He felt as if the eyes of the entire courtroom were upon him all at once. You could practically feel the judgement burning into your soul. Luke had barely been given enough time to wash the blood of his victim off of his clothes, but that didn’t matter. He was done with it all, done with trying to live life by what the Administration deemed legal.
“Luke Atkins, you have been brought before the court today accused of first degree murder. As you are well aware, the Administration has implemented a universal three strike system. This, if I’m not mistaking, is your second strike. One more crime against the Administration will result in a death sentence.”
The judge lifted a piece of paper off of her desk and quickly read it over. Luke’s face was a mask. He was waiting for the moment that would guarantee him an escape from this terrible place, a permanent holiday away from the absurd rules and oppression the Administration had afflicted this world with.
“According to the first responder,” the judge continued, “You were still attacking your victim as they arrived, an axe if I am not mistaking. You continued to hack at the body long after they were dead. Do you have anything to say in your defence?”
Luke stood up, grinning like an idiot. He knew what would happen after he uttered his next words, and he didn’t care in the slightest.
“It was…it was an axe-ident.”
Almost immediately after his terrible pun echoed throughout the hall, the entire courtroom erupted in angry yelling and general madness. Objects were thrown violently at Luke by the dozen, in the hope that one of them would at least injure the dangerous criminal. With those words now out of Luke’s mouth and out in the open, he was now guilty of a far worse crime than murder.
Being a smartass.