Post by Dirk James on Aug 20, 2011 17:35:03 GMT -5
Ordo ab chao. Some believe that no matter how strange a series of events is, that order can be found in everything. Some go so far as to say that in many situations chaos is simply a mask, or a cover if you will, one that can be pulled back to reveal an intelligent design. That in some situations, there is actually a diety, or an actual person, behind everything; pulling the strings...
It was a media frenzy outside the supreme court. There were numerous news vans and crews all around the court house as several black vans pulled up. Out of the front and rear vans several armed soldiers stepped out, lining the stairway to the court building and surrounding the van in the center. After waiting a few moments, the soldiers opened the back doors of the van in center and pulled out what looked like a large hand truck. Strapped onto the small trolley was a tall man, outfitted in a bright orange jumper, with leather straps binding his body to the chair, and a plastic mask over his face to keep him from biting. As soon as the wheels of the hand truck touched the ground the media outside the court building exploded with noise, flashing cameras, and news crews recording the image.
"I hate this, have of the news shows portray this guy as some kind of mutant Martin Luther King, the other half portray him as the devil himself. It's a circus, the cops should get rid of all this people, and we should've just shot this guy in Mexico when we had the chance." One of the soldiers said as he checked the straps on the cart to make sure the prisoner couldn't get loose.
"Yeah, we should've, but it's not our place to be the judges or executioners. This guy is technically an American citizen, so he has a right to a fair trial, whether he deserves it or not... So let's bring him into the court house." One of the other soldiers said, pulling back on the trolley and pulling it towards the court building.
"That's right, be a good little soldier and do your duty without question." A cool, deep, and mellow castilian accent came from under the plastic mask; causing one of the soldiers to make a move like he was going to hit the prisoner. Another soldier grabbed the mans arm before he could punch the prisoner, shaking his head slightly. Though the prisoners face was covered, you his eyes seemed to show him smiling broadly.
All of the soldiers guarding the man had been on edge ever since capturing him in the jungles of Mexico. Partly because of his reptuation, the man could easily kill scores of people with little effort, but partly because of the mans temperment. The man had been completely calm ever sicne he was captured, eerily calm in fact, not to mention how easy it was for them to capture him. It made all of the men jumpy and silently they were all thankful that as soon as they entered the court room, he would no longer be in their hands. The man had been a talker, sometimes making all of them laugh, and other times sending chills down their backs with the things he'd say. There was no doubt about it, he was a strange one, but a strange one they wouldn't have to deal with much longer.
After a few moments they finally entered the court room, turning the prisoner over to several S.W.A.T. team members. "He's all yours..." One of the soldiers said, a bit of relief in the mans voice. The police wheeled the prisoner into the courtroom, which much like outside was chock full of people. All of them turned toward the side door as the wheeled the prisoner in, positioning him behind one of the tables in front of the judge. Quickly the began to unstrap him, giving him freedom of his limbs before finally pulling the plastic mask off. As the mask slid off it revealed dark brown hair, an unshaven and somewhat scraggly beard, an 'M' branded into the cheek, and the piercing blue eyes of Dirk James. Dirk ran a hand through his hair, which was getting a bit long, and rubbed at his wrists which still bore handcuffs. They had released him from the body restraints, but he was forced to wear handcuffs that attached to a pair of shackels around his feet still. Strangely though, a small smirk seemed to be stuck on his face. The entire court room seemed to hum with hushed talk as the police released the him.
"Alexander Dirk James." A voice boomed out across the court room, coming from the judge. Immediately there was silence, and all of the doors to the court room closed, with SWAT team members standing in front of each. Slowly Dirk turned toward the judges seat. "You have the right to a fair trial and since you could not afford an attorney one has been provided to you by the District of Columbia. I have allowed a select few media outlets to be present for the courtroom session today. Please have a seat Mr. James." The judge motioned towards the defendants desk, where Dirk calmly sat down beside a man in a black striped suit. Dirk slowly raised a brow, eyeing the man, before turning his attention to a few cameras that were in the room. This was going to be a very, very, interesting hearing...
Several hours had passed into the hearing, and Dirk had been nothing but amused by the circus of events in the courtroom. It was humurous to him simply because of how hard the prosecutors were trying to convict him of his so called "crimes against humanity" and how little his attorney was doing to stop them. The prosecutor had just got done interviewing a so called "witness", which was a fancy name for "person paid to lie by the politicians", when he turned to James.
"For my last witness I would like to call to the stand, Alexander James." As the prosecutor spoke, a sudden tension filled the room. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for, to hear the interrogation of the one and only mutant liberator himself.
Slowly James stood up and began to walk towards the stand, one of the guards stopped him just before he got up there, "Raise your right hand, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you God?"
"I swear by the Almighty God above that I will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth... Whether you want to hear it or not." Dirk spoke calmly and slowly, with the latter part being said somewhat quietly. The guard nodded and motioned Dirk into the witness' stand.
The prosecutor slowly walked up and leaned against witness stand, "Welcome to court Mr. James." The man was weasel, Dirk could tell it immediately, though he simply raised a brow as the man spoke to him, "So, you've been brought to court to day on charges of Manslaughter, terrorism, torture, extermination, and other crimes against humanity. And you plead not guilty to all of thie above, we'd all like to know why?"
"Well, I would say because I think I am not guilty but that is not the answer you are hoping for is it? So, I would say because I have done none of the things you have mentioned, but I have liberated others from such crimes. I suppose you could say I am a murderer of murderers, a vigilante if you will... Does that satisfy your question?" The soft Castilian accent, and intelligent response seemed to surprise many in the room who thought Dirk to be no more than a common criminal.
"Yes it does, so, what is that you would say you do exactly, Mr. James?"
"I fight tyranny, to put it simply. I liberate those who cannot fight for themselves, I liberate those who are persecuted by governments. I stand up and fight for the people who don't know how." Dirk said calmly and cooly.
"By people you mean mutants?" The prosecutor paced back and forth in front of the stand like a hungry wolf.
"By people, I mean anyone who came to me for help. But yes, many of them were mutants."
"You do realize why many people fight mutants don't you? I mean, there are entire lists of mutants here in America who are wanted criminals. Some of the mutants on those lists can destroy entire cities with their minds, how is that weakness?" Now Dirk could see where the man was trying to go with the arguement.
"Yes, some people who you classify as mutants are gifted with abilities that allow them to do extrordinary feats. It is unfortunate that they use these gifts to harm innocents, but science has also given you the gift of weaponry... and many humans use those gifts to harm innocents as well. I have to ask though, where are your records of the countless other mutants whose gifts nearly destroy their bodies, or make them considered freaks by society, and who have no power to destroy cities that you speak of. Like I said, I protect the weak, nothing more."
The prosecutor was a bit taken aback by Dirks speech, he hadn't been expecting a retaliation like that. "So you would say you protect those who can't fight back, right?"
"Right."
"Well, before I question any further though I would like to play a video we recovered only a few days ago from one of your encampments in Mexico." The prosecutor gave a nod to two technicians, who wheeled in a small tv and popped in a VCR tape. They both backed away as the entire room focused on the TV.
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The room was dark and dank looking, almost like a celler or a basement with little light. A single light bulb cut through the darkness to reveal a small table with what looked to be about six men sitting around it, all bound to their chairs. A few had their heads dropped to their chest, a few others were looking around wildly, and fearfully, as a sudden noise filled the room; a door opening. Footsteps broke the silence as a man appeared out of the darkness and into the light. It was a shaven and trimmed Dirk james, wearing a pair of black jeans and a black muscle shirt. Slowly he walked over to the table and sat down between two of the men.
"You all know why you are here... And I'm sure most of you know you won't be making it out of this alive either, so we might as well cut to the chase eh?" Dirk said as he stood up and kicked the chair away. "I want to call your attention to this, my friends... A spork!"" Dirk said as he whipped a metal spork out of his pocket and began to walk around the table.
"Is this not one of the most ingenious pieces of equipment we have today? Is a tool? Is it a eating utensil? Is it a fork? Is it a spoon? I say no to all of the above." He suddenly stopped, holding the spork up to the light as if admiring it. As he did so, Dirks skin began to turn a ghostly pale, with dark shadows covering the skin and his eyes turned a solid black.
Without warning, and with a sharp rapid movement, Dirk pulled the head of the man in the chair nearest to him back and slammed the end of the spork into the mans eye. Dirk twisted it, and pushed it in, blood began sprayed everywhere and leaking down the mans face. Blood curdling screams came from the man and he thrashed in his chair, but couldn't break his bindings. Several of the other men looked away, one actually vomiting at the sight. Dirk continued to twist the spork and pushed it further and further into the mans eye until only the end of the spork stuck out. By then the man had finally stopped thrashing; dead. Dirk pulled the spork out of the mans eye, pulling the pieces of eye, meat, and brain matter stuck to the prongs off and flicking them away; then held the spork back up to the light again, admiring it once more.
"It's a bloody weapon!" At this, Dirk laughed a little, looking at the terrified men around him. "Get it? Because it's bloody, and I used it as a weapon?... You all need a sense of humor, you know that?" Dirk said as none of the men laughed. He tossed the spork onto the table and looked at the dead man in front of him.
Dirk grabbed him and shook the dead man roughly, "Now tell me, where are you planning your next attack?!... Hmm, I guess I should have questioned him before I killed him." Dirk said thoughtfully, "Interrogation is hard. Oh well, at least I have five more of you to practice on." He said with an all too cheerful tone of voice, grabbing the spork off the table again as all the men stared at him fearfully.
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The tv suddenly shut off, "The court cannot show any more of the video as it has been deemed to violent and graphic. Needless to say none of the men in the video survived." The prosecutor said calmly, turning back to Dirk, "Those men couldn't fight back, and yet you didn't protect them, you tortured them. What do you have to say to that?"
Dirk looked calmly at the man, "I would say that I wished someone had warned me I was on candid camera, I would've worn a nicer suit." A few of the members of the court room couldn't help but laugh, to which the judged boomed an authortive "ORDER!" silencing them all. "I would also say that it was taken out of context of the situation at hand, those men were bandits who had attacked an innocent village earlier. I was merely trying to frighten them."
"Oh you did more than that didn't you?... I am done with my questioning." The prosecutor strutted back to his bench, knowing that the video was going to damn Dirk, like Dirk ever even had a chance to begin with.
A few more hours passed in the courtroom when one of the jurors finally entered the room and handed the judge a small paper. The judge pounded his gavel a few times to silence the murmering in the room before clearing his throat and looking at Dirk. "Alexander Dirk James, you have been found guilty on all counts of your crimes against humanity. The penalty, is death. Court dismis-" Just as he was about to pound his gavel again, sentencing Dirk to his fate, Dirk stood up abruptly. Immediately every gun in the room was pointed at him and the tension in the air grew thick.
"I accept my sentence, but I do not accept the penalty. I am sorry, this whole court room session of lesser mortals was funny for a while but I grow tired of it. I shall make my leave now." As Dirk began to move toward the exit, every gun clicked as the bullets were loaded into their chambers.
"FREEZE! DON'T MOVE OR WE WILL KILL YOU!" One of the SWAT yelled.
Dirk had been looking at the ground, hiding his face, but still the skin on his neck and hands began to turn ghostly pale; and covered itself with shadows that weren't there before. Slowly Dirk looked up, his face was just as pale, covered with dark shadows, and his piercing blue eyes were now a deep black. The 'M' that was branded on his cheek was no longer a perfect scar, but instead sunk deep into his skin, a small grin spread on his lips, "Don't make a man a promise you can't keep."
The chaos was immediate, and absolute. Blood curdling screams of men and women filled the room, as well as enough gun fire to make it sound as though a war was going on. Bodies hit the floor rapidly, and blood sprayed the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. All of the cameramen of the different news networks abandoned their stations and ran for the exit with the rest of the crowd except for one who dove for cover under a bench.
As the chaos ensued the lone cameraman slowly began to crawl back for his camera, trying to be as subtle as possible. As he reached the back of the room, he grabbed his camera which had fallen to the ground. Shakily he picked it up and propped it on the bench in front of him, focusing in on the action. Which by the time he got the camera up, an eery silence filled the room.
Through the lens of the camera, which was feeding live to the news network back home, he focused in on a lone figure in the middle of the room. The figure was Dirk James. His orange jumped had it's top ripped off in the fight, revealing his torso, and it's numerous scars and tattoos, all of which were twisted and wrapped around his body like an evil disease of some sort. The handcuffs and shackles that he had been wearing were broken, a cuff and chain hung from each hand and only a shackle remained on each foot; his bright orange trousers were still on as well. In his right hand he was holding what appeared to be that last living SWAT member by the neck, the rest were scattered around the room dead. In his left hand he held a knife which was pressed against the cops throat. BLood dripped from the ceiling and was spattered across the walls. It really did look like a war zone.
Dirks arm was shaking and he appeared to be very focused on the Swat member, whose face was turning more and more purple. SUddenly there was a gut wrenching snap and the camerman watched in horror as the body of the policeman fell away, but his head remained in Dirks hand, "Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest." Dirk said, holding the mans head up, causing the cameraman to gasp a little. Dirk froze in his speech and slowly turned toward the back of the room, looking directly into the camera, "But what is this? Not a fan of Hamlet eh? Let's fix that." Dirk said with a wicked grin, walking closer to the camera.
When he was only inches from the camera, the film suddenly turned to to static. Back at the station that was receiving the signal, the entire room was quiet, no one knowing what to do. SUddenly, the cameras turned back to a man behind a desk, putting him on the air, "I... Don't know what to say." The man said to someone behind the camera, before turning abruptly and looking into it. "Good Evening New York... You saw for the first time what we saw, live. Apparently the court room session of the terrorist Alexander James has taken a turn for the worse and the terrorist has gotten loose... We have just recieved word that the judge is still alive but being held hostage and that the army reserves are being called in to handle the matter. We are being told to urge every citizen to stay AWAY from the supreme court building, the man inside is armed and dangerous and a threat to everyone near the building. We will update you with any information as soon as we receive it. May God have mercy on the soul of everyone still stuck inside..." And with that, the news program ended.
So it goes, the man who fought for freedom, and was the epitome of freedom and liberty itself was bound and captured. Only to break free again in America. One has to question though, for a man who so easily escaped from his handcuffs in the court building, how was he captured so easily in Mexico? Was he really captured by the army and taken to America to be tried as a criminal; or was he simply allowing himself a free ride to the very heart of the fight between mutants and humans? Was it simply a coencidence, or was chaos once again simply a mask for a series of events that were planned from the beginning? Either way, Dirk wasn't completely free yet, but was on his way to being loose in a country that was about to have an all out war between mutants and humans. Ordo ab chao.
It was a media frenzy outside the supreme court. There were numerous news vans and crews all around the court house as several black vans pulled up. Out of the front and rear vans several armed soldiers stepped out, lining the stairway to the court building and surrounding the van in the center. After waiting a few moments, the soldiers opened the back doors of the van in center and pulled out what looked like a large hand truck. Strapped onto the small trolley was a tall man, outfitted in a bright orange jumper, with leather straps binding his body to the chair, and a plastic mask over his face to keep him from biting. As soon as the wheels of the hand truck touched the ground the media outside the court building exploded with noise, flashing cameras, and news crews recording the image.
"I hate this, have of the news shows portray this guy as some kind of mutant Martin Luther King, the other half portray him as the devil himself. It's a circus, the cops should get rid of all this people, and we should've just shot this guy in Mexico when we had the chance." One of the soldiers said as he checked the straps on the cart to make sure the prisoner couldn't get loose.
"Yeah, we should've, but it's not our place to be the judges or executioners. This guy is technically an American citizen, so he has a right to a fair trial, whether he deserves it or not... So let's bring him into the court house." One of the other soldiers said, pulling back on the trolley and pulling it towards the court building.
"That's right, be a good little soldier and do your duty without question." A cool, deep, and mellow castilian accent came from under the plastic mask; causing one of the soldiers to make a move like he was going to hit the prisoner. Another soldier grabbed the mans arm before he could punch the prisoner, shaking his head slightly. Though the prisoners face was covered, you his eyes seemed to show him smiling broadly.
All of the soldiers guarding the man had been on edge ever since capturing him in the jungles of Mexico. Partly because of his reptuation, the man could easily kill scores of people with little effort, but partly because of the mans temperment. The man had been completely calm ever sicne he was captured, eerily calm in fact, not to mention how easy it was for them to capture him. It made all of the men jumpy and silently they were all thankful that as soon as they entered the court room, he would no longer be in their hands. The man had been a talker, sometimes making all of them laugh, and other times sending chills down their backs with the things he'd say. There was no doubt about it, he was a strange one, but a strange one they wouldn't have to deal with much longer.
After a few moments they finally entered the court room, turning the prisoner over to several S.W.A.T. team members. "He's all yours..." One of the soldiers said, a bit of relief in the mans voice. The police wheeled the prisoner into the courtroom, which much like outside was chock full of people. All of them turned toward the side door as the wheeled the prisoner in, positioning him behind one of the tables in front of the judge. Quickly the began to unstrap him, giving him freedom of his limbs before finally pulling the plastic mask off. As the mask slid off it revealed dark brown hair, an unshaven and somewhat scraggly beard, an 'M' branded into the cheek, and the piercing blue eyes of Dirk James. Dirk ran a hand through his hair, which was getting a bit long, and rubbed at his wrists which still bore handcuffs. They had released him from the body restraints, but he was forced to wear handcuffs that attached to a pair of shackels around his feet still. Strangely though, a small smirk seemed to be stuck on his face. The entire court room seemed to hum with hushed talk as the police released the him.
"Alexander Dirk James." A voice boomed out across the court room, coming from the judge. Immediately there was silence, and all of the doors to the court room closed, with SWAT team members standing in front of each. Slowly Dirk turned toward the judges seat. "You have the right to a fair trial and since you could not afford an attorney one has been provided to you by the District of Columbia. I have allowed a select few media outlets to be present for the courtroom session today. Please have a seat Mr. James." The judge motioned towards the defendants desk, where Dirk calmly sat down beside a man in a black striped suit. Dirk slowly raised a brow, eyeing the man, before turning his attention to a few cameras that were in the room. This was going to be a very, very, interesting hearing...
Several hours had passed into the hearing, and Dirk had been nothing but amused by the circus of events in the courtroom. It was humurous to him simply because of how hard the prosecutors were trying to convict him of his so called "crimes against humanity" and how little his attorney was doing to stop them. The prosecutor had just got done interviewing a so called "witness", which was a fancy name for "person paid to lie by the politicians", when he turned to James.
"For my last witness I would like to call to the stand, Alexander James." As the prosecutor spoke, a sudden tension filled the room. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for, to hear the interrogation of the one and only mutant liberator himself.
Slowly James stood up and began to walk towards the stand, one of the guards stopped him just before he got up there, "Raise your right hand, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you God?"
"I swear by the Almighty God above that I will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth... Whether you want to hear it or not." Dirk spoke calmly and slowly, with the latter part being said somewhat quietly. The guard nodded and motioned Dirk into the witness' stand.
The prosecutor slowly walked up and leaned against witness stand, "Welcome to court Mr. James." The man was weasel, Dirk could tell it immediately, though he simply raised a brow as the man spoke to him, "So, you've been brought to court to day on charges of Manslaughter, terrorism, torture, extermination, and other crimes against humanity. And you plead not guilty to all of thie above, we'd all like to know why?"
"Well, I would say because I think I am not guilty but that is not the answer you are hoping for is it? So, I would say because I have done none of the things you have mentioned, but I have liberated others from such crimes. I suppose you could say I am a murderer of murderers, a vigilante if you will... Does that satisfy your question?" The soft Castilian accent, and intelligent response seemed to surprise many in the room who thought Dirk to be no more than a common criminal.
"Yes it does, so, what is that you would say you do exactly, Mr. James?"
"I fight tyranny, to put it simply. I liberate those who cannot fight for themselves, I liberate those who are persecuted by governments. I stand up and fight for the people who don't know how." Dirk said calmly and cooly.
"By people you mean mutants?" The prosecutor paced back and forth in front of the stand like a hungry wolf.
"By people, I mean anyone who came to me for help. But yes, many of them were mutants."
"You do realize why many people fight mutants don't you? I mean, there are entire lists of mutants here in America who are wanted criminals. Some of the mutants on those lists can destroy entire cities with their minds, how is that weakness?" Now Dirk could see where the man was trying to go with the arguement.
"Yes, some people who you classify as mutants are gifted with abilities that allow them to do extrordinary feats. It is unfortunate that they use these gifts to harm innocents, but science has also given you the gift of weaponry... and many humans use those gifts to harm innocents as well. I have to ask though, where are your records of the countless other mutants whose gifts nearly destroy their bodies, or make them considered freaks by society, and who have no power to destroy cities that you speak of. Like I said, I protect the weak, nothing more."
The prosecutor was a bit taken aback by Dirks speech, he hadn't been expecting a retaliation like that. "So you would say you protect those who can't fight back, right?"
"Right."
"Well, before I question any further though I would like to play a video we recovered only a few days ago from one of your encampments in Mexico." The prosecutor gave a nod to two technicians, who wheeled in a small tv and popped in a VCR tape. They both backed away as the entire room focused on the TV.
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The room was dark and dank looking, almost like a celler or a basement with little light. A single light bulb cut through the darkness to reveal a small table with what looked to be about six men sitting around it, all bound to their chairs. A few had their heads dropped to their chest, a few others were looking around wildly, and fearfully, as a sudden noise filled the room; a door opening. Footsteps broke the silence as a man appeared out of the darkness and into the light. It was a shaven and trimmed Dirk james, wearing a pair of black jeans and a black muscle shirt. Slowly he walked over to the table and sat down between two of the men.
"You all know why you are here... And I'm sure most of you know you won't be making it out of this alive either, so we might as well cut to the chase eh?" Dirk said as he stood up and kicked the chair away. "I want to call your attention to this, my friends... A spork!"" Dirk said as he whipped a metal spork out of his pocket and began to walk around the table.
"Is this not one of the most ingenious pieces of equipment we have today? Is a tool? Is it a eating utensil? Is it a fork? Is it a spoon? I say no to all of the above." He suddenly stopped, holding the spork up to the light as if admiring it. As he did so, Dirks skin began to turn a ghostly pale, with dark shadows covering the skin and his eyes turned a solid black.
Without warning, and with a sharp rapid movement, Dirk pulled the head of the man in the chair nearest to him back and slammed the end of the spork into the mans eye. Dirk twisted it, and pushed it in, blood began sprayed everywhere and leaking down the mans face. Blood curdling screams came from the man and he thrashed in his chair, but couldn't break his bindings. Several of the other men looked away, one actually vomiting at the sight. Dirk continued to twist the spork and pushed it further and further into the mans eye until only the end of the spork stuck out. By then the man had finally stopped thrashing; dead. Dirk pulled the spork out of the mans eye, pulling the pieces of eye, meat, and brain matter stuck to the prongs off and flicking them away; then held the spork back up to the light again, admiring it once more.
"It's a bloody weapon!" At this, Dirk laughed a little, looking at the terrified men around him. "Get it? Because it's bloody, and I used it as a weapon?... You all need a sense of humor, you know that?" Dirk said as none of the men laughed. He tossed the spork onto the table and looked at the dead man in front of him.
Dirk grabbed him and shook the dead man roughly, "Now tell me, where are you planning your next attack?!... Hmm, I guess I should have questioned him before I killed him." Dirk said thoughtfully, "Interrogation is hard. Oh well, at least I have five more of you to practice on." He said with an all too cheerful tone of voice, grabbing the spork off the table again as all the men stared at him fearfully.
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The tv suddenly shut off, "The court cannot show any more of the video as it has been deemed to violent and graphic. Needless to say none of the men in the video survived." The prosecutor said calmly, turning back to Dirk, "Those men couldn't fight back, and yet you didn't protect them, you tortured them. What do you have to say to that?"
Dirk looked calmly at the man, "I would say that I wished someone had warned me I was on candid camera, I would've worn a nicer suit." A few of the members of the court room couldn't help but laugh, to which the judged boomed an authortive "ORDER!" silencing them all. "I would also say that it was taken out of context of the situation at hand, those men were bandits who had attacked an innocent village earlier. I was merely trying to frighten them."
"Oh you did more than that didn't you?... I am done with my questioning." The prosecutor strutted back to his bench, knowing that the video was going to damn Dirk, like Dirk ever even had a chance to begin with.
A few more hours passed in the courtroom when one of the jurors finally entered the room and handed the judge a small paper. The judge pounded his gavel a few times to silence the murmering in the room before clearing his throat and looking at Dirk. "Alexander Dirk James, you have been found guilty on all counts of your crimes against humanity. The penalty, is death. Court dismis-" Just as he was about to pound his gavel again, sentencing Dirk to his fate, Dirk stood up abruptly. Immediately every gun in the room was pointed at him and the tension in the air grew thick.
"I accept my sentence, but I do not accept the penalty. I am sorry, this whole court room session of lesser mortals was funny for a while but I grow tired of it. I shall make my leave now." As Dirk began to move toward the exit, every gun clicked as the bullets were loaded into their chambers.
"FREEZE! DON'T MOVE OR WE WILL KILL YOU!" One of the SWAT yelled.
Dirk had been looking at the ground, hiding his face, but still the skin on his neck and hands began to turn ghostly pale; and covered itself with shadows that weren't there before. Slowly Dirk looked up, his face was just as pale, covered with dark shadows, and his piercing blue eyes were now a deep black. The 'M' that was branded on his cheek was no longer a perfect scar, but instead sunk deep into his skin, a small grin spread on his lips, "Don't make a man a promise you can't keep."
The chaos was immediate, and absolute. Blood curdling screams of men and women filled the room, as well as enough gun fire to make it sound as though a war was going on. Bodies hit the floor rapidly, and blood sprayed the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. All of the cameramen of the different news networks abandoned their stations and ran for the exit with the rest of the crowd except for one who dove for cover under a bench.
As the chaos ensued the lone cameraman slowly began to crawl back for his camera, trying to be as subtle as possible. As he reached the back of the room, he grabbed his camera which had fallen to the ground. Shakily he picked it up and propped it on the bench in front of him, focusing in on the action. Which by the time he got the camera up, an eery silence filled the room.
Through the lens of the camera, which was feeding live to the news network back home, he focused in on a lone figure in the middle of the room. The figure was Dirk James. His orange jumped had it's top ripped off in the fight, revealing his torso, and it's numerous scars and tattoos, all of which were twisted and wrapped around his body like an evil disease of some sort. The handcuffs and shackles that he had been wearing were broken, a cuff and chain hung from each hand and only a shackle remained on each foot; his bright orange trousers were still on as well. In his right hand he was holding what appeared to be that last living SWAT member by the neck, the rest were scattered around the room dead. In his left hand he held a knife which was pressed against the cops throat. BLood dripped from the ceiling and was spattered across the walls. It really did look like a war zone.
Dirks arm was shaking and he appeared to be very focused on the Swat member, whose face was turning more and more purple. SUddenly there was a gut wrenching snap and the camerman watched in horror as the body of the policeman fell away, but his head remained in Dirks hand, "Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest." Dirk said, holding the mans head up, causing the cameraman to gasp a little. Dirk froze in his speech and slowly turned toward the back of the room, looking directly into the camera, "But what is this? Not a fan of Hamlet eh? Let's fix that." Dirk said with a wicked grin, walking closer to the camera.
When he was only inches from the camera, the film suddenly turned to to static. Back at the station that was receiving the signal, the entire room was quiet, no one knowing what to do. SUddenly, the cameras turned back to a man behind a desk, putting him on the air, "I... Don't know what to say." The man said to someone behind the camera, before turning abruptly and looking into it. "Good Evening New York... You saw for the first time what we saw, live. Apparently the court room session of the terrorist Alexander James has taken a turn for the worse and the terrorist has gotten loose... We have just recieved word that the judge is still alive but being held hostage and that the army reserves are being called in to handle the matter. We are being told to urge every citizen to stay AWAY from the supreme court building, the man inside is armed and dangerous and a threat to everyone near the building. We will update you with any information as soon as we receive it. May God have mercy on the soul of everyone still stuck inside..." And with that, the news program ended.
So it goes, the man who fought for freedom, and was the epitome of freedom and liberty itself was bound and captured. Only to break free again in America. One has to question though, for a man who so easily escaped from his handcuffs in the court building, how was he captured so easily in Mexico? Was he really captured by the army and taken to America to be tried as a criminal; or was he simply allowing himself a free ride to the very heart of the fight between mutants and humans? Was it simply a coencidence, or was chaos once again simply a mask for a series of events that were planned from the beginning? Either way, Dirk wasn't completely free yet, but was on his way to being loose in a country that was about to have an all out war between mutants and humans. Ordo ab chao.
