[OPEN] Stardust

[devon splyce parker]

Dylan glanced down at him, biting down hard on his lip and looking away again. He didn't bither let go of Mat to wipe his tears away, his other arm hurting too bad to lift right now. He watched the jury start filling in and swallowed.

Devon glanced up as people started filling in and panic crossed his face. He drew in a swift breath, fingers curling against the seat as he shook in fear.

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"It's okay." Deacon breathed, patting the table in front of Devon. He motioned for him to stand when the judge came in, and Mat slowly got to his feet. Zander stood up, obviously in a daze. Once the judge was settled in, they sat back down, Mat curling back up at Dylan's side. He trailed his hand up and down Dylan's chest, trying to find some sort of comfort. Zander crossed his legs, chewing on his thumb. He shifted uneasily, watching Devon.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon stood, looking around warily, ready to try and run at any moment. Flightly and scared, he eyed the guy, heard the other three sit back down behind him. His jaw trembled.

Dylan sat close, hugging Mat tight again, his own tears already dry. He hated showing weakness now, bent to kiss the top of Mat's head. He took his hand gently, then glanced at Zabder and hesitated. Reaching out with a wince, he patter his knee awkwardly before taking his hand back.

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Mat squeezed his hand gently, looking over as Zander winced. He forced a smile behind his thumb, then started chewing on it all over again. He watched Deacon stand up and address the judge.

"Doctor Rudman, hospital coroner, ma'am. I request that the patient be allowed to remain seated during the trial, unless direct questioning is needed." He said, and she nodded.

"What does he plead?" She asked.

"Not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect, ma'am."

"Is there any proof to this?"

"Yes, ma'am." He handed a copy of the paper to the bailiff, then sat his copy down on the paper. "The defendant doesn't have an education, a family member who we would like to remain anonymous has mentally, physically, and emotionally abused him. His species is cannabalistic in nature, and due to the fact that he wasn't raised to know how or when to control himself, he didn't understand that what he was doing was wrong." He shifted his weight to his other foot.

"Does he feel remorse for what he's done?" She asked.

"He doesn't understand that what he's done is wrong, ma'am."

"Very well." She read over the papers and looked at the pictures she had been handed. Deacon waited for her to finish before he spoke again.

"I would personally like to request that the patient be admitted into a psychiatric hospital, or the psychiatric wing of our hospital for rehabilitation and therapy, ma'am. His lawyer and I have decided that jail isn't a place where he should be, considering his violent nature. But considering the public's concern, we would like to request that he be administered help."

"Given the gruesome nature of the crimes, we would also like to request that the jury be dismissed, and the judgement be that of your own, ma'am." His lawyer said, standing up beside Deacon.

"Very well. I sentence the boy to be admitted into the psychiatric wing of your hospital, mister Rudman, but only under the closest supervision. He's to remain there until he can grasp the concept of right and wrong, and the damage that has been done to him has been reversed as much as possible. Case dismissed." She stood up, and Deacon turned to the three sitting behind them and shrugged.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon swallowed, bever raising his head. But as they spoke he began to repeat mumbled words under his breath. "I'm not crazy..." He whispered to himself in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. He didn't understand that he wouldn't be going home, followed Deacon's gaze to the others.

Dylan kept quiet and fidgety, listening. He raised his head as abuse was mentioned, hugging Mat closer. When they sentenced him however, he let out a soft breath, wondering how far they would get tothe hospital before Devon realized where they were taking him. Evaluation would be interesting, he thought bitterly, rubbing at an eye.

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Mat moved closer as Dylan hugged him tighter. He rubbed his chest gently, looking over at Zander. He was pale, but he seemed otherwise okay. When court was dismissed, and Blake walked over to Devon to escort him, Mat stretched his legs out, but stayed close to Dylan.

"Can I- we go see him?" Zander asked Deacon, standing up slowly.

"Yeah, I don't see why not. Just wait until about.." He looked at his watch. "One or so? They have to evaulate him and get him in a room and everything. But if you guys call before you show up, I don't see why they won't let you see him." He said, pulling his piercings out of his pockets.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon gazed at her as she approached. "No!" He screeched, jerking away from her and wrapping his arms around himself, eyeing the door, then looking back at Zander desperately. He stopped dead in his tracks, debating.

Dylan hugged him close, standing after a moment and watching Devon quietly. 'Don't try and run,' he mentally begged.

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"It's okay.. I'm just taking you to the hospital, okay?" Blake said gently, and both Mat and Deacon became overly aware of the baby inside of her. Mat cringed, the idea of a baby giving him the chills. He hated them.

"Devon, just go with her, okay? Your brother and boyfriend will be there in a little while, okay?" Deacon said, and Zander bit his lip, wishing he could go hug him.

"Devon, it's okay, baby.." Zander said quietly, and Mat nodded.

"We're gonna be right behind you, hon." Mat said, forcing a smile. He slowly got to his feet beside Dylan, but the baby bothered him so much he sat down again.

[devon splyce parker]

"Don't touch me," He growled, eyes flashing warily. He hugged himself tighter, swallowing as he gazed over at Zander. His jaw trembled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks. He dropped his arms, watching the door open, and broke into a run for it.

Dylan gazed down a him. "Mat baby, what's wrong...?" He glanced up as someone shouted. "Shit," He groaned.

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"Devon!" Zander screamed, reaching helplessly for him. He couldn't run after him, not with the pain he was in. Blake darted after him, and that nauseated feeling left Mat. He stood up again, watching her hurry and slam the door closed.

"Devon.." Deacon breathed, slowly approaching him. "Devon, I need you to calm down, okay?"

"Devon, don't run.. Please.. You can't touch him.." Zander cried. Blake put her hand on the end of her gun, watching Devon warily. "Please, just go with her.."

"Devon, baby.. It's okay. She's a nice lady." Mat said. "She's only doing what they told her to do. Please, just go with her. It's gonna be okay."