If I Killed Someone for You - |Ranboo x Reader.|

Epilogue

"All rise"

The people rose up in unison, the tension of their chairs relaxing fully. Leaving me standing with my hands handcuffed.

I saw the rest of them. Yes, them, staring at me. Some of them crying. Some of them staring at the ground, not wanting to look at my blood covered hands. The rest staring somewhere into space, knowing full well the punishment I was facing.

"This isn't ideal, but the witness has a few words to say" the judge spoke.

I looked up from my orange jumpsuit and stared into the witness's directions.

I gave them a smile of revenge. They weren't getting away with this. None of them were. Am I sorry that I did this? Not at all. Haha, it's ironic, I know.

The witness spoke, "To call you someone I knew is an understatement. To call you someone I loved is no longer a statement at all. You mean nothing to me. Your existence is equivalent to serial killed existence. Lifeless, useless, and fucking dangerous and disgusting. Ranboo, you will never understand the full amount of hate I have for you. The amount of hate I want to give you is the same amount of hate you gave shooting my dad, his co-workers and people known as your friends. Rot in hell, bitch"

I had to hold in my laugh. My pathetic laugh. My maniac considered laugh. I can't laugh at court. But I can laugh in prison, assuming I'm going to get killed immediately by other inmates, as I am in a state were the death penalty isn't served out.

"Your honor, may I speak a word?" I questioned. I technically wasn't allowed to talk, and although I didn't want a lawyer, I was given one anyways, so I didn't really want to follow any rules.

He nodded questionably, and I'm assuming the jury and viewers were also questioning the words I was about to speak.

"I did what I thought was right. And although I'm going to prison for life, and I don't think I'm getting out ANY time soon, I don't regret anything. I did this for love, freedoms, I was attempting my best. I still am. I don't want forgiveness, I want understanding-"

"I'm not going to understand a murderer like you, asshole!" the witness spoke.

"Don't interrupt me, dipshit" I responded. "When I'm dead I want you to remember one thing about me."

"And that is?" the witness questioned.

"That I'd still kill someone for you Y/N."