April 25th, 2013 by Theresa

“Ready to make your statement?”

The prisoner sat up in his seat, chains jingling.  He wiped his split lip on his sleeve then spat a glob of bloody mucus to the floor.

“I’ll take that as a yes.  Prisoner 12432, please tell the court the events that contributed to the death of Renard Belgier and his associates?”

The prisoner leaned forward to the microphone clearing his throat.  “I was provoked.”

The courtroom became a hub of hushed conversations.  The Judge’s gavel banged a few times to regain control of the room. With a wave of the instrument, he prompted me to continue.

“Please, Prisoner 12432, explain? We all would like to know what happened.”

The prisoner’s dark  gaze shot through me. “I’ll tell what went down.  That damn vampire snatched me and my sister off the street. He drained Kelli before my eyes. His little pals? They chewed on the meat of my only kin to get every last drop of blood out. And as they let me watch, you know what they said? ‘Nothing personal, kid. We just needed a snack.’  The rage sang through my veins and I blacked out.”

“As you can see, Your Honor,” I continued turning back to the judge. “My client is a latent berserker. He’s no a threat to society – unprovoked, that is.”

The judge rolled his eyes. “Prisoner 12432,  now known as Ian Richmond,  we find you innocent of murder.  We reduce your sentence to time served. Case dismissed.”

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April 1st, 2013 by Theresa

The doctor stood back from the gurney and smiled. He prayed that the procedure worked. As his patient awoke, he stifled his fidgeting.

“There we are, my dear boy!  Tell me Stanley, how are we feeling?”  The doctor checked his patient’s vital signs and skin temperature.  All were in normal range. So far so good.

“I feel strange, sir.”  Stanley blinked and swallowed. “Could you please tell me again what this operation was for?”

“Why to give you a heart!” The doctor laughed.  “Tell me how do you feel?’

“Sir?, This heart, what good does it do?”  Stanley sat up finally and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He looked at the doctor and blinked.  He hunched over in his usual position.

The doctor gave a sigh.  “Do you remember, that woman you asked about some time ago?  The one with the red hair?”

Stanley sat up straight. Eyes wide he smiled. “She’s here? Where? How long will she stay? Do you know her name?”

The doctor kept his grin in check.  “She’ll be here for a while yet. Why don’t you get dressed?  She’s just down in the lounge.” The doctor helped his patient get dressed and ushered him to the door. “Now remember, her name is Stella.” He patted Stanley on the back and set him on his way.

“Thank you Dr. Frankenstein!”  Stanley called as he sprinted down the hall.

The doctor smiled and waved. “Yes, I think that heart is working just fine.”

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