The Trial (5sos)

Two

Luke Hemmings roughly loosened his tie that choked his neck like a dog collar. He rolled up the sleeves of his white button down shirt all the way up passed his elbows making himself more comfortable.

He paced the interrogation center of the local jail he visited to talk to one of the inmates he suspected knew something on the Irwin case. A loud buzzing noise rang in his ear making him spin around to see two police men escorting a young man in handcuffs into the room.

The prisoner's name was Michael Clifford. He had said he knew details on this particular case and agreed to meet with Luke to discuss them.

He wore a beaten up old orange jumpsuit with faded black numbers in the top left corner and had dark circles under his eyes, which were a deep green. He smirked at the sight of Luke in his shirt and tie and laughed "Hemmings, right?" He asked.

"Yes, and your Clifford?" Luke replied too scared to move forward to shake his filthy hand.

"Guilty" he said ironically.

One policemen let go of Michael's arm and looked at Luke "you trust him with no handcuffs?"

Luke looked at the spitting image of the joker and swallowed hard "yeah" he said hesitantly.

The policemen laughed "it's your funeral.." He said under his breath as he unlocked the handcuffs around Michael's wrists.

Michael rubbed the red marks where the cuffs had been placed and sighed with relief that their pressure was gone. He brought his hands up to his bleach blonde hair and messed it up to a strange perfection then made his way over to the chair at the head of the table "alright, let's get this thing started" he said taking a seat in the chair.

Luke glanced at the policemen who went to exit the room "w-wait! Aren't one of you going to stay in here?" He asked.

The two men looked at each other and laughed before walking out the door and locking it, sending the same buzzing noise ringing through Luke's ears again.

The lawyer focused his attention back to the criminal in front of him "so, hi–"

"Are you really going to play the 'you don't know me' card?" Michael asked leaning forward and resting his hands on the table.

Luke looked at him awkwardly "uh..have we met?"

Michael laughed "you put me in here" he said more seriously "for something I didn't even fucking do, you bastard" he sneered.

"Well..you've done plenty of other bad things, so you'd end up here eventually" Luke talked back..unfortunately.

"Look Hemmings, the only reason I agreed to meet with you is so I could tell you all the things that you ruined for me!" Michael yelled in anger pounding the table with his fists "I didn't break into city hall, you did! I didn't kidnap the mayor you did Hemmings! You and I, we're a lot alike mate" he leaned in closer to Luke's face "and you've so much as visited a jail"

Luke was silent.

"You always take the case of the crime you committed, you fucking murdered Irwin's wife Luke, what do you want from me?" Michael stepped away from the nervously sweaty lawyer.

"Alright Clifford shut the hell up!" Luke yelled back, leaning forward on the metal table in front of them finally dropping his innocent act "what do you know?"

Michael laughed evilly "a lot more than you think"

"Spill"

"Well, first of all" Michael sat down "Luanne wasn't as sweet and pure as you thought" he smirked "she had a secret"