"Th-This is a farce! You've got the wrong person! I didn't do it! I OBJECT!" Cammie yelled as two police officers took her by the arms, dragging her out of the hospital. She kicked and struggled against their might, but it was all for naught. The two strength of the officers were to much for her, like the previous times that Magdalena's officers restrained her.
"Shut it, Cammie!" Magdalena commanded. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law." Magdalena continued to read off Cammie's Miranda rights as the officers began to frisk down.
"Chief! We found these on her." One of the officers handed Magdalena Cammie's sCAn Pad and the paper she got on BoD.
"What's this now?" she asked, looking over the confiscated items.
"H-Hey, those are mine!" Cammie protested, still struggling to break free.
"Right now, it's evidence. Boys," Magdalena reached for a police walkie-talkie from her jacket, "go take a good look in the trash recepticales here at the hospital and the court. We may find some more evidence that Ms. Cammie here threw away." Reaching back into her jacket, she pulled out two evidence bags, placing Cammie's sCAn Pad in one and the paper on BoD in the other one. "We already getting a solid case against you," Magdalena smirked, staring down Cammie, "I think it'd be best if you stopped struggling. I'm going to put you behind bars where you deserve to be."
"It wasn't me who poisoned Mikayla! There is no proof that I did that!" Cammie protested further, beginning to tire from her struggling. One of the officers pulled out handcuffs and restrained Cammie by handcuffing her hands behind her back.
Magdalena laughed, the feather in her mouth bouncing up and down. "That is where you are wrong, Cammie. Tomorrow, after I finish the paperwork, I'm going to be sure that the trial ends with you behind bars."
"What!?" Cammie exclaimed, "My trial's already tomorrow!?"
"If I get the paper work done in time. Now, if you excuse me, I have work to do." She quickly turned around, swished her jackt like a cape, turned her head and faced Cammie, "You two, take her to a nice and comfy jail cell." The two officers saluted to Magdalena and proceeded to shove Cammie into a patrol car being pulled by two horses.
"No! You can't do this! I'm innocent!" Cammie yelled again, struggling in one final attempt. She could see Martin, standing outside the hospital doors. His face was one of disbelief and disappointment. "Martin! I didn't do it!" He shook his head and walked back into hospital. The officers shoved her in and shut the door on her. Cammie slammed her weight against the door, but it was no use. She sighed and gritted her teeth.
That was possibly the longest ride that Cammie had ever felt. She continued to thrust her weight against the sides of the car, but she continued to find herself trapped. Cammie tried to muster up her mercenary side, but it wasn't there. She felt as if she had lost that side of her somewhere, like she had gotten soft. Snipe would be ashamed of her if he was alive. She sighed and leaned against the door.
The jail now seemed to be darker and grimmer than before. This was only Cammie's second time in jail, but she felt like it was completely new to her. She grimaced at the sight and felt her gut sink further. The car stopped near the front gate and the two policemen stepped out. They walked Cammie through the entrance and past the foreboding empty jail cells. Mikayla wasn't kidding when she said that there were very few people in here. Cammie didn't even see Quorra anywhere. The two policemen stopped her at a jail cell labeled "C-2." They removed the handcuffs and thrusted her into the jail cell. Cammie winced in pain as she landed on her side against the hard concrete floor. The policemen locked the cell and left. The door closed by a high powered electronic lock, from what Cammie could see.
There wasn't really much inside the jail cell. To Cammie's left, there were two beds attached to the wall by chains. Cammie walked over and lied down on the bottom one, but she quickly sat back up. The matresses were so hard, they made the concrete floor feel soft. On the far wall on the opposite of the cell door was a small window with iron bars across them. She sighed again and held her head in her hands.
Well, I guess now is as good as a time as any to collect my thoughts. I know that I'm innocent, so, unless Mikayla's suicidal, the only other person who could have killed her was Khloe, but, how? From the time I walked in, I didn't see any opportunity for Khloe to poison Mikayla, but she could have done it before I walked it... Wait, that doesn't make any sense. It didn't look like Mikayla had eaten anything or drank anything, so how did Khloe get BoD into Mikayla? Blast, I don't really have any evidence for me either, but I know I'm innocent, so, I guess the only way through this fiasco is t-
BZZZZZZZT!!!!
A loud alarm startled Cammie out of her thoughts. The door to her jail cell suddenly opened up by itself, as did all the other cell doors. Cautious, she peered out and looked around. Cammie counted seven other people exiting their cells, however, she didn't see Quorra anywhere.
Perhaps she's in questioning or someth-
Cammie's thoughts were interrupted again when a young man approached her. He had short, golden blonde hair that bounced up and down as he walked. The man was only about a medium height, which Cammie estimated to be just a little over six feet. He wore an unbuttoned sports jacket that was as white as snow and an ash grey t-shirt underneath. Despite being in prision, the man also wore smoke grey slacks and black sneakers.
"Haven't seen you around before," the man spoke with a calming attitude. He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. "What's your name?"
Cammie looked at the man rather sternly. "Tell me yours first."
"Ah, it seems you aren't really familiar with me. Strange, you must not be from Swan Valley." The man spoke with a laid back attitude, but Cammie was intent on getting straight to the facts.
"I'll repeat again, who are you?" Cammie asked, a little bit of anger seeping through her voice.
The man sighed, "I guess you are new. Everyone in Swan Valley's heard of me, or atleast heard about what happened that landed me in here."
"Hang on," Cammie said, "You wouldn't happen to be Isaac, would you?"
The man laughed and nodded. "That's right. You're a clever girl, aren't you?"
"What do you want with me?" Cammie asked, ready to defend herself if the situation calls for it.
"Easy there," Isaac said, gesturing with his hands for Cammie to calm down, "I'm just wanting to talk."
"Talk?" Cammie asked, curious, "Alright, but first, answer me something. Where is the girl named Quorra?"
"Quorra?" Isaac said, scratching his chin, "I'm not familiar with that woman."
"Last I saw her, she was wearing a green turtleneck. Ring any bells?"
"Ah, yes," Isaac said, "So that's Quorra. I saw her being taken away by some of Magdalena men two hours ago."
"Looks like I won't be able to question her for the time being," Cammie mentioned to herself, "So, Isaac, you're in here because you were charged with the murder of Maddie Barquette, correct?"
"Yes, which is utterly bogus," Isaac said firmly, "I did not poison my fiancee at all! I'm being framed!"
"Easy there," Cammie said, crossing her arms, "I can't make any judgement until I see the evidence."
"Wait," Isaac said, "you want to reopen my case?"
"No, I never said that," Cammie mentioned, "however, I would like to take a look into it. You don't particularly seem like kind of person who would out right murder their own fiancee. When I get out of here, I want to look at the evidence. There is no garuntee that I'll try to reopen your case."
Isaac nodded in understanding. "So, I'm fairly certain you aren't in here to just talk to me. What are you in for?"
"I'm charged with poisoning Mikayla Barquette," Cammie sternly said.
"WHAT!?" Isaac exclaimed.
"But I'm innocent, and I plan to prove it in court tomorrow," Cammie said, crossing her arms.
"Wait, you're a lawyer?" Isaac asked, a tad confused.
"Well, no," Cammie said, "but I work for Mikayla as her assistant. I assisted her in court today on Quorra's trial."
"And now you are going to prove yourself innocent from behind bars somehow," Isaac said.
"Look, I didn't poison her," Cammie said sternly, "That means if I'm being arrested, I'm being set up. Whatever arguments the prosecution has, there's going to be holes that I will use to prove that I am innocent."
"So, your plan is to out think the legendary prosecutor and detective who have never lost a single case before while having zero evidence and being armed with only your wits?" Isaac asked.
"Well, when you put it that way," Cammie said, looking a little disparaged.
"Look, nothing against you," Isaac said, "but I hope the next time I see you, there's a piece of safety glass between us."
"Believe me, I do not plan on being on this side of the safety glass again," Cammie said sternly.
"That's good to hear," Isaac chuckled, "So, how was poor Quorra's trial today?"
"It was postponed due to Mikayla's poisoning," Cammie said, "I'm actually a little thankful for the situation. The judge was about to hand down his verdict right when Mikayla started to show symptoms. It gives me more time to think through the events to clear Quorra's name."
"How are you so sure that Quorra's innocent?" Isaac asked, "A lot of people are different than they look."
"I..." Cammie began to drift off into thought, "I'm not sure, but Mikayla was certain that Quorra was innocent. I also have reason to believe that Quorra is innocent, but I'm still following a hunch right now."
"Ah, Mikayla's power," Isaac chuckled, "good to see she hasn't lost that."
"You are aware of Mikayla's gift?" Cammie asked, curious to learn even more about Mikayla's ability.
"Of course," Isaac laughed, "Maddie told me all about it. Mikayla's pretty much a living lie detector. I don't actually know anything about how it works." Cammie sighed, knowing she wouldn't get any farther than a step in learning about Mikayla's gift. "All I know is that no one can really hide anything from Mikayla."
"That would be a useful skill to have as a lawyer, especially for a law abiding citizen such as Mikayla. She wouldn't want to defend someone who she knows is guilty," Cammie said.
"Yeah," Isaac said. He crossed his arms and sighed. "So, if you're innocent, have any idea who actually killed Mikayla?"
"Poisoned," Cammie sternly corrected him, "She's not dead yet; and given that there was only one other person at the scene of the crime, only she could have done it."
"She?" Isaac asked, curious.
"Khloe, and I intend to show the whole court tomorrow just how she managed to frame me."
"Shut it, Cammie!" Magdalena commanded. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law." Magdalena continued to read off Cammie's Miranda rights as the officers began to frisk down.
"Chief! We found these on her." One of the officers handed Magdalena Cammie's sCAn Pad and the paper she got on BoD.
"What's this now?" she asked, looking over the confiscated items.
"H-Hey, those are mine!" Cammie protested, still struggling to break free.
"Right now, it's evidence. Boys," Magdalena reached for a police walkie-talkie from her jacket, "go take a good look in the trash recepticales here at the hospital and the court. We may find some more evidence that Ms. Cammie here threw away." Reaching back into her jacket, she pulled out two evidence bags, placing Cammie's sCAn Pad in one and the paper on BoD in the other one. "We already getting a solid case against you," Magdalena smirked, staring down Cammie, "I think it'd be best if you stopped struggling. I'm going to put you behind bars where you deserve to be."
"It wasn't me who poisoned Mikayla! There is no proof that I did that!" Cammie protested further, beginning to tire from her struggling. One of the officers pulled out handcuffs and restrained Cammie by handcuffing her hands behind her back.
Magdalena laughed, the feather in her mouth bouncing up and down. "That is where you are wrong, Cammie. Tomorrow, after I finish the paperwork, I'm going to be sure that the trial ends with you behind bars."
"What!?" Cammie exclaimed, "My trial's already tomorrow!?"
"If I get the paper work done in time. Now, if you excuse me, I have work to do." She quickly turned around, swished her jackt like a cape, turned her head and faced Cammie, "You two, take her to a nice and comfy jail cell." The two officers saluted to Magdalena and proceeded to shove Cammie into a patrol car being pulled by two horses.
"No! You can't do this! I'm innocent!" Cammie yelled again, struggling in one final attempt. She could see Martin, standing outside the hospital doors. His face was one of disbelief and disappointment. "Martin! I didn't do it!" He shook his head and walked back into hospital. The officers shoved her in and shut the door on her. Cammie slammed her weight against the door, but it was no use. She sighed and gritted her teeth.
That was possibly the longest ride that Cammie had ever felt. She continued to thrust her weight against the sides of the car, but she continued to find herself trapped. Cammie tried to muster up her mercenary side, but it wasn't there. She felt as if she had lost that side of her somewhere, like she had gotten soft. Snipe would be ashamed of her if he was alive. She sighed and leaned against the door.
The jail now seemed to be darker and grimmer than before. This was only Cammie's second time in jail, but she felt like it was completely new to her. She grimaced at the sight and felt her gut sink further. The car stopped near the front gate and the two policemen stepped out. They walked Cammie through the entrance and past the foreboding empty jail cells. Mikayla wasn't kidding when she said that there were very few people in here. Cammie didn't even see Quorra anywhere. The two policemen stopped her at a jail cell labeled "C-2." They removed the handcuffs and thrusted her into the jail cell. Cammie winced in pain as she landed on her side against the hard concrete floor. The policemen locked the cell and left. The door closed by a high powered electronic lock, from what Cammie could see.
There wasn't really much inside the jail cell. To Cammie's left, there were two beds attached to the wall by chains. Cammie walked over and lied down on the bottom one, but she quickly sat back up. The matresses were so hard, they made the concrete floor feel soft. On the far wall on the opposite of the cell door was a small window with iron bars across them. She sighed again and held her head in her hands.
Well, I guess now is as good as a time as any to collect my thoughts. I know that I'm innocent, so, unless Mikayla's suicidal, the only other person who could have killed her was Khloe, but, how? From the time I walked in, I didn't see any opportunity for Khloe to poison Mikayla, but she could have done it before I walked it... Wait, that doesn't make any sense. It didn't look like Mikayla had eaten anything or drank anything, so how did Khloe get BoD into Mikayla? Blast, I don't really have any evidence for me either, but I know I'm innocent, so, I guess the only way through this fiasco is t-
BZZZZZZZT!!!!
A loud alarm startled Cammie out of her thoughts. The door to her jail cell suddenly opened up by itself, as did all the other cell doors. Cautious, she peered out and looked around. Cammie counted seven other people exiting their cells, however, she didn't see Quorra anywhere.
Perhaps she's in questioning or someth-
Cammie's thoughts were interrupted again when a young man approached her. He had short, golden blonde hair that bounced up and down as he walked. The man was only about a medium height, which Cammie estimated to be just a little over six feet. He wore an unbuttoned sports jacket that was as white as snow and an ash grey t-shirt underneath. Despite being in prision, the man also wore smoke grey slacks and black sneakers.
"Haven't seen you around before," the man spoke with a calming attitude. He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. "What's your name?"
Cammie looked at the man rather sternly. "Tell me yours first."
"Ah, it seems you aren't really familiar with me. Strange, you must not be from Swan Valley." The man spoke with a laid back attitude, but Cammie was intent on getting straight to the facts.
"I'll repeat again, who are you?" Cammie asked, a little bit of anger seeping through her voice.
The man sighed, "I guess you are new. Everyone in Swan Valley's heard of me, or atleast heard about what happened that landed me in here."
"Hang on," Cammie said, "You wouldn't happen to be Isaac, would you?"
The man laughed and nodded. "That's right. You're a clever girl, aren't you?"
"What do you want with me?" Cammie asked, ready to defend herself if the situation calls for it.
"Easy there," Isaac said, gesturing with his hands for Cammie to calm down, "I'm just wanting to talk."
"Talk?" Cammie asked, curious, "Alright, but first, answer me something. Where is the girl named Quorra?"
"Quorra?" Isaac said, scratching his chin, "I'm not familiar with that woman."
"Last I saw her, she was wearing a green turtleneck. Ring any bells?"
"Ah, yes," Isaac said, "So that's Quorra. I saw her being taken away by some of Magdalena men two hours ago."
"Looks like I won't be able to question her for the time being," Cammie mentioned to herself, "So, Isaac, you're in here because you were charged with the murder of Maddie Barquette, correct?"
"Yes, which is utterly bogus," Isaac said firmly, "I did not poison my fiancee at all! I'm being framed!"
"Easy there," Cammie said, crossing her arms, "I can't make any judgement until I see the evidence."
"Wait," Isaac said, "you want to reopen my case?"
"No, I never said that," Cammie mentioned, "however, I would like to take a look into it. You don't particularly seem like kind of person who would out right murder their own fiancee. When I get out of here, I want to look at the evidence. There is no garuntee that I'll try to reopen your case."
Isaac nodded in understanding. "So, I'm fairly certain you aren't in here to just talk to me. What are you in for?"
"I'm charged with poisoning Mikayla Barquette," Cammie sternly said.
"WHAT!?" Isaac exclaimed.
"But I'm innocent, and I plan to prove it in court tomorrow," Cammie said, crossing her arms.
"Wait, you're a lawyer?" Isaac asked, a tad confused.
"Well, no," Cammie said, "but I work for Mikayla as her assistant. I assisted her in court today on Quorra's trial."
"And now you are going to prove yourself innocent from behind bars somehow," Isaac said.
"Look, I didn't poison her," Cammie said sternly, "That means if I'm being arrested, I'm being set up. Whatever arguments the prosecution has, there's going to be holes that I will use to prove that I am innocent."
"So, your plan is to out think the legendary prosecutor and detective who have never lost a single case before while having zero evidence and being armed with only your wits?" Isaac asked.
"Well, when you put it that way," Cammie said, looking a little disparaged.
"Look, nothing against you," Isaac said, "but I hope the next time I see you, there's a piece of safety glass between us."
"Believe me, I do not plan on being on this side of the safety glass again," Cammie said sternly.
"That's good to hear," Isaac chuckled, "So, how was poor Quorra's trial today?"
"It was postponed due to Mikayla's poisoning," Cammie said, "I'm actually a little thankful for the situation. The judge was about to hand down his verdict right when Mikayla started to show symptoms. It gives me more time to think through the events to clear Quorra's name."
"How are you so sure that Quorra's innocent?" Isaac asked, "A lot of people are different than they look."
"I..." Cammie began to drift off into thought, "I'm not sure, but Mikayla was certain that Quorra was innocent. I also have reason to believe that Quorra is innocent, but I'm still following a hunch right now."
"Ah, Mikayla's power," Isaac chuckled, "good to see she hasn't lost that."
"You are aware of Mikayla's gift?" Cammie asked, curious to learn even more about Mikayla's ability.
"Of course," Isaac laughed, "Maddie told me all about it. Mikayla's pretty much a living lie detector. I don't actually know anything about how it works." Cammie sighed, knowing she wouldn't get any farther than a step in learning about Mikayla's gift. "All I know is that no one can really hide anything from Mikayla."
"That would be a useful skill to have as a lawyer, especially for a law abiding citizen such as Mikayla. She wouldn't want to defend someone who she knows is guilty," Cammie said.
"Yeah," Isaac said. He crossed his arms and sighed. "So, if you're innocent, have any idea who actually killed Mikayla?"
"Poisoned," Cammie sternly corrected him, "She's not dead yet; and given that there was only one other person at the scene of the crime, only she could have done it."
"She?" Isaac asked, curious.
"Khloe, and I intend to show the whole court tomorrow just how she managed to frame me."