Sweet Vengeance

"We are entangled in an inevitable network of mutuality, connected in a single garment of fate, and whatever strikes one directly, affects all subsequently." "Is it true that they discovered a mutant virus?" I inquired, my gaze drawn to the witness. She lowered her head, as if she was hesitant to speak up. A government-employed physician. One of the participants in the investigation. This is the last stage of the procedure. As a judge, my mission is to apprehend the president and other filthy rich people who are beyond the reach of this mayhem, and to provide justice to the people. For the sake of the country, I was hoping she'd tell it like it is. She then shakes her head and looks into my eyes. In my heart, I felt optimism. "As a doctor who worked for the government, I haven't seen any concrete evidence to confirm it," she stated, her eyes determined. I gave the defendant a harsh stare before smirking at him. With fury and fear in his eyes, he returned the stare. Former presidential staffer Dreis Fernandez. A self-centered president who developed a false sickness to extort money from the people. Even though there is no infection, who imposed lockdown and quarantine? Disseminate false information regarding the infection. And this defendant recently flogged a number of homeless persons with a pipe, killing them. "Are you also a researcher? A team member?" I inquired flatly, my expression devoid of emotion. "Yes, I am," she stated emphatically, "but the people in the palace altered the researchers a few months ago, and the location is now surrounded by Armed soldiers, and the locals are terrified." I gave the Atty a serious look. The defendant and Atty. Alvijo are devoid of emotions. I had a grin on my face as I glanced at him. As I showed a video, I remarked, "Take a look at this and see if you recognize it." A video depicts the defendant whipping a woman and a kid without mercy, as well as a location where the president's staff is dragging homeless people and behaving as if they are disobeying the president's command that they must stay at home. The masses are deafeningly blind. The government is in charge of the entire country in order to earn and corrupt more money. The video came to a halt. I fixed my gaze on the Attorney in charge. "How's it going, Atty?" The counsel completely swallowed his saliva. "It was a terrible accident," I smirked and nodded. I re-played the video of the defendant pulling and striking the elderly man with a gin bottle. I saw how troubled the defendant's face was when he saw himself viciously striking a poor old man. I trilled as I questioned, "Atty, did you just term that an accident?" He didn't respond immediately, as if he wasn't sure what term to use. So I inquired once more. "Can you just tell me if this was an accident?" His gaze wandered until settling on his client, at which point he spoke. "Yes, it was, but shouldn't the full context of the occurrence be revealed?" With no sense of humour, I grinned and laughed a bit. "Right. Could you tell us what context allows someone to beat and flogged an elderly man, an elderly lady, and a child to death?" I inquired. Atty. Alvijo's eyes are cold and he speaks with trembling voice. "Your Honour, our country is at war right now, and in order to prevent the spread of a fatal virus, my client and other field agents risk their lives and are dispatched to the site; this was simply an accident casualty that occurred because residents refused to follow emergency evacuation orders and resisted." He was ecstatic with his words. My lips on the upper side were elevated. I smirked coldly and looked Atty in the eyes. I'm clutching my ballpen in one hand and the iPad in the other, which carries a wealth of evidence to present in this trial. "So, this is just an unintended casualty," the Atty continued. That was my cue to show a video of his client and the defendant's friend flogging foreigners and homeless families. I noticed as the defendant gulped hard, his face flushed with embarrassment, before looking down. His eyes are now read as if he's about to burst out crying. That sight makes me giggle on the inside. After displaying the video to them. I inquired the Atty. His expression hasn't changed. I asked coldly, "Atty, do you believe this is the right implementation of justice?" He then soon responds. "I'll say it again: we're at war. If the virus spreads over the country because we're too preoccupied with human rights and processes, who will bear responsibility for it, Your Honour? Will you bear responsibility for it?" He glanced at me with a scornful expression on his face. He's smirking at me. I smiled, but not with a sense of humour, and then said. "Very well, Atty." I snatched my words and screamed them out. "Well, let's see if we're really in a state of war, as you keep insisting." "We called another witness, the head of the research team, Doctor. Oreo Tamashi, on the authority of the court, to verify the existence of the virus that was alleged to have been detected," I stated, never leaving eye contact with more than two individuals. I was anticipating anything, but I was surprised when the lead attorney talked without hesitation, as if their side had done something. "Very well, Your Honour," he said, his voice brimming with excitement. I stared at him blankly, attempting to decipher his thoughts. I gave a nod and introduced the other witness. "Doctor. Oreo Tamashi," The door did not open the first time I called the Doctor's name. I tried again, but there was no response. I called her name three times without looking away from the defendant and his counsel. I've called her name four times already, and she has yet to answer. Something happened, I'm sure. In addition, as Atty. Alvijo was the one who spoke. My conclusions are valid. "Your Honour, I'm sorry, but Dr. Tamashi passed away this morning." I noticed the defendant laughing as though he had won the case. While staring at me, he smiles. Atty. Alvijo spoke up once more. "Unfortunately, the doctor died this morning," a member of our emergency health response team said, "after becoming infected while treating a patient with a mutated virus within 12 hours." My jaw was clinched as I clutched my ballpen. My gaze never strayed from the giggling defendant and the mocking Atty. Alvijo. "What happened to Dr. Tamashi exemplifies the type of conflict we're in right now. Isn't it, Your Honour, risky? "He continued My lips drew together in a thin line. I don't have any emotions in my eyes. There was no humour in my speech or face. I breathe deeply and calm myself. I strengthen my back and carefully clean my judge's suit. I fixed my short hair and my thin glasses. I set down my ballpen and looked around the court. I faced Atty. Alvijo and the defendant "So what does counsel think is an appropriate punishment?" I asked as I leaned on my chair. He stood up. "It was an accident crime that occurred in a tense situation, and my client is a young man who has no stable job and is living from hand to mouth. What is most important is that he regrets his actions. Please hand down the most lenient sentence. " I saw the defendant smile widely. I shifted my sight. I nodded and looked at the prosecutors. "Prosecutions, what do you say?" Prosecutor. Nikamura stands up, breathes deeply, and looks like she doesn't like the decision herself. "Considering the circumstances, I request that you sentence him to five years in prison." I stared at the air, glasses covering my eyes. I nodded. "I see. Thank you for sharing your opinions. " I looked at the people inside the court. Defendants and Atty. Alvijo smiles. The prosecution looked defeated. People disagree in their eyes. Silence was so loud, but the witness spoke. "Does this mean they won the case? Even though that bastard killed and flogged innocent people, your honour? Is that justice? "she angrily asks. I stared at her eyes and then averted my gaze to the counsel and the defendant. "I have a question for the defendant." Atty. Alvijo's eyes widened, but he was powerless to intervene. "Defendant" I called. "Yes, Your Honour," he replied. I played a video of the President and him vlogging together. They seem so close. In the video, the President introduces him as his most trusted staff member to the public. "You're a former staff member and fan of the President, am I right?" I asked as coldness was evident in my voice. His eyes couldn't meet mine. "W-What does that have to do with this trial, Your Honour?" "It is just a yes-or-no question." I added. "I will repeat myself. Are you a former staff member and a fan of the President, right?" With fear in his eyes, he nodded. "Yes", I smiled and asked again. "You're also the President of the fan club, right?" The defendant looked at his lawyer, crying for help. But Atty. Alvijo just motioned him to answer my question. "Yes, Your Honour." I nodded repeatedly while smirking. "You wielded steel pipes a lot then too, didn't you?" Atty. Alvijo stood beside the defendant. The defendants' faces are deviods of emotion, he answered. "I know nothing about that." Smirking, I said "Hmm, it's what you did and you don't know about it?" "No," he answered while looking down. "How interesting." I laughed a bit as I continued. "You and your friends interrupted a peaceful protest, used violence, and stole from nearby stores. Is that correct?" I added. "Your Honour!" Atty. Alvijo's voice rose a bit. I ignored him and continued. I played a video from CCTV of them flogging people, and they entered the store and stole foods, things, and drinks. After that, I presented a document signed by the president with the defendants' names on it. I spoke again with fury but enjoying the trial, enjoying how miserable the defendants were. "By strengthening the law, you give order to society. That's the President's idea and you contributed to it. Is that not true? " "No. A judge ruled in that case, "he answered. I stuck my tongue in my left cheek. I was pissed by his reply. "It was a drunken mistake," he added . "Was it?" I continued, thrilled by his answer. "Then when you wielded a steel pipe while providing urgent assistance, was that a mistake too?" Looking into his eyes, I asked. Fire is visible in my eyes, and as I say the words slowly, but dangerous is in my voice. "Or... did someone give an order to drag out as many as you could?" I asked again, slowly. Atty. Alvijo looked at his client. The defendant's eyes looked at me. "No. I received no order. I made decisions myself. " Laughing a bit, I nodded. I purse my lips. He gulped, trying to catch my stare. "Is that so? No one commanded you to do that thing? " I repeated He nodded. "Yes, Your Honour." "Okay then," I smiled as I said. "He genuinely responds that no one has commanded him or ordered him to do those things, then the President already has punishment for that brutality." I was thrilled and smiled widely, teasing the attorney and the defendant. Attorney Alvijo swallowed. "Show it to us, Your Honour." At the moment he uttered those words, I played a video of the President. "We can't let anyone hurt our people! We have human rights! No one has the right to kill people! No one has the authority to kill individuals on his or her own!Murderers should die! An eye for an eye, a life for a life! Today, I will implement the DEATH PENALTY as an appropriate punishment for that kind of brutality and inhumanity! Murderers should die! Whatever reason people have! The fact that she/he killed a person! " Smiling, I faced the people in the trial and the stunned attorney, defendant, and even the prosecution. They are all stunned and can't even utter a single word. "DEATH PENALTY, Mr. Fernandez, the death penalty." I said a cold sentence. Smirking, I stand up, hands on my judge's suit. "Trial Adjourned. See you at the execution. " I stepped down from my chair. "Risk your own life or speak the truth." I whispered.