The rain splattered the windows. It swirled down the window, occasionally one stream would meet with another and send a surge down that course.
Lynxia sat with her head against the window. Her eyes empty and unfeeling. She heard the door of her cell open.
"Lynxia. You're wanted in the court room." the prison guard said.
She got of the high window ledge and followed him out of the cell.
She had tried telling them. She'd tried explaining but nobody had listened. And so she had stopped. Stopped fighting. Stopped hoping for a rescue. At first she had hoped someone would help her escape but no one came. Days turned to weeks. Weeks into months. Months into this year and a half in a cell. She often wondered if they had been killed too but to that there was no answer.
The guard opened a wooden door at the end of a corridor and pushed her into the court room. She sat down in the seat given and hung her head, not wanting to look around.
She was not afraid of the prison or the time she would have to spend in jail because this was not her first time in a court charged with murder. What made her afraid was what she was accused of.
"Lynxia Lost," the judge said "This court hearing is to settle the case of the murder of Nixion Strange. You are accused of this murder. Do you deny that you did it?"
She hung her head more and fought back tears. She had not done it but the trap was brilliant and it had sprung. No matter what happened now, she was guilty.
Carry on from here! Oh, and anyone can be there. You or Barack Obama. I don't care. Whoever you like.