Mystic Law

The Final Decision (3)

Chapter 3

Most men would call me foolish for still trying to live through my life. I never figured out why, but they seem to picture every day of my life being the same as the previous two years. Unfortunately, they keep picturing me getting slammed to the ground in trials and my heavy ordeals I went through days after I left the hospital. I’ve tried telling them that everything was fine, and that I could continue my ways of serving the law… but they always find themselves shrouded in their own thoughtless illusions.

History like that doesn’t repeat itself… it never has and it never did.

However, some people see me as heroic for continuing on through my efforts. They are the people I still talk to… or should I just say “beings” so I’m not too racist? Heh, the beings I met on my travels… all of their meetings began once I made this one decision; The decision to ditch the firm.

*November 25th, 2029*

It had been a few days since that unfortunate event in the courtroom. Whenever the nurse gave me the daily newspaper there were many articles about what the people in the jury and crowds experienced. They described what they’d seen as “mystical” or “magical,” or, my personal favorite, “murderous.” I was a bit relieved that someone took the time to describe a scene with something that I was, not only witnessing, but was a victim of.

The hospital in Trenton, New Jersey was somewhat quiet. The sound of the patient beside me flickering the television with the remote over and over made it seem like crickets were in the room. Sooner or later, I thought I was going to go insane from that sound. Fortunately, that man suffering from severe head trauma, along with almost a full-body cast was able to choose one channel that I was “ok” with; animal planet.

I’ll never know why, but I’ve always been interested in animals. To be honest, being a vet was more of a fallback plan to me; if law failed, then being a vet was the next option. Ever since I laid eyes at a few wolves at a zoo when I was little I’ve been interested in animals. I saw them as another viewpoint; they perceived the world in a different way than us humans. Sometimes I’ve even wondered if animals thought similarly like humans did; did animals carry emotions or thoughts like we did or are we far evolved passed animals to the point that only we can emote?

I always figured that animals had their own way of conveying their emotions, its just that they vary from certain animals. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to learn too much stuff from that channel; they mostly hosted shows like “The Haunting” or “Animal Cops,” and one of those two don’t even involve animals.

Either way, the room I was in was comfy; the beds were filled with sheets so it was like I was sleeping on a cloud. Pillows were numerous, and the hospital food wasn’t that bad at all (I’ll never understand why so many people hated hospital food… or was it airline food?). I was told that I only suffered from a concussion and, because my firm said so, they told the nurses to keep me in here for an extra day; I was fine in barely any time but they just didn’t believe me or were just too cautious to take any risks.

Most people would say that this would be a sign that they are very caring to their own employees. Well, I would have to object to that statement; I hardly even talk to anyone else in my own firm so why would I have friends in it? It made no sense to me at the time but now I came up with my own reason; they saw me as an asset to them, therefore, for selfish reasons, they are trying their hardest to get me back in tip-top shape. I’m not the best lawyer in the firm but I’m good enough to be considered an asset.

Fortunately, there was one thing that got me distracted from the constant remote clicks.

The door at the end of the room opened slightly, revealing a young teenager with blonde, short-ish hair. His eyes were blue and his height wasn’t much compared to mine; he was about five foot 8 and I was 6 foot 2 or 3. He wore the same old black jacket that he always wears, and he had a backpack filled with textbooks and binders. “Hey Collin,” I called to him. “How’s my little bro doing?”