Stereotypes Reversed

Last Kill

(Told from the perspective of the murder victim, to clear up any confusion. The murder victim is a spiritual/ghost like spectre that stands in the center of the courtroom or beside his (living) mother during the story. To clarify no one can see or hear the victim. The bolded lines of speech are the victim speaking out loud)
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Chains clinked together as two police women who held the arms of a petite teenage girl lead her towards the front of the court room, the girls head was held high and on her face was a sickening grin as she looked around at the families she had destroyed including mine.

"This'll be fun."

As the police women -towing the girl between them- neared the stand they grew tense, trying to read the silence that filled the room as hundreds of people watched the murderer they had so delicately nicknamed "Mayhem", walk towards the stands.

Mayhem was seated in the witness stand and sworn in as she stared with a grin at my mother, a relatively small woman with shaky hands and a withering pained look on her face as she stared down my killer.

"I'm sorry you have to face her alone Mom."

I stood beside my mother and watched as the Judge and Jury took their places. They all looked tense, like the spring of a mousetrap ready to be sprung and cut off the smallest amount of hope in the room.

Mayhem's head snapped to the side as the Judge addressed her, reading out the case and the charges with a sullen look. The man had thick rimmed glasses and wrinkles embedded so deep he looked like Shar Pei puppy. He was a round man as well, he almost looked like a swollen blueberry.

"Who invited Jabba to the courtroom?"

I chuckled at my own stupid joke, looking around to see if anyone would react to it. Only to be met with the realization that no one could hear or see me.

"Right.. dead, almost forgot."

The Judge and lawyers for both sides spoke about the case for what seemed like hours. Once they were done, a man dressed in a dark blue suit stepped forward. The best lawyer my mother could buy.

The man cleared his throat and stared Mayhem in the eyes. "Mrs. Jameson, it has come to the attention of the court that you are -for lack of a better term- a mass murderer. We are here today to hear your plea." With that the man turned to face the court, his face hard and blank as he waited for Mayhem to reply.

"Guilty."

The sound of her voice sent chills through me as I recalled my death. The way she had spoken to me as I died beneath her. I could feel fat tears stream down my cheeks and down my chin and throat. The small rivers of tears seemed endless as I saw the look of relief on my mothers face.

"She admitted to it Mom... She'll get what she deserves..."

The room suddenly took on a dangerous silence as Mayhem continued to speak.

"Your Honor, if I may?"

The judge grunted as acknowledgement for her to speak, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Mayhem smiled gratefully and stared straight at my mother.

"If your son had put out he wouldn't be dead."

Gasps came from around the courtroom and rage filled me, metaphorically speaking.

Mayhem continued as I screamed.

"YOU FUCKING RAPIST CUNT! I SAID NO! I SAID NO I SAID NO ISAIDNOISAIDNOISAIDNOISAIDNOISAIDNO!"

My tears kept coming and I stormed across the courtroom, my feet making no sound as I came face to face, floating off the ground slightly to "stand" in front of Mayhem.