The FAYZ Trials

Freddy Wishman read over his case notes for the final time before stepping out into the court room. He was about to take part as a prosecuting barrister on the world’s most talked about trials since Nuremburg.

The FAYZ Trials. A series of unbelievable cases. A town full of kids trapped underneath a massive dome where weird mutations took place and normal life had crashed and burnt. Freddy had read the notes and was aware of the difficult situations that those kids had been through whilst in the FAYZ. But there were still some events that would not go unnoticed back in reality.

Today he was a part of what was labelled The Mineshaft Incident. It involved the murder of Duck Zang. Two boys, twins, namely Caine Soren and Sam Temple had thrown Duck into what was known as the Darkness, an unexplainable being that caused chaos and tragedy inside the FAYZ. Freddy knew that Mr Zang had effectively sacrificed himself by telling the boys to throw him at the Darkness which was also known as the Gaiaphage. Mr Zang had a mutation that allowed him to sink or rise through space and solid objects, by being thrown he would close up the mineshaft and prevail the Darkness. These two boys had thrown him which meant that they had killed him, or, to be more precise sacrificed him. It was delicate ground, Freddy knew that there would have been no malice involved but it was his job to make sure the jury knew what decision to make.

“Mr Sam Temple you are being trialled for the murder of Mr Duck Zang, how do you plead?”

The boy looked a bag of nerves, Freddy could see the fear in his eyes. His opponent, the boy’s defendant was his good friend Karim Smith, Freddy sighed, this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Not guilty,” the boy mumbled.

The judge nodded and began to reel off the events of that night for the jury. They’d already been told one hundred times and Freddy was eager to get into action but formalities were formalities

 

and they had to be done.

“So Mr Temple and Mr Soren both agreed to throw Mr Zang into the Darkness,” the judge’s tone was dry and disbelieving, Freddy knew it sounded absurd but the case had to be taken seriously. “Now we shall hear from Mr Wishman the prosecutor,”

Freddy stood up and faced the jury, he braced himself. Over the years he’d been branded as inconsiderate, unprofessional and ruthless but that hadn’t stopped him from being selected for the world’s most anticipated trials, nor had it stopped him from successfully bringing over twenty murderers, ten rapists and five terrorists to justice in his six year career. The world held its breath as Freddy carefully formed his expression for the cameras. It was to be the first globally televised, live court case in history and Freddy wanted to look his best. Set in London, the kids had travelled halfway across the world and whilst Mr Temple looked tired and scared, Freddy looked sharp and alert in his Armani suit.

“Mr Temple,” he began “How is it that you can condone tossing a fellow human being into a creature that you knew was capable of killing and destroying Mr Zang?” Always a good opener-question the morals.

“Duck told us to,” replied Sam. Freddy grinned ready for his next question.