some sort of diabolical mastermind
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Madfoot713 wrote:
Darke sighed. "Young lady, I'm fine. I just got into an argument with the chief prosecutor upstairs--let me tell you, you can't trust Lana Skye. She's a dirty cheater, a lawbreaker, and she should be fired." He put his hand over his eyes and said, "Well, I''ll be seeing you two. I have an investigation to handle, and if I don't get that Sanders guy arrested..." He went in the direction of his office.
As if in a flash, Kante stepped inbetween Darke and his office. "I heard about what you said, 'bout Lana." He sighed, then continued. "I don't agree. She forged evidence to save her own sister, and even then it was the COP, Damon Gant, imagine the world of pain Miss Skye would have been through if Ema was found guilty." He cluctched his arm tightly, as if he understood the pain Lana felt.
And he did.
"Let me tell you a story..." Kante said, opening the door to Darke's office and letting himself and Darke in.
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The summer of 2012. Kante was still in high school, a freshman in Year 7. His father, Melvin Kante, owner of the Wonderworld Hotel, was held on trial for the kidnapping, torture and murder of two 15-year old girls throughout a two-week period in his very hotel.. Kante knew his father was innocent. He saw the last attack happen with his own eyes. Maria Sharpton was a Year 9 at Kante's high school, and had a grudge against his father. But even Kante knew not of her motives.
The stage was set on July 19th. Melvin was talking to his defense attorney, a man known as Souryuu Kaminogi (WOOOOOO!).
"I, I never killed anyone!" Melvin yelled, sounding desperate.
"Calm down Mr. Kante." Kamimogi said. "Those kittens were never killed by your hands."
Melvin wasn't listening. He was panicked, frightened at the fact that the general population wanted him executed. Kante kept looking at the attorney, thinking to himself. 'Why defend a man who the world wants his blood?' Kaminogi knew his client was innocent. Always happened since day one.
"Could you repeat your story again?" the attorney asked, taking a sip out of his coffee. 'That's the third mug today.' thought the young student, clutching onto the briefcase Kaminogi told him to hold onto.
"Like I said, the girls just came in on their own, looked frigging beat down, so I gave them a room at half-price. That's all I know!"
Kante sighed, then stepped forward. "I've hidden something..."
Kaminogi gasped, dropping his coffee mug, shattering into pieces. The remnants of the bitter drink shot down onto the ground like a typhoon reaching the shores of a piece of land. "WHAT?" he yelled, jumping up from his seat. Kante stayed awfully calm, then muttered,
"I saw the murder."---
"It's a painful memory... but that's not all. I had to testify for my father. But the prosecution just dropped it like it was a crumb from food. Worthless.
"I became a prosecutor for this reason. That the real culprits are sent to justice. Never about personal gain..." He trailed off, lost in a dark whirlpool of memories. Painful, awful ones.