BAILEY'S P.O.V.

Mary Sue hammered the gavel multiple times. "I have had just about enough of your outbursts! You are hereby in contempt of court!"

"'Contempt of court'? But I have not done anything wrong!"

"You talked without my permission four stinkin' times! Usually, judges give all participants three chances. I am a not normal judge."

"You got that right," the bailiff mumbled.

She held up four fingers. "How many fingers am I holding? If your answer was not four, then you are an idiot. Four is how many chances I gave you, and you blew them all!" She shook her gavel at him. "You are an idiot. Not because you were disruptive to me and the court, but because you have shown every person in this courtroom your true colors. You will always be remembered as a school shooter, Morgan Cruz. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Morgan jumped from his seat and dropped to his knees. "Please, Your Honor. I am begging you. Do not listen to Pastor Hill or the other priests."

"Pastors."

"Whatever. If you will be patient and take my story into consideration—"

"I have already heard plenty to make a ruling."

He gulped. "What?"

"Morgan Cruz, you are sentenced to live the rest of your miserable life in prison." She slammed the gavel, confirming the verdict. "Take him away. Case dismissed."

Morgan, who was handcuffed, scrambled to his feet. "You are not getting me that easily!" With that, he spun around and dashed out of the courtroom.

The two officers who had escorted him into the room were about to chase him.

Paige grabbed ahold of the second officer's shoulder. "Leave it to us," she commented. "We will bring him back."

The cops nodded in agreement, and we flew out and ripped off our cloaks. I glanced down both directions of the hallway as Paige turned a corner. I followed her and found her sitting on the hard floor. She was not happy.

"What is the matter, Paige?" I asked. "We should find Morgan before he escapes the courthouse."

She pulled her legs close to her as she wrapped her arms around them. "Bailey...have you ever gotten the feeling that something is not right?"

"Oh, yeah. Many times. Why?"

"I...I am not sure why. I cannot put my finger on it."

The next thing that we knew, we were greeted by darkness. We had been knocked out.