"What have you done?"
The strained question seemed to have everyone in the room in a hold, for not one of the people sitting at the high desks dared to answer. The young girl at the center of the room turned toward the oldest member of the committee and repeated in a high voice edged with tears and fire "Jacob, what have you done!?"
The old man startled at the sound of his first name, he hadn't ever heard it spoken so brazenly by one of the Public, and he certainly hadn't expected the first to be called. Instead of answering the girl, he shifted his eyes towards the door, looking for the security that should be rushing in. This was a closed committee after all, a very sensitive matter, and the women were bound to be emotional.
The door was closed. He blinked, and tried to recall if he had even heard it open at all. The girl stood there, staring at him, only wasn't she a little closer than she was before? He sputtered out "w-what are you doing in here girl? How did you get in?" And as he did, blood began to pool in her stomach, soaking through her shirt and dripping so, so slowly down. She grunted and stumbled forward, shifting to the right toward the next man. A scream erupted from her as she looked in his eyes, and Jacob saw his fellow Justice jump back in his seat
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME ALEX?!"
Several Judges stood up, and took a few steps back, and as the did, the girl slowly turned towards each of them, and snarled, low and deep. "You are our enemy. You sit in this committee room and make our decisions and we will not have it." As she spoke, the door behind her cracked, and cracked again loud and shard like the sound of the shotguns at the school last week." It's fell and the women poured in, bleeding and screaming and clawing at the judges faces. The walls screamed and the windows crashed and the lights flickered on and off only there still should have been light but it was so so dark. As the screaming reached its peak, all nine of the Justices heard the clear boom of a voice proclaim
"IT WILL NOT END"
And the lights came back on.
Each of them looked at each other, blood pouring from their faces, hands slick and red. The walls were intact, the glass unbroken, and the door closed and locked from the inside. The women were gone, and not one of the judges could remember a single face, not even the first girl.. They trembled, and sat in silence until their secretaries began to worry, at the end of their work day, and called security to come unlock the door and check on them.
As the officers walked in, they noticed first the blood on the desks, and looked then into the faces of their superiors. Every security officer took two full steps back, and sat in stunned silence, before one of them shook their head and radioed for paramedics, and ambulances and definitely some sedatives.
Later, when all of the judges had been sent off to hospitals and psychiatric centers, the state police set up crime tape and searched the room for any sign of intruders or explanations. They took samples of the water they had been drinking and the snacks they had been eating and sent them off to be analyzed. Find no physical evidence of a break in anywhere in the building, they questioned the families of the justices about any suspicious activity over the last few days. No one could say anything of note, and the police were more than happy to hand their case files over to the FBI when the samples came back negative for any drugs or poisons.
Outside, women held signs and shouted chants, hoping their words would reach the men inside. Only to watch as red and blue lights filled the air. Each one of them quickly ran through their worst case scenario plan, and held the one next to her. But instead of coming around the front, they watched the ambulances and police circle around the back of the building. They watched wearily as the ambulances sped away and the police stayed, and looked to each other with uncertainty and hope. The hope stayed, but they realized quickly that their words had been heard, and began to go home.
They shared their videos across the city, reporting on the accident and demanding answers from local law enforcement. Before long, the whole country had heard of the accident at the capitol, and screamed about who would replace the justices, for they were clearly unfit to work. The families kept very quiet about the state of the justices, but there were rumors that most of them were still muttering "it will not end". There were calls to end the High Court, and reevaluate the government and judicial system entirely. Change was coming, and fear was everywhere, and the words now echoed in everyone's head, softer and more unobtrusive than the first listeners "it will not end".
