The Witness Novels & Stories

Dennis smiling sheepishly at the backup he was getting " so do you have any witness" he asked, " none sir, I was alone remember" I answered " what of you Mr Dennis do you have any witness" he asked Dennis, I smirked as I knew no witness because his story never happened, I was shocked to my spine when he nodded and went outside to get the witness, it was Guard Hillary, we barely know each other and I don't remember seeing him near the west zone. " So Mr Dennis is this your witness?" he asked Dennis, which Dennis replied by nodding.

I never knew he could do that. It was a bizarre sight, but I couldn't deny its effectiveness. The guards were completely confused, unable to tell the real Derrick from the copies. I watched the battle unfold, feeling a mix of fear and awe. I had never seen anything like it, a clash between wolves and clones. I was fascinated by the sight of the wolves, their teeth bared and their bodies contorted in the heat of battle. It was both terrifying and mesmerising. I couldn't tear my eyes away, even as I felt the danger of the situation pressing in on me. It was a battle unlike any other, and I was caught up in the chaos. In the midst of the chaos, we slipped away, the real Derrick and I. I felt a

This is Catherine, your new lawyer. — Fresh meat, how wonderful. The sharks are hungry. - He finished the sentence with a sigh while taking off his sunglasses and looking Catherine up and down as if he was really looking at a piece of meat. He then put the glasses in his pocket and walked towards the glass door that made a clicking sound. Being on the side of the table where the secretaries were, Catherine could see that Victoria had probably moved to press a button. She then looked back at the door and noticed that Miguel was holding it open. - Shall we go?"

After much persuasion, Steven reluctantly agreed to have Jasper as his witness, though he hoped he would not come to regret this decision. Moments later, Jane broke the silence, stating, "Um, Susan has also found you a second witness, as promised. This witness will serve as an eyewitness to the vicinity where the incident occurred, while our cousin Jasper will testify as your friend, as I mentioned earlier. During his testimony, he will inform the judge that he was with you at your residence when you received the call that led to your current predicament." "Oh my goodness, this is excellent news, and it all happened so quickly! Indeed, my beloved girlfriend Susan and you are both brilliant,"

“Hey, hey, breathe.” She looked up, tears streaking her face. “It’s not choosing randomly.” Miren frowned. “What do you mean?” “It’s choosing… who can carry it.” The witness shifted again, this time toward the crowd. Not to the loudest. Not to the angriest. To a quiet man at the edge, hands shaking, eyes steady. He whispered, “I can remember without hating.” The witness settled. The coalition felt it like a line being crossed. ‘Observer has executed selection,’ a presence said.

“Rephrase, counsel.” The attorney inclined his head. “Of course. Let me ask you this. Have you ever met Nathaniel Blackwell prior to that night?” “No.” “And yet you are confident in your identification?” “Yes.” “Despite never having met him, despite inconsistencies in your timeline, and despite the fact that you were, according to your own admission, under the influence of alcohol at the time?” The witness flushed. Ava’s fingers curled into her palm. “I had a few drinks,” the witness said defensively. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t know what I saw.”

"Motion to classify Caleb Miller, formerly First Successful Cage, as primary witness to the first lock rather than object of review." Dana Ruiz added, "Seconded." Ben's projection flared. "Standing supported by involuntary service, continuing injury, and direct knowledge of original construction." Aaliyah said, "Also because objectifying people is how evil files get root access." Haley leaned into her livestream. "Chat, repeat after me: witness, not weapon." Millions typed it. WITNESS, NOT WEAPON. The words entered the table without worship. Without command. Voluntary, messy, misspelled in several languages, powerful because no one had been forced.

She stammered, “Matthew, she is just trying to destroy what we have. Please… don’t believe her.” However, Matthew had survived too many battles in the business world. He knew she was lying. I signaled the guards to release him. He sank to the floor, drained. He looked at me with a complicated expression like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. “That’s all about it. The two of you can wait for the court summons.” “Oh, and to everyone who attended this auction. Your recordings of exploiting underage girls and organizing group debauchery have all been documented. I’ll be handing those to the police, too.”

“Testify. I’ll pay the bills now. For your daughter.” Mike looked at the photo on the wall. “She’s eleven. Same age you were, I think.” Sophia nodded. He met her eyes. “Okay. I’ll testify. But you protect us. Witness program if needed.” “Done,” she said. We left with his signed affidavit—names, dates, details. In the car, she leaned back. Closed her eyes. “We have it,” she whispered. “Direct witness. The watcher.” I started the engine. “We have it.”

--- ### The First Witness The Audit began at sunset. The Adjuster and Jax set up a table of white light in the center of the ruins. One by one, the people of the Intersection were summoned to stand before them. It wasn't a trial of deeds; it was a trial of **Essence**. When a person stood before the Adjuster, their entire life—every thought, every fear, every act of kindness or cruelty—was projected into the sky for everyone to see. The first witness was Marcus Thorne. The scientist stepped forward, his arm still in a sling from the crash. He looked terrified, but he held his head high.