Third Person
Paris Supreme Court
Live from Channel 304: Serial Killing Case of the Hole Puncher
As of 11:54 in the morning, the media are waiting outside for the arrival of the serial killer that sparked a new controversy. The fastest commitment of serial killing took only 3 days to accomplish with a total body count of three. He was called, "The Hole Puncher," because of his method of killing.
Others preferred, "Screw," It was his recorded weapon.
Just a thumbscrew to kill three fully grown adults and one old man.
Demonic. Some journalists described his work to be a work of a devil and it cannot be done by a normal psychotic mind.
Charming. Bloggers all over the internet admired his dashing features while hated his deed. It's no wonder 4 victims have fallen into his trap.
Sick. Some still defended him at few their rights. Professional psychiatrists and psychologists reasoned he was not in consciousness when he did those crimes. They have the paper to prove his symptoms of DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), but others chose to believe the juicier side of the story regardless of the truth.
Investigator Easton Broshe arrived at the court first followed by the Prosecutor who will be handling the case. They were followed by the Psychiatrists, lawyers, and other law students to witness the Arraignment. Lastly, the Bailiff, Clerk of Court, and the Judge arrived to start the ceremony.
All eyes on them.
The cameras filled the room first before the air took all the space.
"The courtroom 034 is now in session," the Judge has her hair tied before she started and the Bailiff signaled all to stand up, "Call the cases."
Her assistant nodded and proceeded to read, "For Arraignment," he paused and looked at the crowd, "Criminal Case no. 111703 Citizen of the Paris versus-"
Some performed the sign of the cross while the others gulped. Most of them turned their look at the wooden door at the back of the room.
"Convicted Saccharide Heinz for the crime of 4 serial killings -" the assistant paused and looked confused before coming to the Judge to ask, "Is this last part included?"
"Yes," the Judge nodded.
The Clerk of Court got back to his station and continued reading, "Crime of 4 serial killings and-" she looked at the audiences again,"- a case of Domestic Violence,"
...
"Bullshit!"
The door slammed open and it was the convicted wearing an orange jumpsuit with the word detainee at the back. His appearance caused fear to all of the people and punched the ratings on the television off the roof. The cameras focused on his raging face as he strides along the aisle towards the Clerk of Court. The people froze and stood up from their seats to run as far as they could from him resulting in the staff from the psychiatric wards being blocked.
Securities from outside were blocked by the people flood. The Bailiff was too stressed to handle the convicted so, he started calming the people blocking the door. Saccharide stopped in front of the Judge and at last, the staffs handling him were able to get a pass to confined them in their arms. The assistant and the Judge remained calm as they looked down at his face.
Although he has a handcuff, it's safe to keep him guarded. They weren't close to the end of the Introduction and he finally made a commotion.
The odds are not with him.
Ever...
"Hey!" Saccharide called as they dragged him outside, "Read that again, bitch!" he commanded and spat out to the woman reading.
The Judge took action and struck the sound block with her gavel, "Order in the court!"
Everyone went silent and went back to their seats.
"Order my ass!" Saccharide scoffed and continued to act cockily, "My knowledge of the crimes is limited to the first accusation only!"
"Mr. Saccharide Heinz! You are not called inside!" The Judge, "I'm not afraid to tell you that I might strike you out of the courtroom and plead you guilty for your behavior!"
It didn't fit the strikeout application because you can't strike out the accused and plead for him. The plead must come from him or the defendant. His statement was only for the sake of calming the teen.
"Just let him finish son," one staff whispered to him and he finally walked outside willingly.
"Appearance for the persecution and defense counsel," the Judge looked at her right side as her assistant spoke, "Please present yourselves to the judge!"
A fine man in his 30's stood up in a black robe signifying, he's the Prosecutor. The smile on his face was confident and it can put fear on any defense counsel, "On the plaintiff's defense, I am Prosecutor Marshall Lux," he introduced, "For the stand of the victim's family, I'm here to prosecute the obvious crimes of the accused."
"Where's the defense counsel?" The Judge looked at the left side and noticed no one sitting on the bench, "The accused is present. Please approach the bench," she called.
The doors opened again and a calm convict was guided towards the bench. He was looking down and his hair blocked her face.
"Do you have a lawyer?" The Judge asked.
"No," he bluntly replied, not looking up.
"Do you want the Government to provide you with a lawyer?" she asked again.
The boy finally looked up and smiled, "Can she save me?"
"She might. If you cooperate," the Judge wisely
"Does this lawyer have Aksenov for her last name?" he asked which made the crowd more silent and the Judge more confused as to what he is implying.
"In these times Saccharide Heinz. Being finicky is not a choice to be saved," The Judge stated.
But he repeated his question, "Does this lawyer have Aksenov for her last name?"
"We have no female lawyers named, Aksenov," answered the Judge, hoping to stop his nonsense.
"Then no," he bluntly answered.
"Mr. Heinz. This is just your Arraignment. We'll give you time to get official help and defense from a Lawyer," she suggested and cleared her throat, "Regardless of their surname please."
"Arraign the accused," commenced the Judge.
"Saccharide Heinz committed a crime of 4 murders, classified as a serial killing and-" the clerk perspired as he felt the intense stare from the teen, "One case of Domestic Violence," his voice lowered at the last part.
"Bull-" he gritted his teeth.
"Shhh..."
The Bailiff beside him pacified him. His behavior will not prove his innocence, no one would believe such an attitude is innocent.
"On the exact day of April 14, **** at Oeillet de règne Académie within the City of Paris, the said accused admitted to murdering Chris Bruint, a police officer and Valdost Moreau, a school janitor at the premises. The victims are reported to have deep bullet sized holes in parallel places. One victim had his genitalia cut off and inserted into his anus. The victims were made unconscious with a hard weapon on the head that caused a concussion on the janitor. A screw was used to perform the hole murder. Their jugular vein and heart muscle was penetrated by the weapon. Hence, caused blood loss and death," the clerk stopped to flip to the next page.
"The second victim Justin Manox, a guard at Jardin d'Eden was reportedly obliged to deal with a problem with the accused who was showing aggressive behavior that night April 15, ****. After dealing with the accused, the guard has not seen the rest of the night," he paused as the deafening silence made him look up, "The victim was found at the garden side of Oeillet de règne Académie by a witness. The same procedure of killing and weapon were used. Blood loss and a punctured heart is the cause of death."
"The last case of serial killing that happened on or about the same date, the corpse of Psychiatrist Amanda Porscha, a known psychiatrist of Carpeaux Mental Institution and the assigned help for the accused was found at the back part of the institution burned, but had the same injuries as the previous victims," he ended.
"Do you understand the-"
"Excuse me, Your Honor," the Clerk said and flipped one more page, "The reading is not done."
"But it was said that it was the last case," the Judge contradicted.
"The last case of the serial killing, Your Honor," the Prosecutor joined.
"Continue..." The Judge.
The silence was back again as the clerk read the last case, "The last filed case was a crime of Domestic Violence against the accused. He had been reportedly beating and performing amorous activities on his lover..."
"What the fuck are you saying?!" Saccharide burst and stood up from his seat.
"There were all contradictory to the law," the Clerk stammered at the end.
"Law my ass! Where's the proof?!" the convict was causing another commotion so, the Judge uses her gavel to promote silence.
"We'll let you see in the trial," the Prosecutor looked at the glaring teen and said, "Don't give me that! We have a solid proof. It's hiding underneath your Aksenov's dress right now, am I right?"
"You bastard! What do you know?!" Saccharide shouted at Prosecutor Marshall.
"Order in the court!" the Judge reiterated.
The noise and the whisperings dropped dead again. And it's only a matter of time before they come back.
The Judge cleared her throat and asked, "Do you understand the crime against you, Mr. Heinz?"
"Yes..." Saccharide answered with doubt in his tone.
"What is your plea?"
The most important question was already asked. Standing up, the convicted looked at each camera on the room before opening his lips, "I'm g-"
Then something snapped -
He remembered those words, "If you're going to see Saccharide. Please tell him I love him and I really miss him - I'll see him once I finally got him out of jail."
Raine is watching.
He cannot let her see him like this.
If she was fighting for him, he'll let her.
...
They awaited his answer.
"I'm not!"
All the whispers and chit-chat on the back started again. They gained another warning from the judge, the noises were cleared and he was asked again to answer in the presence of silence.
"I'm not guilty, Your Honor," Saccharide answered confidently.
Then he walked towards the closest camera and smiled. The people were starting to view his psychological disorder, but when he spoke, the crowd was stunned and touched.
...
"I wish I could say this in front of you, but instead here I am talking to this fucking camera," he chuckled as if he was talking to a real person.
"My Gorgeous Raine Aksenov. I wish I said this to you earlier. I realized I couldn't say it in your presence because-"
Saccharide choked on his words. And his cheeks were red from keeping the water inside the tear ducts.
"Because every time I'm with you. I melt. I panic. I don't fucking know and I'm not fucking sure who I am anymore," his voice cracked as held his tears, "You take all the words from my mouth and the only thing I can do is kiss you and be transported to heaven where you are the only angel..."
"You don't have to wait for me anymore. It's my turn to wait for you,"
"Raine," he whimpered, "I'll wait for you," The people watched in awe as he knelt in front of the camera and said, "I love you..."
"I love you," he ended and blushed at all the stares he received.
...
"T- the accused pleaded n-not guilty, Your Honor..." The Clerk repeated, not expecting that scene.
"Let it there be on the record that the accused pleaded not guilty," the Judge continued the Arraignment Hearing, "The information and answers provided by the convict will be read in French and English, languages the convicted can understand."
Pleading non-guilty could bring heavier consequences.
He just hoped this is worth not using his remaining lives to live easier.