Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)

Chapter 112: Courthouse Reunion

Y/N's pov:

Taking one final hit from your cigarette, you flick it into the ashtray outside of the courthouse. The wind blew the bits of ashes and smell off your Nevermore uniform.

Glancing at Y/B/F/N, you nudge her shoulder to get her back in the game. "You good?"

She shrugs. "Will be hard not to tear a new one into that bitch."

You laugh. You knew the feeling; you felt it with Tyler. You wanted to kill him, but you couldn't. His heart needed to keep beating just a bit longer. He would cease the moment he stopped being useful, which could be very soon.

"It's time, your highness," says one of your guards. Following the guard into the courthouse, the smile on your face fades off. With each step, your face and body became emotionless. Your eyes locked on the target beyond the door that caused so many problems to you, your loved ones, and your people.

Thank God I completed this part of the school year last year, you thought as you straightened your Vampire royal lineage clip. The shadows unwrinkled whatever wrinkles were on your clothes. You could feel Evelynn's invisible breath in your ears each time you walked into the shadows between the windows.

Yet it wasn't Evelynn's breath that was tickling and pulling your fingers to twitch. They twitched to shake off the anger that wanted to see Laurel Gates suffer in the most inhumane manner possible.

You were bummed that you would have to wait to see her suffer at your hand, but that didn't mean your emotions were patient.

Sitting in the back of the courtroom behind the press, you nod at the prosecutor's head lawyer. It didn't take long for the defense to arrive nor for the very star of the show to take center stage.

A large majority of the session you drowned out for it was the very evidence you gave them. Other times it was the defense that tried to scramble counterarguments that just burnt up immediately or came out raw. It came to the point that Y/B/F/N almost fell asleep.

"Your honor, that brings us to our next point of discussion- Ms. Gates' request to see Mr. Galpin in Willows Hill Hospital."

The whole room blew up with insults and demands for execution at the mention of the crazed woman's request. Sitting in the corner tied up with belts and her head down, her smile grew wider than it was at the beginning. A smile you wanted to punch out and stick to your wall.

Her team went on about how seeing him again would encourage her to cooperate more on who had funded her plan and among other things. Nodding along to every point, her smile became distorted along with her wide eyes. But just like their earlier arguments, these also fell flat the moment the words tripped over the lawyers' lips on its way to the judge.

"We cannot allow that," booms the head prosecutor. "That boy is a victim of manipulation. Allowing the manipulator access to their victim will not help their victim heal."

"Heal?? What healing!? The boy hasn't been collaborative with any of the doctors-"

"Order in the court! Prosecution, continue."

The head prosecutor thanks the judge. "Agreed. Mr. Galpin hasn't made any strides in his healing thanks to the psychological damage Ms. Gates caused him. May I remind defense, jury, and your honor that she kidnapped and tortured Mr. Galpin- who is a minor- for 72 hours straight just a year ago to awaken his sleeping Hyde genes. Used his longing for a maternal connection to enter his mind for 2 years, which only strengthened the imprisonment of slave and master."

As he went down the list of things she did to Tyler her smile overtook her entire face. As if all she had was just a smile- no nose or eyes. Silently telling everyone she had won before the trial even began.