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CruelIntentions · #1 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

See that woman? Lean Dorian. She used to be a good woman, elegant and beautiful like she is. A perfect life in all sense of the word. A perfect job working at a prestigious corporation manufacturing beauty products and designing clothing. A perfect family; gorgeous husband with two beautiful children ages two and four. She used to be good...she used to be sane.

Now she's nothing more than the shattered remains of the what she once was. A cold, heartless killer. Her once viewed perfect husband a dead womanizing cheater. Mmm, yes. He drove her to madness and now she claims to rid the world of all worthless male figures. The perverts. The pedophiles. The cheaters. The abusers. The liars. The users. All of them.

She was now born anew. Hiding away from society.
Justice: Temptress. Dangerous. Murderer.
Age: 22
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120

Last known picture of her new self.

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Justice pressed herself against the wall, men marching past her down the alleyway. Fools. They missed her again. A deranged grin grew across her face as she balanced the engraved dagger in her hand, dripping with fresh blood. They knew it was the same person, her, that killed the man. Her trademark was a mark of ruby lipstick on their cheek from her pressing her plump lips there as she slit their throat. Blood soaked her front.

Justice quickly turned from her hiding place and into the alleyway. But a man stood there and grabbed her. Three other men came out of basically nowhere and grabbed her arms, forcing them behind her and cuffing her.

"Lean Dorian. You are under arrest for multiple accounts of murder and child abandonment. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. If you cannot provide a lawyer one will be appointed for you at your expense." The man said in monotone as the others drug her away and placed her in the back of the car. All the while Justice looked to the man with a manicial expression.

"Justice. My name is Justice."

Autumn Leaf · #2 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

"Who do we got this time, Francis?"

The gaurd, George, was always there to greet him in the Washington State prison when he came by. He was here frequently, since he had so many cases in Washington that where so easy to win and payed so well. This time would be different, though. This time, he would play a losing case. He had run through the possibilities. He could plea insanity, but the woman, what was her name? Lean Dorian. She wouldn't play along. She definitely wouldn't play along.

"That man killer. You know the one."

"Ah, yea, just brought her in last week. Pretty one she is."

"Your standards get lower every time."

"It's hard for them not to when you're fourty-seven, alone, and working in a prison."

Francis just laughed as George guided him to the correct section of the prison. It was fairly deep in, since they couldn't afford to lose the woman. When they arrived at the cell, Francis placed his suitcase on the ground and asked George to unlock the door. Francis stepped in, sliding his suitcase across the ground and shooed George away. George looked back at him with a worried look on his face.

"Hey, it's your life, pal." And George walked off with the keys in his hand till' Francis would call for him.

Francis turned back to the woman and spoke in a calm tone so as not to scare her.

"Francis Chruchill. Your new attorney."

CruelIntentions · #3 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

Justice was looking through the magazines they provided to her. They were all years old and torn, wrote on, crumpled and so on. She glanced up at the man who introduced himself as 'Francis' and ignored him, flipping through the pages of the magazines idly. Justice waited quite a few minutes before speaking, hoping the silence would deter him from wanting any further business relationship with her.

"Francis eh?" Justice mused. "Tell me Francis...have you cheated on a woman before? Used a woman? Lied to a woman? Abused a woman? Made an inappropraite move on a woman? Had lustful thoughts about a woman under the legal age? Have you... Mr. Churchill?"

Autumn Leaf · #4 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

Francis couldn't help but laugh a bit. He started towards the woman and was about to sit down when he thought better of it. Instead he stood there for a few moments, scanning the woman up and down, feeling like an idiot when he realized, if she was thinking he was having what she called "lustfulll thoughts." He smiled and turned his brief case onits side, sitting down and putting his fingers to his chin as if her where thinking. He removed his hand from his chin and clasped his hands together in between his legs.

"Let me think... cheated... no I can't say that I have. Used a woman? I can't answer that correctly until you define using. I've lied to many women, but nothing to extreme. The worst, I think, was to my sister when I didn't tell her I was moving to Washington. Innapropriate move... well, if you mean sex, than yes. I've made an innapropriate move. Nothing agianst their will of course. Lustful thoughts about a woman under age? Only when I was under age as well."

He finished, sliding his suitcase out from under him and opening it in his lap.

CruelIntentions · #5 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

Justice set the magazine down on the cot she sat on, her legs over the side. She looked up at Mr. Churchill with an expressionless face, but her eyes were cold and full of hate. Justice stood slowly, arms at her side as she slunk over to to Mr. Churchill and placed her hands on the edge of the top of the briefcase. She leaned on it, causing it to close forcefully and her body to lean nearer to him as she stared in his eyes with her own azure colored eyes. Though hers were surrounded by dark makeup. Dark makeup that at this point was smudged, making her look like she just came from a crazy house.

"You forgot abused Mr. Churchill." Justice growled. "Or did you not want to answer because you have abused a woman? Hmm...Francis?" Justice spoke with venom at stating his first name.

Autumn Leaf · #6 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

Francis wasn't truly afraid. He didn't believe the woman would really attack him. It was the last thing he thought. At this time, he thought about the mistake he had made when he didn't reply to the abused section of her accusation. Francis frowned and leaned back on his hands, still sitting up, but an inch or two further away from her face. She definitely didn't look like she was going to be easy to deal with in court. He might have to cuff her to keep her from mauling the judge.

"Well, Miss Dorian." He paused for a moment in thought. "I've had a bad breakup or two, but I've never physically abused a woman."

CruelIntentions · #7 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

"Good. And it's Justice. Lean Dorian exists no more." She corrected, leaning back up and crossing her arms over her chest.

Justice turned around and walked near the cot again, looking up at the high barred window too far up to reach even if standing on the cot, and hardly even providing any natural light.

"I'm a smart woman Mr. Churchill. I know they realize I am not truly crazy. I realize that my life as I knew it is over and I will most likely spend the rest of it in jail. You are wasting your time Mr. Churchill. I suggest you collect your papers and leave. Because I will plead guilty. I will not deny the fact I killed those men. Because they deserved it. I will not try and fight a case to defend myself because my motives were clear. I didn't do it for any reason besides the ones I thought necessary. And those will not hold up in court I can guarantee that. Good day Mr. Churchill."

Justice didn't expect him to leave in all reality. But she wanted to make sure her knew she didn't expect to escape a sentence to life in prison.

Autumn Leaf · #8 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

((Death penalty not in Washington?))

Francis shook his head at the girl and pushed his suitcase under him so he could lay back on it like a pillow. He spoke in a curious tone. He couldn't let the woman just plea guilty. All his lawyer "friends" had told him to play this case like a lost case, and it was. But he hated just letting this woman throw her life away.

"Well, Miss Justice. I don't think I can let you do that. I believe you think these men deserved it, and you are guilty, but I think there are a few more reasons. Now, what exactly did your husband do to you to make you want to kill all unfaithful or innapropriate men?"

He sat up and slipped his hand into his briefcase, pulling out a notepad with a pen in the bindings and flipping it open to take notes.

CruelIntentions · #9 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

[[Idk. I don't know what anyone does for that many murders ^__^; ]]

Justice rested a hand on the tall but tiny table near the cot, leaning against it slightly as she heard him withdraw an item of paper from his briefcase after asking her the question. She didn't like the fact he would be writing down her answer. But she figured there wasn't much she could do about it. At least not without her dagger which was for reasons obvious to anyone was not in her possession. Justice yawned once, feeling tired and a bit peckish.

"Listen, you get me out of this cell and have them keep me somewhere a little more suitable, buy me some food and possibly a drink or two, and I'll answer all the questions your little heart desires. Capice?"

Justice turned her head, looking at Francis over her bare shoulder, her shirt being one of those wide collared black dress shirts that hung loose around the shoulders.

Autumn Leaf · #10 (**permalink**) 12-07-2008

Francis smiled and slipped his notepad back in his suitcase, closing it and locking it with the key that he kept on his keychain all the time, just in case someone wanted dirt on his clients. He stood, reaching his hand out of the cell and calling for George, who jogged over quietly and unlocked the cell. Francis motioned for Justice to follow him, and George gave him a curious look.

"She wants something to eat."

George shrugged, knowing Francis well enough to know that he wasn't going to do something stupid. Not only that, but George owed him. He had bailed him out of several financial situations.

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