Today's #flashfiction #TheCharismaticProsecutor

“Be a good neighbor.”

Dick Dastardly* #quote

Today I traveled to an alternate universe where people had figured out the perfect recipe for pie. Sad part was I wasn't in the mood for pie. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Charismatic Prosecutor

       A man with perfect charisma decided to become a prosecutor. With his charisma he could convince anyone he spoke to, directly or indirectly, what he said was true. The juries would believe him and the defense would soon doubt themselves. Even to the point of the defendant slowly caving. The defendant would take time so he wouldn't always be able to make the defendant believe they had done it if they hadn't. He could win any case he wanted to. For many years he wasn't even aware of his own charisma as it only appeared in him around the age he started his job. He was devoted to his job and he didn't realize that he won ever case because of that. He didn't realize the sentencing of innocents, and their sudden confessions, were his doing.

      But after it became apparent in his out-of-work life he realized it. He managed to convince strangers of the most bizarre things, get out of speeding tickets, get into VIP seats. It really got him when he convinced some random person the colors of his clothes were different than they actually were.

      If his upbringing weren't as pure as it were he may have used this power and become some sort of cartoony cackling villain, or tried to become a dictator. But a different kind of madness hit him. A sort of guilt. He realized that all those trials he did the defense didn't matter. The defendant turned guilty as soon as they walked into the room.

    He felt that only two choices lay before him. Stop being a lawyer, as he controlled the courtroom. Or live the life of being the one to determine the sentence of anyone and try not to only be on the offensive. Throw cases if he thinks the defendant is guilty.

     A desire to use his power did exist in him. He felt like he must. The lawyer convinced himself that he would serve to make sure that a jury wouldn't make a mistake and he was more intelligent than a mob they would pick. So he decided that he would lose at whatever juncture he thought the defendant was innocent. But in truth the lawyer wanted a reason to use his power to its fullest with good intentions and little guilt in his mind.