Post by melissaq9 on Jan 27, 2009 22:26:54 GMT -4
A new story I started. Will definitely have some Ben in it!
www.fanfiction.net/s/4822728/1/Treason
Here is the first chapter...
Chapter 1-Sentenced
“Pretty girl is suffering,
while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
what his intentions were about”
Constance stared up at the witness stand in horror. She hadn’t turned around when he entered the courtroom; the prosecutor’s star witness. She never needed to confirm with her eyes when he walked into a room. His mere presence sent a crystal clear message to her body. But there was no pleasant message sent to her today. Today she only felt dread, as if her fate was being sealed.
She watched as he placed his hand on the bible and took his oath. As he sat down he looked her way and their eyes met. Constance could have gasped out loud from the cold hate she found in his eyes. But instead she looked down and away from him like she always had; like a coward. She didn’t find the strength to look up again until he began to answer the prosecutor’s questions; until he began to tell them all what she had done.
“She's beautiful as usual
with bruises on her ego and
her killer instinct tells her to
be aware of evil men”
Constance focused on keeping her palms flat on the table in front of her. If she didn’t she knew she would begin to claw at the hand cuffs that bound her wrists. So she tried to block out what he was saying and concentrate only on her hands and the table. It didn’t work. Solitary words infiltrated her concentration. Words like; torture, grave robbery, extortion, murder, and war. Six little words he repeated over and over as if he was reading out a laundry list. He went into specific detail about the people she had tortured. He told everyone in the court room where she had done it, how she had done it, and who she had done it to. Then he told them all where she had put the bodies of her victims. He told this all with such clarity that Constance knew not one person in that courtroom would doubt his words.
When the prosecutor was finished asking their questions the judge looked to her lawyer. Constance knew she had no hope when her defender shook her head to indicate that she had no questions to ask.
As the judge dismissed him from the witness stand Constance chanced to look up at him. He had already been looking at her and the resulting smirk he sent her told her everything she needed to know. He had planned it all. From the very beginning to her sitting handcuffed in front of him now. It had all been planned so he could get away with it. Constance knew in her very core that he had done all of the horrible things he had just accused her of, and he was going to let her suffer for his actions. He didn’t look back as he walked out of the courtroom and she cursed the day she was first introduced to Martin Keamy and his charity work in Uganda.
“It’s the way that he makes you cry
It’s the way that he's in your mind
It’s the way that he makes you fall in love”
It was really no surprise when the jury returned not even a half an hour later with a guilty verdict. Constance stood as her sentence was read and to her credit she did not shed one tear when she heard it. Death, she had been sentenced to death.
“And that's what you get for falling again
you can never get him out of your head”
www.fanfiction.net/s/4822728/1/Treason
Here is the first chapter...
Chapter 1-Sentenced
“Pretty girl is suffering,
while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
what his intentions were about”
Constance stared up at the witness stand in horror. She hadn’t turned around when he entered the courtroom; the prosecutor’s star witness. She never needed to confirm with her eyes when he walked into a room. His mere presence sent a crystal clear message to her body. But there was no pleasant message sent to her today. Today she only felt dread, as if her fate was being sealed.
She watched as he placed his hand on the bible and took his oath. As he sat down he looked her way and their eyes met. Constance could have gasped out loud from the cold hate she found in his eyes. But instead she looked down and away from him like she always had; like a coward. She didn’t find the strength to look up again until he began to answer the prosecutor’s questions; until he began to tell them all what she had done.
“She's beautiful as usual
with bruises on her ego and
her killer instinct tells her to
be aware of evil men”
Constance focused on keeping her palms flat on the table in front of her. If she didn’t she knew she would begin to claw at the hand cuffs that bound her wrists. So she tried to block out what he was saying and concentrate only on her hands and the table. It didn’t work. Solitary words infiltrated her concentration. Words like; torture, grave robbery, extortion, murder, and war. Six little words he repeated over and over as if he was reading out a laundry list. He went into specific detail about the people she had tortured. He told everyone in the court room where she had done it, how she had done it, and who she had done it to. Then he told them all where she had put the bodies of her victims. He told this all with such clarity that Constance knew not one person in that courtroom would doubt his words.
When the prosecutor was finished asking their questions the judge looked to her lawyer. Constance knew she had no hope when her defender shook her head to indicate that she had no questions to ask.
As the judge dismissed him from the witness stand Constance chanced to look up at him. He had already been looking at her and the resulting smirk he sent her told her everything she needed to know. He had planned it all. From the very beginning to her sitting handcuffed in front of him now. It had all been planned so he could get away with it. Constance knew in her very core that he had done all of the horrible things he had just accused her of, and he was going to let her suffer for his actions. He didn’t look back as he walked out of the courtroom and she cursed the day she was first introduced to Martin Keamy and his charity work in Uganda.
“It’s the way that he makes you cry
It’s the way that he's in your mind
It’s the way that he makes you fall in love”
It was really no surprise when the jury returned not even a half an hour later with a guilty verdict. Constance stood as her sentence was read and to her credit she did not shed one tear when she heard it. Death, she had been sentenced to death.
“And that's what you get for falling again
you can never get him out of your head”
