Glaring defiantly at the judge my best friend adamantly denied having murdered those girls. His voice was firm, contradictory to his shaking hands that were clasped together in a vain attempt to hide his nervousness.
As I am being called to the stand next, I too am slightly nervous. A long slow walk, with a thousand eyes staring at me but there is only one pair I care about. Adam looked at me, giving me the tiniest smile, just a small turning up of the corner of his lips. A small smile to impart some strength. I give him a small nod; I know exactly what I need to say to get him acquitted. The possibility of him being guilty has never once even crossed my mind. I know him like family, he is innocent. He has been framed.
I take the stand, say the vows I've memorised and prepare to answer all the questions. However, there is only one question that is important. I wait patiently for it to come. We had prepared our response. I was his false alibi against the overwhelming evidence. Now I just had to follow the plan. Then almost before I knew it, the question came up.
"Was Adam with you on the 17th of March, the night of the murders?"
"No". Unsurprisingly, there are audible gasps from the audience. Unsurprisingly, Adam is standing there perhaps the most shocked of all.
After all I can hardly have them find out I was the murderer.
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Not guilty as charged
General FictionA second story written with a story prompt. Prompt: Your best friend is in court, accused of nineteen murders. You've been called as a witness to defend him, and you have the evidence you need to do it, because you're the killer.
