"Order! Order in the court!" the judge shouted as the courtroom became bustling with the shouting voices of the people in the pews. Kiev was on trial for a string of robberies and general mayhem, and maybe a few manslaughter and arseny charges. Kiev stood up and turned to address the entire court. "Order...What is order? Well, order is described as the arrangement or disposition of people or things in relation to each other according to a particular sequence, pattern, or method..." he paused for a moment, nodding as the courtroom maintained it's silence. "What is cold? It is the absence of heat. What is hate? It is the absence of love. What is dark? It is the absence of light. So ladies and germs, my unlawful deeds are merely natural, for is chaos did not exist, would order exist?" he asked as he turned to face the judge as his ears twitched. The judge scoffed and let out a chuckle. "So? What is your point? Your statement does not make you innocent" he growled. Kiev sighed and clapped his hands together once before quickly turning around with an eerie grin, his hands up near his chest. "Okay! How bout this!" he shouted, "Let me go, and I won't kill each and every one of you?" The judge became enraged and SLAMMED his gavel down. "Remove this maniac from my courtroom immediately!" he commanded. The baliff's cuffed Kiev and dragged him out of the court room as he laughed maniacally, shouting "You'll all be sorry!" as the doors closed. The judge sighed and went to dismiss the court when he paused for a moment as his ears caught a faint beeping sound that came from the room. It grew louder and louder, and as he shouted "Get out of the!" the room was engulfed in an explosion. Kiev chuckled as he walked down the halls, staring down the corridors as he uncuffed his hands with a pair of bloody keys, his mouth dripping with the red fluid from the baliff's neck. As security officers came running in from the end of the halls he stopped dead in his tracks and shouted. "Bring it on, bitches!"



Short, detail lacking, unthought through story that just popped in my mind. I'm not a writer, so sue me.
Kiev: Me
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