Spencer Charnas One Shots

XXIX. Again [LUO. pt. 2]

"Aside from everything that happened a few days ago, you are ready to take the stand again, yes?" I was questioned by the judge. They were extra careful that I wouldn't have a panic attack once again. I looked slightly up at her and she sighed, putting her hands on my shoulders. "I know what you're thinking. Nothing bad is going to happen to you today. If anything at all, you'll be able to go home. Do you trust me?"

"Y- Yes, Your Honor," I told her while looking down. She rubbed my back as I walked into the court room and sat at the judge's side table once again. I stood as she walked in along with the rest of the court. Unlike yesterday, I couldn't focus on Spencer. I needed to focus on myself and getting through these questions.

I barely heard any of the conversation before the cross-examination attorney walked up to me. "Aside from everything that happened yesterday, are you ready to answer some questions?" he asked me. I inhaled through my nose and nodded. I stared into the wood in front of me before he spoke again.

"Do you agree that the ice pick featured in the music video is the same as the one that Mr. Charnas is being charged of murder with?" he asked nicely. I felt more comfortable with this man.

"Yes."

"Do you care to explain the relevance to the jury?"

I looked over to them and all of their eyes were on me. "In the video, it is based off of the famous book, Pet Semetery. Spencer, posing as Louis, unburies his recently killed child to bring him back to life. To do that, he has to kill his wife. As the video progresses, a man continues to tell him not to do it. What happens in the end is that both the child and wife come back as these zombie beings, and take Louis's life with theirs. They all turn into zombies while staring at their graves."

"There was also a segment of a fake detective going over the music video as a tape, yes?"

"Indeed," I nodded.

"In the video, they seem to ask questions. Did they ask anything similar to you in this court room?" Everyone went silent. I couldn't really think of an answer.

"Um, no. The storyline is completely made up by Spencer and a few other writers."

"Alright, moving on. You did not say where you were the night of the murder, yes?"

"No, I did not."

"But your fingerprints were found on the recently deceased Nadia, correct?"

"Yes."

"Could you tell us a bit more about why?" he asked. I looked to my attorney and he nodded, telling me to continue. We had rehearsed this story.

"Nadia was a friend of mine. We had met up after I became friends with Spencer. I went to her house for the day, and we hung out. I gave her a hug when I left and I got a text at night that Spencer was heading over there," I told the story. My eyes widened when I knew that could be taken as narration. I looked to the lawyer in front of me with a feared look. He said nothing, but continued his questioning.

"Could you tell us where you were that night?"

"I was out meeting with someone."

"Were you two doing anything illegal?"

"No." I told the truth for this one.

"So you were nowhere near the house at the time of the murder?" he asked.

"No."

"No further questions, Your Honor." He walked away and sat back down. The judge looked over to the jury and my eyes followed.

"Are you ready to rule?" she asked. The jury agreed and we were let out of the courtroom. I wanted so badly to see Spencer, but I knew I couldn't. Not yet. I walked into Nadia's parents and smiled.

"You did great, hon," her dad spoke to me. I gave them each a little hug and noticed my attorney side-eyeing me. I excused myself and walked over.

"Good job up there."

"When do I get to see Spencer?" I asked quickly.

"On the notes I took, I believe he'll be served as not guilty," he told me with a smile. I let out a long breath, and had to wait.

It was a few hours of me tapping my foot until we were all taken back into the courtroom. Everyone stood for the judge and we all sat for the jury, until the one speaker stood up. "How do you rule?" asked the judge.

"On the case of first degree murder, we rule. . .not guilty." I let out a relieved sigh. "On the case of aggravated assault, we rule. . .not guilty." I almost wanted to cheer. One more to rule out. "On the case of manslaughter to the law of heat of passion, we rule. . ."

It took forever for the words to slip from the man's lips. I was impatiently waiting, almost falling out of the pew I sat in. ". . .not guilty." I sank in my seat with a smile.

"And with that, all cases against Mr. Charnas are dismissed. Please un-cuff him and take him to get his belongings. Dismissed." The judge hit her gavel on the circular piece of wood again and I stood up, a bright smile on my face. I followed everyone out of the courtroom, jumping into a hug from my attorney.

"I'm so glad this is over!" I said happily as he sat me down.

"Me too. But for now, you should go home. I'll tell a special someone you'll be waiting," he winked. He said the last part to where only I could hear.

On my way out, I hugged Nadia and Spencer's parents, almost running out to my car. I got in excitedly and took off, making sure to follow the speed limit around a place full of cops. Once I pulled into my driveway, I hopped out and ran inside, yelling and cheering for myself.

We actually got away with murder!

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