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"Now by Monday you need to be giving me the whole truth. I'm your lawyer and as such I-"

"You what?" He stood up to meet the lawyer's gaze. "You.." he said slowly "what?" The lawyer would no longer look in his eyes. Pathetic he thought. Just sad, and he slowly lowered himself into the metal chair. Things weren't made for comfort here, but he knew it was his punishment. He deserved whatever consequence he got. For what you might ask? Foolishness would be the ultimate answer. He could've been a free man all these months, could've had a clean record and been sitting on a plush chair drinking aged Brandi basking in the beauty of Sergio Calligaris' heaven-esque piano playing, but no. Edmond Peters had been blessed with a conscience that would forever eat away at him until one faithful night he would slit his wrists with a dirty razor, blood staining a perfectly pristine sink. No he'd rather spend years In prison for something he didn't do, wouldn't ever do, instead of staining his immortal soul. It was his curse, his demise, and in someway everything he'd ever needed.

"The truth…Mister… Peters" the lawyer said distastefully, almost as if the words tasted of sewage at the tip of his tongue. Edmond watched his mouth curl into a twisted grin, son of a bitch. He thought, the bastard thinks I'm guilty. Edmond was perfectly aware that his face was masked in a disgusted expression, and he planned to leave it that way.

"The truth Mister Williams is something that any good lawyer would be able to figure out without their defendants help. Now I know that asking you to actually do something productive that may, I don't know save my life or something or rather may be a bit much to ask but seeing as it is your fucking job it seems like you would be fucking smart enough to get it right the first fucking time!" by now his face was merely inches from the lawyers, so close he could see sweat pooling up at his receding hairline. "Now I'm sorry mister Williams that for the incompetent little fucking brain of yours, but if this is way to much to handle tell me now, but seeing as I'm paying you for the hour, every second that your on my time you better be doing everything in your fucking power to prove my innocence because if you don't…" Edmond was painfully aware of how loud his voice had gotten so he quickly lowered his voice so the guard wouldn't hear. Moving closer to the lawyers face, merely centimeters now he continued his speech "If you don't do what I ask Mr. Williams, I promise you will forever regret wasting my time I will not feel any guilt destroying your career" he lied and with that he brushed some dandruff flakes off the lawyers black suit. "now run along like a good little bi-" the guard flashed him a warning glance "ahem, employee." And he sat back in his chair rather pleased his rather spontaneous but well put motivational speech, which was more terrifying than motivational but affective none the less.

"Mr.…. Mr. peters" Mr. Williams said much less confident "I can only do so much, you see, no matter what we need your statement" His eyes pleading to make Edmond understand. "Please sir" Mr. Williams said in a hushed tone, he was begging now. By now Edmond's famous conscious was kicking in, and that's when he had to decide, loyalty to a friend, who granted yes was a pathetic excuse for a human, or saving his own arse and possibly making this lawyers career. Shit. He knew what he had to do, and no matter how much he hated the guy it wasn't gonna be easy.

"Get me a pack of smokes and clear out the rest of your day schedule. This is gonna take some time" and with that Mr. Williams stood up and practically skipped out to inform his clientele of his now busy schedule. Edmond buried his face in his hands and pondered what consequences would come to be from what he'd just done..

"Son of a bitch" was all he said, as he got ready to tell the truth about what happened on the 23rd of last June.