Cassey heard a knock on the door, slowly forcing himself from the soft sheets of his bed. “What now?” he grumbled to himself, briefly glancing at the clock sitting quietly on the nightstand beside him, it read two o’clock…
He took slow long steps to reach the door in the living room, the knocking ringing through the room, far more aggressive this time. As Cassey finally made it to the door, he opened it just enough to see a somewhat tall, muscular police officer that seemingly blended in with the night, Cassey’s tall noodle body stood no match to him.
“Good morning Mr Joans, I’d like you to answer a few questions about the recent murders of Vivek Rana..” The grey-skinned officer asked, his gentle voice conflicting with his intimidating stance.
Cassey glared as he looked the officer, “Don’t you think you could’ve waited for sir? It’s early and I probably should finish sleeping, especially if you want answers for something so… serious.”
The officer stared down at Cassey his glare feeling like a weight had been chucked at Cassey at full force before the officer more aggressively insisted, “I need you to answer the questions this instant sir."
“Look, officer, I understand this is important, but I really think you should go.” Cassey insisted as he began to close the door.
Frustrated, the grey man shoved Cassey into the door frame, entering the house of his own accord. As he walked around the house the man threw Cassey’s belongings left and right, before coming to a. He soon grabs his walkie-talkie and calls into his partner “I think we found him, come in armed with the cuffs.”
Soon, another officer comes out of the police car parked soundly outside, the officer’s partners matching the intimidating body type of the first, although his long scruffy beard, horns adding to his manly body, and falcon-like talons to finish it off.
The devil-like man quickly forced himself into the house, grabbing onto Cassey and pulling out a pair of handcuffs, his hand soundly holding Cassey’s wrists together as he clamped the cold cuffs around them. “Mr Joans, you have the right to remain silent” he hissed into Cassey’s ear, watching his partner grab a small handgun from the rack and setting it into a bag.
“Good work Jet.” The original officer said as he grinned slightly at his partner in pride. Mr Nova returns the grin as he began to force the nervous Cassey to the car, opening the door and shoving him into the back, slamming the door. Both officers climbed into the car, Jet taking the passenger side, and the other cop starting the car.
“You can’t do this, this isn’t right!!” Cassey growled as he leaned towards the front seats which quickly prompted Jet to slowly turn to face the cuffed, shaking Cassey sitting in the back.
“Shut up, murder,” Jet spat, disgust in his voice before turning back around keeping a close eye on Cassey through the rearview mirror.
Jet scowls as he looked to his partner and casually said, “Hey Clyde, how do you think the trial with the wheat noodle is going to go?”
Clyde lets out a slight chuckle as he cooed, “Oh we’ll see…”
As the police officers chatted in the front seat, Cassey’s mind began to drift further and further from reality, staring fruitlessly into the road ahead.
Before Cassey knew it he stood in front of a large court, the faint murmuring of the people feeling like millions of needles readying to poke him at any moment, waiting for him to slip up. The men and women that had attended the court session watched him like vultures circling their prey, Jet’s stare easily the worst of them all.
As Cassey looked around for even the slightest amount of hope, he noticed the judge, half asleep. He shuddered as he realized he’d have to use his own wits to help himself out of the unfortunate situation. Jet soon clears his throat making the judge wake up.
“H-huh….O-oh, I lost my sense of time,” She mumbled as she reached for some upside papers that looked like documents, but upon closer inspection were simple printer paper that had terrible children’s insults scrawled all over, the most notable was in red and happened to read, “Ur Mom Gay.”
The judge takes a sip from her kool-aid filled mug, before setting it back down. She looked down onto Cassey.
“So, you’re the murderer…” she said, doing her best to make herself look intimidating. Cassey frowned as he began to stutter, “N-no, your Honor, I’ve been wrongly accused.”
The judge promptly turned her attention to the grey-skinned officer. “I’d like to hear the opinions of one of you two,” she said, her eye contact with the man unbroken.
“I call Clyde to the stand” Clyde makes his way to the stand and sits down. “My honour, I have evidence that Mr Joans is, in fact, Mr Rana’s murderer, “ Clyde said confidently as he pulled out a bag with the gun he had confiscated from Cassey’s house. “This is the very same handgun model that was found at the scene of the crime”.
The judge raised her eyebrows a bit, she was surprised to see the murder weapon. She quickly returned to see Cassey, who looked dumbfounded. “Do you have something to say Mr Joans?”
Cassey nodded as he began to state, “Ma’am I do believe I have the right to own that gun, according to the 2nd Amendment.”
Jet began to panic, Cassey had a point, but never the less he continued to stare.
“Right but where's your warrant for this gun,” Clyde says pointing to the gun in his hand, light beads of sweat beginning to drip from his forehead
“I don’t need a warrant, in fact, the only time a warrant was needed was when you checked my house,” Cassey growled slightly. The judge soon stares at Clyde “Clyde, you never got a warrant to check Mr Joan's house, violating his 4th amendment correct?” she questioned, writing down a few things.
Clyde nervously clears his throat “Yes my Honor, But. Mr Joans Never answered my questions about the murder. That's why Jet and I detained him” he says proudly. The judge soon looks at Cassey once more. The court soon goes quite from suspense, they wait for Casseys response
“Well at the time I didn’t have any reason too, so I decided it was best if we waited, but you attempted to force answers out of me anyways.” Cassey continued to stand his ground.
Clyde began to think of other excuses before pushing out a sentence, saying, “W-well, they were urgent and important questions. I had every right to ask you.” The judge watches them closely
“Even Violating my 5th amendment to do so?” Cassey retorted, glaring at Clyde slightly.
Clyde was stuck, as he had every intention to speak before the judge interrupted Clyde and stated: “I have come to a virticted, I find Cassey Joans, not guilty of Mr Rana’s murder.”
Jet mumbled indistinguishably to himself. “But as for the two officers, that have violated at least three of Mr Joan’s amendments. I hereby suspend you two of your position until later analysis of the violations” the judge said firmly, staring the two, now former, police officers down.
