Memory Lane

Chapter 23: Rachel

(Mentioned songs: none this time around :p)

"... what on Earth?" was the only thing the judge could say.

Everyone was gasping, the balls of these two kids! Violet swallowed hard as she stood upright on the stand, the prosecutor blinking at her.

"This is clearly in contempt of court, Your Honor," the defense attorney protested. "These children have no idea on how the law works."

"Not so. I have had courses on how the law works. I study law. The prosecution is now ready, Your Honor," Violet countered. "I am Violet Adonis Connelly."

"You're joking me-! Your Honor, I object to this breach of laws!"

The judge seemed quite impressed by Violet, sighing as he conceded to her being the new, temporary prosecutor. "Overruled. We've had stranger and younger lawyers. This wouldn't even be the first time someone has pulled this."

Violet gritted her teeth and stood her ground. "The infamous Robotic Serial Killer of '89. No one could find evidence against him until someone took over the prosecutor's stand and found evidence that brought him to justice."

"... yes. I'm surprised you are aware of such a case."

"Apple never falls far from the tree, then," Violet grinned, standing straighter. "Sir, I present to you ten years' worth of medical reports of Rachel's documented injuries. Jared, could you take the stand?"

Jared got onto the stand and Violet looked at Rachel, a glimmer of hope rising in those eyes. She just silently hoped that she could actually turn that hope into reality.

"Tell me, what were some of Rachel's injuries and when have you seen them?" "

"Uhm..." Jared was frowning before he lightened up. "Her black eye and I suspected some broken ribs, sometime last year..."

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Rachel had walked into the wheel of fortune time in Falcon's house. Jared and Falcon were grooving to a song.

"Heya! What's going- oh. Dude what happened to your face?" Falcon asked, looking up at her.

She touched her face, sighing. "I walked into a door."

"Ouch!" Falcon winced. She quickly moved to grab an ice pack from the fridge. Her movements stuttered a little when she looked back at Rachel, as if seeing something surprising. But she said nothing.

Jared was a little more straightforward, however.

"You wouldn't walk into a door..."

"Sometimes I'm blind, okay?" Rachel laughed, though her laughter was choked and wheezy, constricting and painful for her chest. Her ribs were broken. And it hurt.

"Are you okay?" Jared asked, as he pressed the ice pack from Falcon to Rachel's eye. Falcon remained quiet, watching Rachel. Her neutral face did not fall, but her eyes shone with concern and worry.

"Yeah, I'm good..." Rachel muttered.

"No you're not," Jared said. "Where else does it hurt?"

Rachel remained quiet for a moment. "I'm fine, honestly." She met Falcon's eyes. "Back me up here."

"You got into a fight."

That was the first thing out of Falcon's mouth as her eyes widened and she looked up at Falcon.

"Your ribs are probably broken and you have a black eye. How did you get here?"