Henry's POV
"Stealing the weapon of a guard. Firing a weapon inside a government building and in front of a detective and a guard. Threatening to physically harm a detective and guard. Encouraging a prisoner to kill. Do you have anything to say, Hannibal Henry Devin?" The judge asked me.
I stood up and grinned.
"I would love to kill everyone inside here. Too bad, I am unable to."
The old judge was stunned before sighing deeply.
"What is going on with kids these days?" He mumbled.
"Now we have the additional threat to physically harm a judge, as well as a threat to everyone's life inside this room… Showing the intention to kill...."
"You haven't done yourself a favor with what you just said, young man. I wanted to be lenient because of everything you have gone through. Besides, I think Detective Norman had misjudged the situation at that time.... to let you to the murderer of your sister..."
The attorney besides me sweated buckets.
