By: Kierulf, Natasha Beatrice
The rays of sunlight danced around her room as she just woke up. She got up from her bed and stretched her arms as she made her way into her bathroom, did her business, took a bath, and brushed her teeth. After, she opened her wardrobe and changed into her formal attire then fixed her hair into a bun. Grabbing her suitcase and her envelopes, she took one last glance in the mirror before making her way out of her apartment. She hailed for a taxi to get to her designated location. The weather today sure is fine. The city is full of people early in the morning. Glancing at her watch, it was still 7:38 am, although the trial starts at precisely 8. As she arrived at her location, she immediately went to her office to wear her robe, below the prosecution tag was her name. Prosecutor Ma. Aysel Alvarez.
She sat down on her chair to review the case one more time before proceeding to the courtroom. As she waits, a man in his late 20s approached her. "Are you ready to get roasted, Prosecutor Alvarez?" He said with a smirk. She looked at him and gave him a sweet smile. "The real question is, are you ready to get knocked out again, Attorney Guevarra?" She turned back to arranging her things on the table, "Don't be too confident, how are you so sure that you can knock me out again if I can break you twice today?" Atty. Guevarra had his hand on her envelope, which was containing the evidence. Aysel looked at his hand before standing up to meet his eyes. "By the truth," she said, and smiled, "And nothing but the truth." With that, she sits back down again with a determination to win today's final trial. The courtroom was crowded by reporters, journalists, and lots more. Who would blame them? It was a heated topic. The defense brought witnesses which will solidify the claim that the accused is innocent. "This honorable court of the Republic of the Philippines with the Honorable Judge Vincent Villar is now in session. All rise." Everyone then stood up as the judge entered the courtroom. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Calling Case No. M-1129, People of the Philippines versus Emmanuel Cruz. The final trial will begin. Are the defense and the prosecution ready?" The judicial courtroom assistant announced. "Ready for the People, Your Honor," Aysel said. Her figure stood out from the rest with her average height, mid-length black hair, and her usual smile. "Ready for the defense, Your Honor," Atty. Guevarra said. Aysel and Atty. Guevarra both shared a glance before taking their respective seats. The last trial finally started. "The defense will now prove its case, Your Honor," He said and looked at the crowd. The judge motioned for the defense. "Defense?" Atty. Guevarra then made his way to the front. "Your Honor, I summon the sister of the accused one last time to the witness stand, Ms. Santos."
A woman in her late 40s proceeded to the witness stand. "Let's proceed," Atty. Guevarra cleared his throat. "You are the sister of the accused. To be more precise, you are the sister of Mr. Emmanuel Cruz, am I right?" He questioned. "Yes." Ms. Santos answered. "Kindly tell us, the full details, where your brother was at when the night of the murder happened?" Attorney Guevarra started to question their witness. "Well, in the morning, he drops by at my house to tell me that he'll have to attend his meeting at the company he was working at. He said it was hard leaving his wife all by herself whilst she's sick, he mentioned he'll be home quite late. He was carrying suitcases so I thought he was busy at that time. My brother also told me that his wife was cheating on him and that he will file a divorce sooner or later. On the night of the murder, he called me saying that his wife, along with her best friend, was dead. So, I went over to their house and saw both of them lying on the floor, lifeless. That was when I called the police, but they accused my brother of killing them." Ms. Santos was giving glares to the audience, especially to the prosecutor, Aysel. "Your Honor, the story itself just proved that the accused is innocent and by that, I rest my case." Atty. Guevarra stated and went back to his seat. The judge nodded. "Prosecutor?" Aysel stood up and stood at the center. "You mentioned that you are the sister of the accused, right?" Aysel asked Ms. Santos. "Yes." Aysel narrowed her eyes. "You also mentioned that in the morning, before the murder happened, Mr. Cruz went to have a meeting at the company he worked for?" Aysel said. "Yes." Ms. Santos said. "I've printed the things you said on the first trial and wrote down the things you said today. And it is quite different." Aysel looked deeply at Ms. Santos' eyes.
"OBJECTION YOUR HONOR! THE PROSECUTION IS ONLY MAKING UP ASSUMPTIONS AND MIGHT CHANGED WHAT THE WITNESS SAID ON THE FIRST TRIAL!" Atty. Guevarra said. "Your Honor, I have permission from the stenographers." Aysel presented a permission letter and gave it to the judge. Judge Villar nodded for Aysel to proceed. "Objection overruled, prosecution continue."
Aysel presented the difference of what the witness had said during the first trial and for today's trial. "Ladies and gentlemen, what the witness had said during the first trial is that Mr. Emmanuel Cruz sure did go to the company he was working for but he was only there for a couple of hours according to the biometric fingerprint time machine at the company then later went home. And you stated today that Mr. Cruz will file for a divorce because he caught his wife cheating on him. But, just so you know, divorce is still illegal in the Philippines." Everyone in the room was shocked that they didn't seem to notice this mistake. Of course, some would forget what she said during the first trial since it only happened last month. Loud murmurs can be heard in the courtroom.
"You also mentioned in your testimony that when your brother called you because his wife and her best friend were dead, you immediately went to their house. Am I right?"
"Y-Yes." Ms. Santos stuttered. Aysel smirked. "But according to police records, your house is fifteen minutes away, and by the time you arrived at the scene, you were the one who called the police. But the question was, why didn't your brother called the police after discovering what has happened? You were the first person he called after finding out that his wife, along with her best friend, were killed?" Aysel went towards the witness stand. "Tell me, Ms. Santos, why?"
"OBJECTION YOUR HONOR, THE PROSECUTION IS TRAUMATIZING THE WITNESS!"
"Objection overruled, make her answer."
Aysel waited as she looked at Ms. Santos' eyes. "Please do tell, Ms. Santos." Aysel sure was pressuring the witness but she is also trying to get the truth out from the witness' mouth. Ms. Santos was sweating and Aysel can see the look in her face that she has been lying all this time. "Ms. Santos plea--"
"Because his wife cheated and she deserves to die!"
Aysel smiled, victoriously. Ms. Santos widened her eyes and covered her mouth with her hands. "Your honor, as you have witnessed, the witness had admitted that she and her brother were behind the killings of Mrs. Cruz and Mr. Chu. Thus, admitting that what she said at the first trial and this final trial were all lies."
The crowd cheered, especially the family of the victims. Aysel sighed heavily and returned to her seat. The prosecution and defense said their closing argument. And hours later, the verdict will now be announced.
"The accused," she said, "..has been charged with murder in the first degree. As the judicial courtroom assistant, and in front of the People of the Philippines, as the power has given us by the Constitution of the Philippines, with the decision of the judge driven by evidence and arguments presented, the accused, is found.."
Everything went as fast as light, people were making noise out of joy and both the accused and his sister were being arrested.
As the trial was done, Aysel went out of the courtroom to be greeted by reporters, pushing their mics towards her as they questioned her about the case. She was obliged to answer but she also has to go home and rest. Aysel went to her office and removed the robe and put it on the hanger. She fixed herself and drank the water from her tumbler. Aysel was about to walk out of her office but she felt dizzy and the world was spinning from her point of view before passing out. The last thing she saw was someone carrying her towards a dark room.
Aysel woke up, not in her apartment, but in a warehouse. She turned her head from left to right to see if she can recognize this place. But to no avail, she couldn't. Her hands and feet were both tied to the chair she was sitting on. She looked down and notice she was only wearing her undergarments, she felt embarrassed. She struggled in pulling her hands, thinking it might break free. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Aysel turned her attention towards the voice. "Who are you? Why am I here?" She asked. She was trying to remain calm as possible but her heart wouldn't stop beating so fast. The person stepped forward revealing a teenager. Aysel raised a brow before widening her eyes. "Aaron?" She gasped.
Aysel was dumbfounded. She opened her mouth but nothing will come out. She couldn't believe the person in front of her is one of her students in the Political Science Course. He is an intelligent student and is very kind. He always performs well in class and shows cooperativeness. "Anton, what is the meaning of this?" Aysel asked yet Aaron just laughed. "You're asking me when you should be asking yourself, Professor." He walked towards where Aysel was and stops just right in front of her. "W-What do you mean?" Aysel was confused and doesn't know what Aaron meant by his statement. Aaron gave her a slap across the face before grabbing her neck for her to face him. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHEN YOU HAD JUST BEEN IN THE COURTROOM!?" Aysel was terrified until she realizes what he meant. "Y-You mean... Your mom?" Aaron lets go of her neck. "Bingo, Professor." Aaron smiled but it soon faded. "Aaron, you know what she did. Your mom admitted that she was involved in the crime." Aysel stated yet she received a punch on her cheekbone. By this, another punch followed and then another. All Aysel could do was endure the pain as she couldn't muster up the strength to scream for help. Her blood spilled across the floor as Aaron continued to punch her here and there. As Aaron was done, he proceeded to unclip her bra before pulling out a gun and pointed it at her. "You know, Professor. I have the hots for you. But, after what happened to my mother, I thought that you also deserve to suffer." He was about to pull the trigger when the warehouse door went slamming and a man then started pointing his gun towards Aaron.
"DROP YOUR WEAPON AND GET ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW!!"
Aaron dropped his gun and put his hands behind his head and kneels. A man approached him, confiscating his gun, and knocked him out by the butt of the gun. Aysel glanced at the man approaching him. "I'm glad I made it in time." The man took off his coat and covered her body with it before cutting off the ropes to set her hands and feet free. Policemen then arrived at the scene then handcuffed Aaron before escorting him towards the police mobile. Aysel held the coat close to cover her body as the man carried her to his car. Her face was filled with blood from the recent punches she received from earlier yet she turned her head to see the man's face.
He said, looking straight into her eyes. "H-How did you find me?" Aysel asked. "I was about to congratulate you in your office but I only saw your belongings on the floor except for your phone and wallet. And you happen to drink your water but your water wasn't just water, it had hallucinogens. After that, I made the police track your GPS and we made it just in time to save you." Chance explained. Aysel was lost for words.
Chance held her hand, "I'll defend you, Attorney."
Weeks later, Aaron was charged with domestic violence and is punishable by fines and seven years of jail time. Aysel was able to get the weight off her shoulders. Her face was able to heal through the weeks and she was currently seeing her psychiatrist after what happened. She was most thankful to Chance who was able to help her through what she had gone through. People wouldn't even believe that the two best lawyers who were always neck-to-neck in the courtroom were now teaming up together. People thought that it was just a situation Chance used because he lost twice against Aysel and that the world didn't change. But who cares? Chance was her hero. It changed HER world. He was her chance for a lifetime.