Harboring A Fugitive

Chapter Seven

Court

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I woke up to Master staring holes into my face.

"How long have you been in here?" It's creepy how he can sneak in here and I can't hear him...

"A couple of minutes, I was gonna wake you up, but you just woke up." He stood from my bed and handed me some crutches that were strewn across the floor.

"You gotta go to court, so you'll need these." He helped me to the edge of my cell where my breakfast was.

"Eat up." He sat next to me Indian style and played with his hair.

I silently ate my oatmeal and when I was finished, I could see Master from the corner of my eye staring intently at me with those beautiful mismatch eyes.

"Hm?" I hummed to ask what he wanted.

"Do you know how to braid hair?"

I blushed and nodded. Gees, I feel like a girl when I braid peoples' hair. Then again, when I was little I'd braid my mom's hair and not have a care in the world.

"Can you braid my hair, please?" He unraveled his hair from his hairband and handed it to me.

I crawled behind him and brushed through his long, black hair with my fingers. That tiny strand of blonde hair still rested on his ear.

I parted 3 sections of his hair and wound them together until I had only a tiny tail left, and I wrapped the hairband around it to hold everything together.

I crawled back over to my meal and bit into a biscuit and watched as he flipped the braid over his shoulder.

"Do you need anything, pet?" I glared when he called me pet, but I still responded.

"I need to pee." He chuckled and helped me to my feet.

After I was finished in the bathroom, I made my way on my crutches to the breakfast hall where Master said he'd meet me, and Hermit was conversing with him by the door.

"But you know how much trouble you can- Ohhh, hey Keith..." He said suspiciously, looking anywhere but my face.

I pouted and stood by my master and decides not to say anything.

Both me and him could get in trouble for having a relationship, and Hermit can, too, for knowing and not telling anyone.

I have to admit, even though I did not ask to be with him, he still is one for looks, and he has a sweet heart. Until you piss him off.

When you piss him off, he doesn't let it go. He brings out the whips and chains.

Well, only to me, when I misbehave.

"Come on, let's get you in the car. I'll be driving you to the courthouse because Hermit has to look after one of the prisoners." He opened one of the doors for me and I got to his police car and reached for the handle, but he slapped my hand away.

Like a gentleman, he opened the car door for me and helped me inside, then buckled my seatbelt.

I watched him through the windshield as he skipped happily to his side of the car and seated himself.

"I'm so glad I got to drive you! Now you can tell me some things about yourself." He backed out of his parking space and drove towards the courthouse.

"What do you wanna know?" I asked curiously. He hasn't looked in my file?

"Like your favorite color, your favorite superhero or God or Goddess and that kinda stuff." He turned his gaze from the road and smiled at me.

"Hm, well... I have to say my favorite color is rainbow, but if I had to pick just one, it would be the color of your left eye." I blushed when I realised that I just admitted to looking at his eyes.

He smirked and gestured for me to go on.

"My favorite superhero is Spiderman. Not the old one, but the new one. The new one is sort of a smartass but It's funny when he does that to the bad guys." Master laughed and agreed with my choice.

"I like Spiderman, as well, but mostly because his symbol looks like the Danger Days' spider."

"What... Danger Days?" My eyebrows turned up in confusion.

His expression changed from excitemed to shocked image a slit second, I swear this man is bipolar.

"You mean... You've never heard of My Chemical Romance?!" I didn't know his voice could get that high.

"What the bloody hell is My Chemical Roman-" Before I could finish my sentence, Master slapped a CD into the radio and a song began to play.

"Look alive sunshine, 1:09 in the sky but the pigs won't quit, you're here with me, Doctor Death Defying!" He sang along.

I laughed when he repeatedly sang the words until he had to take a deep breath and resumed singing.

The song was actually pretty catchy, and after it was finished he told me the name of the song was 'Na Na Na'.

We finally pulled into the courthouse and Master parked the car on the side of the road and helped me pit of my seat.

"Well, here it is..." Once we stepped inside, I looked up to the ceiling. It was so high!

I was brought to a swivel chair behind a long wooden table with papers piled in front of me.

Master sat the closest possible to me, which was four rows away from me. The poor guy was sandwiched between an old lady and a fat man.

A lot of people came here, I wonder why... I didn't think anyone would care for me or my dad, but I guess I was wrong. There had to be about 100 people here.

"Welcome, Mr. Donnel. We are gathered here today for the murder of Michael Donnel. Have you or have you not confessed to killing your father?" The judge began.

"Yes sir, I have killed him with a meat cleaver and I do not regret it at all. He deserved to die for what he did to me, and what he has caused in my life. He blamed me for the death of ny mother, beat me, called me unfriendly things, and sexually harrassed me."

You could hear several gasps and mumbled coming from the crowd, and most of them were audible, saying I was a heartless monster that needed to die myself.

The judge slammed her mallot onto her desk and yelled "Silence!" so loud, it echoed.

"You are still guilty for murder, no matter the circumstances, and are hereby sentenced to death. You know the rules of this country, and you will following them at all costs, and if not, you will be punishment. And this is your fair punishment." Cheers from the crowd were blocked out by the ringing in my ears.

All I could hear was my father's voice in my head.

"You have no one else left, because you are nothing but a disgrace to man kind and a failure to the Donnel's history."

I hung my head in shame but kept a straight face.

I looked into the crowd and saw Master unhappy for once, I actually think he was crying.

He couldn't be crying for me, though.

I deserved this, and I was going to take my death gladly. So why does he care?

Because he cares for you, idiot.

No he doesn't, he's my jail cell guard. He was going to rape me the first day we met, which was three days ago! Certainly he couldn't have developed feelings for me in that short of time.

But I have. There's no denying it. He was beautiful, unlike me.

He has long black hair that was beautiful, just like his face.

Mine is almost white, and almost the shape of a mop.

He has pretty mismatched eyes.

I have ugly red ones.

His skin is so beautiful, and he was a muscular and sexy piece of man.

I am paler than paper, weak, and an ugly little dwarf albino.

"The day of your death will be in three weeks to this day, at 3:00 sharp." Everyone was dismissed and I was hurried back to the car.

I'm going to die...