The air was stifling and muffed, as it strangled the life out of everyone in the room. Who knew that this would be the most enigmatic and complex trial in the history of man kind. In the front of the room stood the tower of a man, with a mean double chin, ready to convict and sentence a man to death, with a stroke of his gavel. Judge Richard, known as the hanging judge has never acquitted a man in his life. He holds the record of three hundred convictions a multitude that is unprecedented by any other of his pre successors. To the left of the judge stood the riffraff of hillbillies assigned with the task of hearing evidence, whose lack of comprehension would yield the participants as members of a Kangaroo Court. Standing in front of them, was the defendant Petra Hillsburg, a young misguided twenty-year-old set on trial for the murder of her husband, Mr Louis Hillsburg. The defendant is represented by Danni Krempt, a man known for his astuteness and analytical brain. …show more content…
Danni had represented many convicted criminals and murderers and was a maestro at manipulation. The prosecutor of the case was Attorney General of Louisiana, Gordon Bates, a man known for conniving and macchavellian nature. This was the ensemble that would determine the fate of a young women, whose marriage to a violent, drunk, that resulted in life of continual battery and assault. Was it self defensive or murder?
It is 9 am and the first witness is called to the stand. A Mr Shnoz, the elderly gentlemen who lived next door to the troubled couple. The prosecutor approached the bench and begins his cross examination of Mr Shnoz.
“Please identify yourself as Mr Shnoz the neighbour to the accuse Petra Hillsburg.” Exclaimed the prosecutor. “I am Mr Shnoz.” “Please recount the night of the murder.” “I was in my living room, watching television when I heard Petra yelling and screaming. I assumed that Louis was messing her up with his baseball bat again so I called the Police. Louis shouting, calling her terrible names. I felt very sorry for her but when the police showed and he was lying in a pool of blood, I had no idea that she could do that.” Mr Shnoz said with a face of concern. Danni approached the bench, eager to cross examine the witness. “Mr Shnoz is it true you have a hearing aid and lost your hearing in Afghanistan.” “Yes sir that’s true.” “So is it possible what you heard was just a figment of your imagination, something you have grown accustom to.” “No sir. I heard what I heard.” “Then why Mr Shnoz are you the only one that reported them arguing.” “I don’t know sir. Maybe other people were not at home at the time.” “Highly dubious when it was 11pm at night, wouldn’t you say Mr Shnoz? No further questions for the witness, your honour.” The second witness came to the stand. Sheriff Mayhem, the officer who arrived at the scene of the crime. The prosecutor asked the sheriff to recall the events. “As I arrived at the scene all was silent and there was no noise in the apartment of the couple. I had to kick the door down as I heard no response from them. When I entered the premises I could see a Mr Hillsburg lying in a pool of blood with a knife through his chest. I could not see the wife anywhere in the room but eventually found her in the bathroom with the door locked. She appeared distraught, battered and bruise. “ “Was there any sign of force entry or burglary” asked the prosecutor. “Not whatsoever.” exclaimed the sheriff. Danni fired a question to the sheriff, “when you saw her was she frightened out of her wits? Did she look like she was in control? “Objection your honour, that is leading the witness.” yelled the prosecutor. “Sustained.” said the judge. “Answer the question sheriff.” “Well she appeared to be disorientated, delusional and out of it. So no, she was not in control.” Said the sheriff. Danni Krempt put his star witness on the stand, Petra Hillsburg. “Petra, please explain what happened of that fateful night?” asked Danni. Wiping the tears off