Doogshere Posted May 9, 2016 Share Posted May 9, 2016 The Fall of Jack Bruce First Week, February 2016 You often hear people say, "The room was dead silent" or "You could hear a pin drop" or "You could hear crickets chirp." None of those phrases were adequate when describing the atmosphere in the court room. It was a silence no one had experienced before, nor would ever experience again. Judge Amy Anderson was taking an abnormal amount of time to give her verdict. No one could really blame her. It wasn't a normal case. This was one the entire world had been watching, and we were about to reach the climax. If she misspoke, or stumbled over her words it would ruin her career and she'd become an internet meme forever. His face was buried in his hands. He was on top of the world, and now, he was here? One decision, like a seismic wrecking ball smashing into the foundation of his career. The foundation was cracking, and today it could all come tumbling down. The silence was finally broken as Judge Anderson cleared her throat. Jack's eyes met Anderson's, and she finally had the courage to speak. She ignored the occasional camera flash, and it was as if only Jack and her were in the room together. She cleared her throat one more time before finally speaking. "Mr. Bruce, I'd like to say that you're going to jail for the rest of your life, but I can't. The fact is that the officers in this case were horrendous, and will be fired. If I, or anyone else, finds out that you had a hand in them tampering with the evidence we will make sure you are locked up for life. As it stands, there is no evidence against you, because there is nothing that the officers on site did not interfere with. Let me put this clearly, I am not saying you are not guilty, I am saying there is not enough evidence to prove that you are guilty. As it stands, both I, and the entire world know what you did. While we can not prove it was you, we know YOU were driving that car that night. You were drunk. You were high. You not only killed the three individuals in your car, but you killed friends, coworkers, and have forever rocked the industry that you call home. If you have not slept for the past month, good. If you do not sleep for the rest of your life, even better. That being said, on three counts of manslaughter the state finds you not guilty. On one count of drug possession the state finds you guilty and mandates that you enter a rehabilitation program for three months." With that, Judge Anderson slams her gavel, partially out of necessity, partially as a quick outlet for her frustration. The entire courtroom stands and bursts out into hysteria. The most introverted individual in the courtroom couldn't even fight the need to have his voice heard. There was no time for cheers, handshakes, or hugs. Jack Bruce was pushed out of the courtroom and into a limo before the courthouse could get violent. The crowd started to swarm the limo. It started to teeter back and forth, and the driver hammered the gas pedal to the floor just as an object crashed through a window next to Jack and landed beside him. Blood started to trickle down his face from the cut glass and he looked down at the brick that had fallen next to him and saw the cold black writing, "Murderer." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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