Ellie Parkinson and the Realm of Evil

The Trial

“Matt,” I cried, and gave him a tight hug while he still recovered from the pleasant shock of my presence in his highly secured underground cell. 

“Ellie, how the hell did you break that glass? And how on earth were you able to sneak in here?” Matt blurted out insanely, touching me as though he couldn't believe I was a solid human.

“I will explain everything later, I have very less time,” I asserted, releasing him. “First answer the question for which I have taken so much risk. Did you kill Emily and her boyfriend Broderick? Matt eyed me resentfully at my question and moved back.

“So you don't believe me either Ellie,” 

“Matt, I believe in you more than myself, why else do you think I'm present in your highly secured cell by placing my life in danger?!” I exclaimed, highly affronted. “Matt, I just need to know the truth from your mouth,”

“I didn't kill anyone Ellie. That day, after your incident with Emily, I dropped you at your place and went home straight, and that's all,” 

“But then, on what basis did they arrest you?”

“I don't how it happened, but the LPCI discovered the knife used to murder Emily and Broderick, and according to them it had my fingerprints on it,” Matt conveyed, looking at me straight in the eye. I trusted him, but to prove his innocence, I had to be assured that he was telling the truth. Therefore, I used my telepathic power to read his mind and a tide of joy and relief splashed in my heart. Indeed, he was conveying the truth, however, I was at loss as to how to prove his innocence. I had begun to ponder about searching for potential evidence to prove him innocent when we heard the sound of footsteps above.

“It’s time for me to leave Matt. Take care, and I swear on my life, I will tear hell apart for evidence and walk you out of court tomorrow cleared of all charges,” I claimed firmly, and with a final to Matt, jumped the wall and sprinted out. 

I took off the police uniform and wore my mask and gloves as I walked out of the corridor, while the security guards still lay unconscious on the ground. I looked through the quarterly slid elevator door to see equipped forces marching from the end of the hallway. Thus, I closed the doors and the elevator ascended. It reached the topmost floor, and as anticipated by me, Jason Fox welcomed me outside with the entire police force equipped with rifles pointed in my direction. 

“Put your hands in the air!” he commanded, as I walked out of the elevator and raised my hands. And that was exactly the blunder which ruined his game…as I swung my hands in the air and their rifles started shaking violently in their hands, and ultimately rose in the air to fire heir bullets at the windows around, while the officers stared at the flying guns in utmost shock and clasped their hands on their ears.

The instant those rifles emptied, I sprinted across the hall and leaped out of one the windows outside. I had acted on my instinct despite my tremendous fear of heights, adrenaline bolted across my bloodstream as I flew through the air, perceiving death so closely. I was nearly six feet above the ground when I rolled around in the air and fired at the wall with the grappling g*n that I had nicked from Holden's place. The hook struck the wall firmly and I swung in mid-air by the cord and landed rolling onto the ground. My arms and legs got badly bruised in the process, but I had little to worry about anything else than disappearing from that area as quickly as possible.   

“May I know how you received these bruises Miss Ellie?” inquired the lady doctor, cleaning them with alcohol and applying an antiseptic cream as I winced terribly.

“It was a bike accident doctor,” I lied quickly, recalling that thunderous leap from the headquarters’ building.

“Oh! Must've been riding with your boyfriend,” she teased, raising her eyebrows. Dad looked at me guiltily as mum glared at him, extremely enraged at him for allowing me to visit Matt's house. I had fed them with a lie that a speeding driver had lost control of his bike and I fell on the pavement while trying to avoid it and by god's grace they bought it. I ran upstairs immediately after reaching home, after bearing mum's outburst throughout the journey back home. In a fit of fury, she grounded me for a lifetime, but that wasn't possible as Matt's trial was to be held the next day, and my mind kept me awake the whole night contemplating intensely on a potential piece of evidence that could prove Matt’s innocence in the court of law. 

The day finally dawned, and the rising sun creeped me out for the first time in my brief life, specifically since I was unable to obtain a way through which I could make it evident in court that Matt wasn't the culprit behind Emily and Broderick’s murder. Almost every parent from school including mum and dad were going to be present at the court along with Jared and James, while I was grounded by mum, hence, I couldn't accompany them. I wasn't eager to visit the court either since I hadn't gathered any evidence as of that point.

“I am sorry Ellie,” apologized dad, as he put on his formals. “I can't overrule your mum's decision this time, otherwise she'll throw us both out of the house,” he laughed lightly, making me force a laugh too. “Have faith in the lord Ellie, he can never be unfair to his servants. If Matt is indeed innocent, he will walk out of that court like a free bird,” he reassured me and placing a light kiss on my forehead they left.

Lying in my bed, I pressured my mind into deep contemplation regarding the case. What piece of the puzzle was I missing? I thought, closing my eyes and replaying the memory of that incident with Emily multiple times. But my efforts were futile, nothing seemed to fit together. I banged my fist against the drawer beside my table, and it slid open, revealing one of my school files…And that's when it hit me. The file I had snatched from that lady officer along with her uniform in the headquarters, read ‘Brent High murder case'. Moreover, when it fell during my confrontation with Jason Fox near his cabin, I had seen the forensic report in it. 

“Eureka!” I bellowed, jumping out of bed and moving downstairs. The file had fallen somewhere on the top floor while I encountered the police during my exit from the building. And since it was Friday, it seemed most likely that the building would be empty. Without any further thoughts, I grabbed dad's motorbike and raced towards my destination.  

Reaching the headquarters, I rushed towards the ladies washroom and knocking out an officer, I donned her uniform and went straight up to the top floor. As anticipated, the floor was vacant, except for a few officers chatting animatedly at a desk. Without portraying any signs of suspicion I subtly searched for the file. Despite my unusually sharp memory, I couldn't locate the exact place where it had fallen. I looked around the elevator area but in vain, and near the point where the firing had occurred. It had to be somewhere around that area as only a day had passed. 

“Hey fellas,” I greeted the two officers flirtatiously, who were smirked at me as though Christmas had arrived a month earlier. “I seem to have misplaced a very important file somewhere here. If anyone of you handsome officers could assist me in finding it, I would return the favour gracefully,” I claimed, winking at them. Both lunatics sniffed the entire floor for the file like ravenous dogs searching for a bone, but alas, couldn't retrieve it. Panting profusely after an hour's search, they sat back on their chairs and shook their heads apologetically. 

“Ma'am,” whispered one of them, breathing heavily. If the file was indeed somewhere inside the building, the one who found it must've have surely placed it in Secretary Fox's cabin. A bulb lit in my head at his words, and I charged towards Fox's cabin on the second floor. Unlocking the cabin door with my powers, I ransacked his entire desk frantically as it was my final hope of saving Matt. Eventually, my eyes sparkled with triumph as I found the file lying neatly in the drawer beneath his desk. ‘Brent High Murder case' was labelled on it. As I quickly studied the reports in it, my heart blew with jubilation as the key to unlocking Matt's freedom was indeed present there.

I exited the building, placing the file close to my chest and rushed towards the court. Suddenly out of nowhere, I noticed two helmeted bikers on my tail. They accelerated their sports bikes and were parallel to me. Both tried snatching away the file from me but couldn't reach it. In a fit of exasperation, I pressed the accelerator and it charged me forwards at an insane speed. However, they didn't leave my tail and caught up with me a few minutes later. I swerved sideways avoiding cars and trying to get concealed behind one. The two appeared again out of nowhere and began shooting at me and I had to swerve to avoid the spray of bullets. Finally, I stopped near an intersection and applied my telekinetic power to stop their engines suddenly as the bikes halted abruptly in the middle of the road, and the impact caused the bikers to leap high into the air and smash into the window shield of an SUV. 

I barged into the courtroom a few seconds before the jury was about to pass his verdict which was definitely not in Matt's favour, and my parents looked at me with frozen eyes while Judy and Alex seemed on top of the world. 

“Your honour. This is the evidence of Matt Wilson's innocence and I would like to put light on it in this hall of justice,” I announced, as the jury commanded me to sit in the witness box. “Your honour, this is the forensic report of Emily Billings and Broderick Barnes's bodies,” the lawyer passed it on to the jury, who examined it slowly. “The reports conspicuously show that the murder happened a night before their bodies were found in the school's cafeteria at approximately seven-thirty in the evening, and as a witness myself I confidently claim that Matt had picked me up from school at around seven, and the distance between my school and house is five miles, so unless Matt Wilson can be present in two places at once, I believe in his innocence. And the real culprit committed the crime and cunningly got Matt's fingerprints on the knife,” and the crowd applauded cheerfully, causing the jury to maintain order. Matt's parents also testified that Matt was home around the time that I mentioned strengthening our position. 

Finally, considering the forensic reports along with the testimonies of Matt's and my parents, he was cleared of all criminal charges with full dignity and the four of us walked out of the court arm in arm, as my parents, including mum, whose anger had vaporized long ago, felt utmost pride in me.