little angel ☼ kit walker

ii. escape artists

     1962

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  THURSDAY ROLLED around quickly. Gemma Martin opened the file about Kit Walker, twirling her pen in her fingers as she bit her lip. Questions filled her brain, opening a new report on the man, she sighed. Not being able to report any signs of insanity or something the jury was looking for to punish him. Dr. Martin could only document the sadness that past through has eyes as she mentioned his wife.

The blonde girl's head fell into her hands, unable to find anything else on Kit, that could make him innocent or guilty. She would have to wait for his next session in an hour, hopefully to get more information for his document.

Gemma groaned quietly, giving up on the paperwork and headed outside of her stuffy office. She entered the halls, the lights flickering, her pace started to get quicker. "Help! He's escaping! The killer is escaping! Help me! In the hallway! He's trying to get out!" Gemma sprinted to the end of the hall, ignoring the pain in her feet from her heels.

Dr. Martin turned the corner, two woman who were patients stood side by side, while guards surrounding a patient on the ground. "Excuse me? What is going on here?" Gemma interrupted, crossing her hands on her shoulder, the familiar glint in her eyes reminded the patients of Sister Jude. They shivered, avoiding her eye contact.

"Dr. Martin," Joseph, the guard gasped, "He was trying to escape." Gemma looked to the patient on the floor, Kit glanced up at her, his pleading eyes boring into her's.

He was about to protest, but Dr. Martin's voice beat him to it. "That's impossible." She argued, slightly bending down and offering a hand to Kit. "Mr. Walker was just on his way for his session. Surely, this was a mistake." Once Kit stood, he took his place beside Gemma, and angry glint in his eyes while he stared at Lana Winters. "Now, gentlemen, please apologize for beating Mr. Walker when he was only being a responsible patient."

The three guards curtly mumbled a 'sorry' before escorting the two women watching the scene in front of them. Gemma grinned like Cheshire Cat, rubbing her hands together, she turned to Kit. "Thank you so much, Dr. Martin. You're the first doctor to ever show me so much kindness."

The blonde's grin faded, and Kit had feared that he made her upset. Gemma reached out and touched Kit's cheek, the man subtly flinching at her warm touch. "You're the first patient I've ever found innocent without doing a second session."

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"You wanted to speak?" Sister Jude knocked, entering her daughter's office. Gemma nodded, gesturing for her mother to take a seat. Sister Jude complied, "What's this about, Gemma, I've things to attend to."

The blonde girl but her lip, "I don't think Kit Walker is 'Bloody Face', mother." The confession was dry, she didn't have any evidence and Gemma knew that. Judy knew that Gemma saw the good in everyone. Gemma knew that Judy was apart of a hit-in-run, and never turned her back on her mother. That's the way Gemma was, and that's why her job and her heart always clouded the facts.

"Gem, you have no evidence, no facts. You simply can't decide his fate without those concepts!" Sister Jude stated, her hands slamming on the desk.

"I don't need the facts, mother! He is innocent! He can't describe the murders to me! He can't tell me who he killed, how he killed them, why he did it! He was framed!" Gemma's voice rose, her body stood from her chair. The outburst felt necessary, but Sister Jude looked at her daughter stunned. Her mind not wanting to admit Kit Walker may be innocent after all.