something ugly," Mia said dumbly.

"I don't want to go to jail," Mallory panicked, staring at Jason. "I don't want to be beaten up or sent to another Uden Academy in England!"

"I doubt they would send you to jail. Greyson and I are the most at risk," Jason sighed.

Mallory turned to look at him, her hands clenched into fists and shaking. She had her black hair tied back in a braid and was wearing a purple and black dress made of velvet. She clutched a small black purse and a small red stress ball.

"Won't Uden just pay for our charges?" Mia asked. "They always did that when we got caught."

"Ashley burned down Uden, so I don't think they'd pay for us on that behalf," Eden replied, her hands laced together.

Bryce looked like he was about to burst out laughing, while Jason scanned the hall. The only remaining freaks, which were only a few, were all present at this hearing. Most of them had died from the illness or at the hands of Ashley herself.

A tall man in a navy blue suit and black tie, with black dress pants, approached them. His black hair was neatly styled and he adjusted his glasses as he walked over.

"I'm Chris, and I'll be your lawyer in fighting your case," he announced. "During this hearing, each of you will be asked questions about the events that took place during the incident. Some of you will be asked more than others, depending on his often your name was mentioned. This will he a lengthy healing, as there is video evidence and findings from investigators. I understand that this is a stressful situation, especially for those of you under the age of fifteen who still possess supernatural abilities."