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Chapter Twenty

(A/N: Its the last chapter guys. Play the song during the chapter, trust me it goes really well with it. Enjoy.)

The day of the trial couldn't come sooner.

By the time Friday actually arrived, I felt as if I was slowly going mad inside the tiny cell.

It felt as though I had spent years in the prison from the time I saw Aaron, but in reality it had only been less then a week.

On Friday morning the guards came and picked me up, telling me to shower and then putting me in a clean prison uniform.

I was taken to the nearest court, cuffed and my feet in chains.
I can honestly say it wasn't the greatest experience of my life but it needed to happen so I can escape and eventually be rid of this country and its government.

When we entered the building, there was tons of cameras flashing and reporters asking ridiculous questions. I grimaced alittle at the bright lights and looked away.

More questions were soon asked, "Did you really kill all those people?", "How did you avoid police capture for over 3 years?", "What drove you to kill your parents?".

I answered them all with a simple, "Fuck off, Assholes."
And continued walking to the front of the building, where I took my seat and waited for the trial to begin.

Time slowed down and I hardly listened to anything that was going on around me.

"Johanna?" I heard the judge ask.

"What." I said out of boredom.

"Are you even paying attention to your trial or your fate?" The female judge questioned.

"Not really." I replied, gasped could be heard from the peanut gallery behind me and I snickered at the stupidness of it all.

"Very well", The judge said and glared at my smirking face, "Let's get on with the charges."

Then the trial officially began.

After 2 hours of sitting on my ass, hearing the whimpers of families and friends who 'lost' members because of me, I could honestly said I was sick to my stomach at the pitiful, feeble sounds of these weaklings.

And I couldn't find a perfect attack opening in order to make my retreat.

However as the trail droned on, I noticed my guards were starting to get tired and unobservant.

Using this to my advantage, I used a old bobby pin I found in my cell, (I don't want to even know where it came from) and carefully without drawing attention to myself, picked the cuffs that held my legs together.

Then as prosecutors continued to make there cases to the judge and jury, I picked the handcuffs and slid them off with ease.

That's when a guard noticed then I was now free of my bonds, I smirked at him and he called out, "The prisoner's free! She broke her cuffs, guys help me get her!"

The room erupted in a panic.

New reporters flung their hands up and started wail loudly. While others, mostly families of victims, clung to each other and started crying stating that they didn't want to die.

When a guard was looking in the crowds for me, I managed to pop him one in the nose and knocking him unconscious.
I grabbed his gun and stuck it in the waistband of my prison suit.

This is too easy. I thought to myself, but I ended up shrugging it off.

In all the confusion, the guards lost sight of me and I easily was able to slip out the back door without being seen by anyone. Or so I thought.