Jessie began again. "I have the ability to take over a mind and make them do as I please. But there's a side effect. If I hold on to them for too long they become uncontrollable and unpredictable, and their mind retreats back to the most basic survival instincts-" A lawyer slammed on the desk he was sitting at. "Objection!" He cried. "Your honor, this female is obviously compromised. She has no say in this."
I did notice the jury basically do a wave of eye rolling when she spoke of her powers. Maybe this was a bad idea. I felt the guards come up behind us, then they stopped. I sneaked a peek and saw that they were hunched over, eyes starring at nothing. They started drooling and moaning. The judge slammed his tiny hammer, what is it called? A gavel?
Anyway, he slammed it to get there attention. "Order in the court! Whatever foolishness this is I demand you to-What in God's mercy......?" I looked at what he was staring at. The jury was up and about, acting like they were mentally impaired. Even the lawyer that spoke up earlier was moaning and groaning. I looked over to Jessie's father, who was sporting a beard, and his lawyer, both of them had a look of utter astonishment.
I snickered at a thought that popped into my head. I whispered to Jessie, "Can they do that one dance from a familiar looking music video?" She flashed a grin and the zombies in the room started doing the dance from the Thriller music video. Dexter and I were dieing of laughter.
The judge struggled to regain control. "Alright. Alright! That's enough! Just-just let them go. Please." Jessie released her control, and her shoulders slumped. She relaxed a little more and the zombie people started waking up from their dream. They looked around nervously, as if they've realized how violated they've been. "Now," Jessie began, "As I was saying before. I was testing my powers one day on my parents. I was unaware of the side effect at the time. It was my fault that my father inadvertently killed my mother, not his."
Every one's eyes were on her. She had a determined look on her face, she didn't look like the scared girl that was crying earlier this morning. "Do I need to demonstrate?" Everyone shook their heads for their answer. She nodded. "I don't care who you convict. Just so long as you know that that man is innocent."
An hour later, we were waiting for the jury to come out of the back room. Jessie was sitting next to her dad, holding his hand. They were talking quietly to each other. Probably catching up on old times. Dexter and I sat a few rows back on the opposite set of pews. We didn't want to intrude. Dexter said, "Do you have any idea how I'm supposed to get her attention?" I respond, "Just keep doing what your doing. I think she likes you more already." He smiled and started fiddling with his thumbs. Then he dug his hands into his pockets and brought out random mechanical pieces and fiddled with them. After a few minutes he held a small disk with a glass case in the middle. I asked, "What's that?" He shook his head. "No clue."
The jury came out of the back room and sat down. One of them stood up holding a piece of paper. He said, "Due to the recent events of today, we have decided that the charges against the accused have been dropped." Jessie gasped and hugged her dad. "However," he continued. I thought to myself, Uh oh. Here comes the real trouble. "The spouse of the accused, Jessie, must sign a legal document saying she will never use her abilities, unless the situation demands it." Jessie came up and signed the written document that they must have written in the back room. Or maybe not. I corrected myself.
We left the court house with Jessie's father right beside us. Mr. Garcia (Jessie's dad) said, "I cannot tell you how grateful I am to see myself as a free man." He turned his daughter. "I am even more grateful to see my brave daughter again." They hugged. He then said, "I only have one question for you my dear." They broke their hug, still in each other's arms. "Will you stay with me?" Jessie looked at her father, then at Dexter and me, then back at her dad. I flashed a quick glance at Dexter and saw a look of complete sadness. He would be crushed if Jessie said yes.
Jessie sighed and said, "I'm sorry dad, but these are my friends. I think I can control my powers better if I stay with them. They aren't the only ones who have special abilities. We have someone watching over us and we can help each other." The father nodded regretfully. "I understand my little flower."
We left the town and made it back to Dexter's really-freaking-awesome Helicopter. And Jessie never stopped smiling for that entire ride.
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