Kidnapper's Lover

Chapter Nine Have I Gone Insane?

     I walked to my table as a lawyer sat down next to the spot where I was to be seated. The man seemed to be a serious type of lawyer, but then again what lawyer isn't. He was wearing a black suit with a baby blue tie, his black hair slicked back with round, thick glasses that made his eyes appear bigger than what they actually were. The cops seated me down, but stood on both sides of the table. I felt bad for my lawyer because I knew he had nothing to prove that I was innocent. The only thing he could do that could save me from prison or even death would be me pleading insanity. I'm not crazy though, I do everything with a purpose. Insanity is doing something just out of sheer curiosity or one's pleasure.

The judge walked in and security there asked everyone to stand. The judge was a pretty big guy. He had to be about six feet tall and had to weigh over two hundred pounds. His drape that he wore barley went passed his pelvis, but I guess as long as you couldn't see it when he sat down it was fine. He took his gavel and slammed in down three times, acknowledging that it was now in session. We all sat down and the madness had finally began.

It was about an hour and a half in before I actually got to say something or at least be called on to go to the stand. I didn't really have an opponent, besides the lawyer from the other side who was representing all the kids that I had kidnapped. The lawyer from the other side was named Mr. Mayson. Mr. Mayson had called on me to make my way to the stand to be basically interrogated. I slowly got there and sat down in the somewhat patted chair with the microphone almost up to my eye. He walked up the stand, giving me a mysterious look and started to pace around the front.

"Mr. Vincent Anderson, may I ask what has pushed you, what has inspired you to do such horrible things to young kids at a place where they are supposed to feel safe. A daycare Anderson, they shouldn't have to fear ones who are supposed to protect them. You took these kids, tortured them, and then to top it all off murdered them. Never to see their families, never to wake up in the morning to pancakes and bacon filling their noses, never to graduate high school and live their life to its full potential. You have robbed these kids blind, you've taken away everything from them, but not just them, from their families. Why?" he asked leaving the whole room in dead silence.

"Let's just say you don't know a man till you have walked two moons in his moccasins. I had to endure a hard childhood, with my mom being taken away from me by a man I thought I could trust with everything. As I got older I had to live with the guilt of knowing I had to help my father get rid of my mom's body with the help of my brother. I lived with so much regret, so much hatred for him. I wanted to make him feel the pain I felt when he took away someone important to me. But I never got the chance to do so. He passed away and all that was left was my brother and me. I took my hatred out on not only him but the lives of little ones. I will admit that. My brother turned on me then, wanting to take my life. He almost did," I said lifting up my shirt to revile the medical tape still wrapped round my body where the wound was located at. "But I'm a survivor, because of a soul who thought if she tried hard enough she could change my bad and make it good."

My lawyer, Mr. GIimp, had his hands running threw his hair trying to figure out how I could even be seen as innocent. Mr. Mayson nodded his head, preparing to ask me my next question or lecture I should say. "I am terribly sorry for the loss of not only your mom, but dad as well. Unfortunately though, that has happened long ago and no justice can be done for you. You mentioned of a soul who believed that she could change you. I'm guessing this is your recent victim by the name of Zoe Lachance. Why don't you tell us a little bit about her?" he said quite intrigued.

I looked around the room gazing at everyone's expressions. They were mixed with disgusted looks yet, they seemed like they were giving me there condolences. "Zoe? You really want to know about her?" I asked as Mr. Mayson nodded. "Well, at first to me she was just another one who would endure the hatred buried inside me. I hurt her, and she tried her best to hurt me. She took all my sarcasm and persuaded love I had for her. Then plan was to kill and get rid of her, but as I learned sometimes plans change. For reasons I still don't understand, she made me change the way I felt about her. But she doesn't feel the same way about me and I understand that. Who would ever be that stupid to want to be with a living nightmare? She saved my life, and for that I let her go," I said.