Terror

Chapter Thirty-One

For those who were mainly involved without freak powers, they had their own separate hearing. Zane could tell from the small number of them that they had gathered that the freaks were more important in the case.

There were only five of them they wanted to hear from due to their names being mentioned. Besides himself, Hanna, Nelson, Yara, and Mark were the others on this smaller trial.

They had only answered small questions with the police, like most had, but he knew something was going wrong when the door busted open before the hearing even started.

"One of the freaks retrieved information," someone panicked.

All five of them just stared as one lawyer went over to speak to someone. Who could have information that they could exploit? Scarlett or Greyson? No, both have been slowly changing, but one person popped into his head.

"Eden," Zane said.

"Excuse the interruption," the lawyer named Brock said.

Their own lawyer had told them that it's mainly about what jobs you did and what you did during that time.

The police had been asking questions about what happened that day or about who caused the conflict. All five of them would be the most charged out of any of them, unless they did side charges for those less involved.

It's not even much of a court hearing, but a discussion on what led to Simcoe becoming ash. It's all to pass the blame on them for the ruins of everything that has happened.

"We'd like to call up Zane Wilson," Brock called.

He walked to the wooden stand. The courtroom was smaller, with fewer people or jurors, and it almost seemed like a practice.

"Zane, people recognize you as someone who stepped up when things got tough, along with helping at the fire department. What sort of things did you use for help?" Brock asked.

"I used the firehose when houses or buildings caught fire when we had electricity. I'd give resources like blankets and pillows to the daycare when it was still there," Zane admitted.

In the beginning, he was the head of the fire department, but things started to change when Jason stepped down. He then led things through, like creating the trenches, putting together the best groups, and stating some laws.

"So, you're admitting that you have used stuff from people's houses that you didn't even know?"

"I've admitted it because if I hadn't, we'd be burned to death by snow or fires. I've carried bodies to be buried or dug trenches so people could stay warm when we were staring death in the face. There was a lot of blood, lungs, intestines, and urine to dump out as well."

People in the small crowd looked sick talking about the illness. Inflammatory Death could have killed him, but he was one of the lucky survivors. Even if it had been difficult fighting through everything, he had been the one person they would turn to for advice.

"And this was during the storm your peers have talked about?" Brock asked.

"I'll admit I've had to make cement blocks to block large holes that killed many children," Zane stated.

"A lot of you were driving underage, since the legal age in Canada is sixteen with an adult. We've heard about gun use and have caught pictures."

There was a television rolled out as Brock tapped the screen. It flashed to a picture of Eden with a gun and her innocent smile. He then pulled up a video recording of the day the deadly fight of Ashley, Divina, and Cassandra occurred. People have recorded them burning in the sky while zooming in on those holding weapons like guns.