Elements

Well, You Knew Something All Right

Everywhere, all I could see was grey metal as I stepped in. Sigh. Next time, I'm telling whoever that is in charge of jail construction to make a wooden one. Where's all the fun when you can't escape?

Then, I spotted my comrades. Their heads lifted with a shock expression. “I thought you had him,” whispered Hale.

“Something else is going on,” I explained everything that happened.

“Do you have any idea what it is?” Their heads shook. That’s what I thought.

“Hello, my dear invaders.” A voice interjected my thoughts. “My name is General Carson. Quite a damage you made there. Not to mention our Minister,” smirked the speaker. A stereotype starchy image of a general appeared.  “I’m here to tell you that tomorrow. We’ll be in court. It’s quite late and there’s a lot to solve. Can’t believe a bunch of teenagers tried to invade us. Haven’t your mom told you better?”

 As he talked, I scrutinized him and concluded that this was definitely an annoying one. He smirks, condescending eyes couldn’t bother me more. 

“What now?” asked Duncan after the General left.

“Well, maybe they’ll let us off the hook when they found out that I didn’t kill the man. They would rather be interested in what killed him. There’s another invader and it’s a far more dangerous one.”

We’ve been put into a line with me up front. I hear whispers, everyone calling me the “Leader” and an idiot. Excuse me? I broke into your "superly secured building." Me, a sixteen year old that adults tried to trap in school. 

It’s a courtroom we stepped into. People in formal clothes sitting on the pew glared at us. And, they call us hostile. We sat down on our respected seats which were in front of audience.  My hands tapped the mahogany table in the cadence of an impatient habit. I’ve confronted myself. Yes, I am afraid. My heart was beating quick.

Then, they arrived. Everyone stood, show their regards by bowing and then sat.

Three men were walking in their red military uniform. An old grey-haired man who looked quite fit for his age was in the middle. He was walking upright in a military stance. Another man in either his mid-forties or thirties had blond shaggy hair.  And, then there’s him, a familiar face which time has change but is still recognizable. Brown hair that made his greens eyes contrast perfectly.  But instead of feeling the love of cupid's arrow, vengeance immediately rose within my mouth and tasted like bile in between my gritted teeth.  

They sat right in front of us. The guy in his middle aged man look at each of us, assessing. The old man flipped the papers on the table.  The younger that’s my age, Elijah, got a look of me. My eyes can’t help but shoot daggers at him. But to my surprise, he showed no sign of recognition.

“The leading figure – Rydel Lir. Let me ask you one question. Why?”

“The attack?” I smirked, “You know what you did.” Why can't they just admit it?

“Would you like to elaborate more on that matter?” Well, here we go again. Faking the knowledge of it. Every bone in my body want to scream at them to just give it up already but, well, it wouldn't go anywhere and is highly unprofessional. I don't need people thinking I'm just a hurt sixteen year old who needs anger management. 

“I would rather like to talk about the subject that killed Minister Harold which wasn’t me.” This was the moment when pause hit on life. He stared at me with confusion for a brief second, seemingly processing what I just said. Then whispers broke loose.

“Silence! Then, talk.”

I explained everything I saw. Well, he was shocked. First, the old man’s mouth open for a brief second. Then, his forehead creased while his eyes focused on every word. He believes me eventhough it seems like I’m telling a fantasy horror story. The other two, though, looked incredulous and completely oblivious.

“Interrogation over. We’ll take this to the next room.”

Then, we were led back to the cell.