Okay, I know what you\'re thinking: \"OMG. Not another one of Juno\'s fanfics.\" Right? Well, this is not a fanfic. Not at all.
Just read it and let me know what you think.

It’s bright, and hot outside as the notorious murderer, Dave Scold steps out of the police car, standing at 6’1, dressed in a navy blue pinstripe suit, black dress shoes, with his medium length black hair combed back and sprayed lightly. He still had his wedding ring on his finger, even though his wife had been killed nearly seven months ago, by his very hands.
His wrists were behind his back, with handcuffs binding them. He stands tall even as the crowd screams profanities at him, in reference to his crimes.
The two police officers each take one of his arms and the three begin to approach the door to the courthouse.
Dave Scold walks with his head held high and his back straight, and an expression of complete confidence upon his face. He feels assured that he will not be proven guilty of crimes he does not believe he committed. However, the rest of the country does not share his feelings.

As the policemen and Dave Scold walk into the court room everyone sitting there turns around in their seat or merely turns their head to see the notorious murderer bound by cuffs…it gave them some kind of pleasure to see him defenseless.
The policemen take the cuffs off of him and sit him in his chair.
The judge walks out of the side door as one of the bailiffs speaks up. “All rise! The honorable Judge Sean Platen presiding!” and so all present rose to their feet.
The judge stepped up into the bench, and then sat down--as did all whom were there.
“Court is now in session.” Platen said to all who were there, and then slammed his gavel. “Would the defendant please rise?” and so, Mr. Scold did stand. “Dave Douglas Scold.” The judge said to the defendant. “You have been accused of murdering seventeen innocent people, in the 2nd degree. How do you plead?”
“Not guilty. I refuse to admit to crimes that I cannot recall committing.” He said in a calm, firm tone.

“Liar!” A man yelled out from the crowd in rage, as he promptly stood to his feet. “You did it! Don’t deny it, you killer!” He screamed even louder then before, but Mr. Scold just ignored him. “Order! Order!” The judge shouted as he slammed his gavel.
“I know you did it! I saw you!” He screamed in rage and sorrow, as tears filled his eyes. “I saw you kill her. I saw you kill my sister!” Tears streamed down his face as he glared at Mr. Scold, who could no longer ignore him. After hearing what the man had to say the crowd gasped in shock, and then began to talk amongst their selves.

The man’s words had gotten to Dave, and tears started to fill his eyes…but he still would not address the man.
“Order. Order in the court!” The judge said once again, as he slammed the gavel down to silence the people.
“Very well.” Judge Platen said, not really addressing anyone. The judge briefly consulted with his assistant and then turned back to the court. “The hearing will be on January fifth, in two days, at five ‘O clock. Court is adjourned.” The judge then hit the gavel with it’s counterpart, left his chair, and exited the courtroom.



Dave Scold once again sits down in the defendant’s chair, and waits for the arrival of the judge.
The crowd of people that had attended talked to one another, mainly about the terrible things this man had done. As they did so, thoughts of unspeakable acts came flooding through Dave Scold’s mind, and as they did he started to breathe harder, and faster. His eyes widened, and his palms sweat profusely, and then his forehead started to sweat as well. His heart raced and was almost to the point of hurting.



Dave stands over the dead bodies of three people—a woman, a teenage boy, and a man. They were the Crawford family that lived just across the street from Mr. Scold and his wife, Debbie.
He shows no emotion what so ever, for the poor people who lay dead on the floor of their living room. His hands and shoes are dripping wet with their blood…and yet, he just calmly walks out the front door, like nothing ever happened.



Dave Scold walks into his house, wearing his everyday blue jeans, an old white T-shirt, and his hunting boots. His hair is nicely combed back, and lightly sprayed as always.
“Honey! Is that you?” Mrs. Scold yelled from the kitchen. “I wasn’t expecting until four.” She said as she exited the kitchen and walked into the family room wearing a long plain white apron that covered up her brown T-shirt and a majority of her kaki pants. She was about 5’4 and had long dirty-blond hair, and was fairly tan.

Dave was standing in the family room with a grim look on his face.
“Dear…what is it? You look mad. What’s wrong?” She said worrisome. He said nothing; he just stood there with the same expression. “Honey, now you’re really starting to scare me. What’s going on?” She said frightful.
Just as he was about to approach her she saw something in him that she had never seen before. She saw great evil dwelling inside him. “No!” She shouted in fear, as Dave approached her.
“No! Get away from me!” She screamed at him, and then ran into the kitchen as he continued to walk towards her.

Debbie Scold franticly looked the area over, searching for anywhere that she could hide. It was too late for that, Mr. Scold had entered the room and was a mere ten feet away.
“No! You stay back!” She shouted as she then grabbed a steak knife with both hands and held it out in front of her for defense. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to do this, Dave, but I don’t have much of a choice.” She said in a firm tone that displayed courage and the willingness to strike. However, her shaking hands told a different story.
Dave took a step forward with his right leg, and then stopped, but only for a moment. He took another step with his left leg, and stopped again before going the rest of the way.
“Don’t make me do this!” She said as she started to slowly walk backwards, with the steak knife still out in front of her.
“Humph.” He said as he walked right up to Debbie and shoved her into the wall behind her.
“Ahrg!” She exclaimed as she hit the wall, and dropped the knife on the hard wood floor.
“Ied uoy, won.” Mr. Scold said in a low growl-like voice. “What?” Debbie asked him in absolute confusion.
*Wham!* Mr. Scold punched her in the stomach. “Harg!” Debbie exclaimed as her feet swiftly left the ground from the attack, and then reconnected with the hard wood floors.
*Bash!* *Bam!* Dave continued to attack her time and time again, with only a second or two in between blows.
“Pease! Stop!” Debbie pleaded with him, in an attempt to make him stop. “Dave!” *Bang!* He kicked her right in the face, and then picked her up off the floor by her hair.
“Dave, what ever I did, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’m sorry.” She said weakly with tears and blood running down her once beautiful, but now beat-up face. “Ied uoy, won: dias I.” He said in an almost monster-like voice.
“What does that mean?” She said in confusion, fear and sadness.
*Crack!* Dave had taken the palm of his other hand and swiftly bashed Debbie’s nose upward, forcing it up into her brain—killing her.



“Dave… Mr. Scold.” An unknown voice with no body spoke to him. “What?” He said confused. Dave then looked to the man behind him. “Did you say something to me?” He asked the man with confusion. The man just shook his head, and then Dave turned back around.
“Dave Scold. Dave Douglas Scold.” The voice said again. “Huh?” Dave then turned to the empty seat next to him. “Weird.”
Then a figure wearing a black cloak appeared out of thin air. “What the devil?” He said in both confusion and surprise, as the figure then turned to him. “Hmm…” It said with a voice of some kind of a monster.

“What are you?” He said to the thing. “Ha ha ha.” It laughed at him with evil glee. “Well, what are you?” He said again to the figure. “You already know who I am. I was the one whom possessed you, and made you kill all those people.” It said with even more joy then before. “What?” He said with shock. “That’s right. I made you kill all those people.” “No. I’m innocent. I never killed anyone.” He said arguing with it. “Ha! Say’s you. Here, let me know if you remember this: …Ied uoy, won.” Dave’s face went to complete and utter shock at the sound of those words, whatever they may have been.
“What does that mean?” The figure smiled under the hood of its cloak. “It means: Now, you die.” Dave Scold just sat there looking at the thing, unable to move or even take his eyes off of it.
“You killed those people Dave Scold. Even though it was I that was pulling the strings, it was still your body. Your crimes…you are a guilty man, Mr. Scold. But, you already know that. I showed you everything that you did while you was under my control, Dave.” Dave just looked at it, not saying a word. “You will be found guilty, and receive the death penalty. Hahaha! Ied uoy, won!” It said loudly with much delight.

The cloaked figure then quickly faded away.
“All rise! The honorable judge Sean Platen presiding!” Dave Scold shook himself out of the daze he was in, rose to his feet and looked towards the bench where judge Platen was now sitting.
Everyone then sat, and waited to hear what the judge had to say—except for Mr. Scold. “Your honor.” Dave said to the judge. “Mr. Scold, this trial is not yet in session.” That did not matter to Mr. Scold. “Please your honor, may I approach the bench?” The judge thought for a moment and then waved him over.
Dave walked over to the bench and quietly spoke to judge Platen. “Your honor, I don’t think I pleaded…truthfully.” Platen just looked at him. “While I was waiting for you to arrive I had all these terrible memories of me doing things I never did.” Platen looked at him with interest. “What things?”
Dave swallowed, and then shifted his eyes from left to right, then focusing back on Platen. “Murders. Murders I didn’t remember ‘till just a moment ago. Plus, in these memories I don’t speak the same language.” The judge was a bit confused. “Then what do you speak?” Dave just looked at him and then spoke with a hint of fear. “I don’t know. It didn’t sound human. Even my voice wasn’t the same.”

Judge Platen looked at him with surprise, and then leaned back in his chair. Dave just stood there, waiting to hear what he had to say.
Platen leaned towards Mr. Scold, and spoke quietly. “I will allow you to change your plead…to insanity.”



Mr. Scold is now being taken to the local insane asylum, where he will stay until farther notice. Due to the fact that he changed his plead to insanity.


Yeah, the indentions are a bit messed up. It screw up when I copied and pasted it.

[Edited on 31-12-2005 by Juno]