"All rise." Watching the judge take his seat, the room sat back down. Sitting in the middle of Jughead and Klaus, I played with the ring Archie gave me.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" The judge asked them. A middle aged, tanned man stood up.

"Your honour, we haven't." He explained.

"What does that mean?" Jug whispered to me, listening to the court. I patted his thigh, in a Listen way.

"We're deadlocked, six to six. And it's not going to change." The jury volunteer continued.

"So be it." Judge replied. "The jury is dismissed, thank you for your service."

"Luc, what's happening?" Jug asked.

"We'll have to have another trial."

"Another?!" The jury leaving, a very loud cough from the opponent. Cutting jug off.

"Your honour. In lieu of another trial, the State is prepared to offer a deal for a lesser sentence. Instead of prison, time served,plus two years in juvenile detention, if Mr. Andrews will plead guilty to the crime of man slaughter." No, Arch. Please, it's not fair.

"Your honour—-."

"I'll take the deal."

"No archie!" His side all said at once.

"We have to discuss this." Archie's mother tried to persuade. Those two chatting in whisper, Klaus and I exchanged looks. He knew I couldn't lose Archie, I needed him around.

"Your honour, I accept the deal." Arch announced, feeling my heart shutter.

"Son, so I have this straight, even though it's legally within your rights, you're ignoring the advice of your counsel, your own mother?" The judge questioned the red headed rooster.

"Yes, your honour. I'm guilty."

"Mr. Andrews, the court accepts your plea of guilty." My hands ran through my hair nervously. "You'll be taken directly from the courthouse to the Leopoldo and Leon Juvenile Detention Center, where you'll serve out your sentence, beginning immediately. Court is enjourned." Hearing the Should of the judge hammer, I thought I was going to throw up.

"Archie, We'll get you out of there!" Fred kept telling his boy as the officer put his cuffs on. The officer directed for Archie to go down the isle, walking past me, Klaus, Betty, Jug, Veronica and I. All my precious boy could say was.

"I love you Lucifer."

"Archie! Archie!" Veronica cried out, pushing through us.

"I love you Veronica."

"No. You can't take him away, he's innocent. He didn't do anything." Veronica exclaimed, Klaus followed Veronica before I cop could get to her. Holding her from behind so she couldn't run off to her knight being taken away. Betty rushing over to them, Klaus brought Veronica into a hug. Rubbing her back as I saw Klaus's eyes lock with someone else's in the room, following his stare to the man himself. Hiram.

Klaus leaving the girls, his stare broke as mine didn't. Jug hugging me, dad placed a hand on our heads. Whilst bringing his two oldest into his chest, I sighed heavily. Hearing dad whisper in my ear.

"We'll get him back."

The afternoon continued, the king left his queen alone in the castle. Where she was on the couch with the trusty sidekick Hotdog. Hearing her phone start to ring on the kitchen counter, she groaned as she rose to her feet. Walking over, she saw Jugheads face pop up on screen.

"Jug?" I asked. "What's up?"

"Lucifer, I need you to come and pick me up. It's about Dilton, I think he might be in trouble." Jugs voice was rushing.

"On my way, wait out front."

"See you in a bit." As the queen hung up the call, she rushed to her other home. The home where her father and brother laid their heads to rest when the sun hid away. The new king directed where the queen needed to go, showing her a weird drawing of a stick beast with a skull for a head.

The two rushing through the bush on foot, leaving the impala at the entrance. They looked around with their torches, Jughead putting his torch upwards. He revealed the statue of the beast in the drawing. The darkness made it bigger then it was. Looking around the ground, the two jumped. Seeing a body, a body with carvings in between his shoulder blades. "Dilton." Jughead said to see if he'll respond.

"Jug." His name came softly out of my mouth, I stood over two cups. More the royal kind, with blue liquid and candles spread upon the place. Following jug over to Ben and Diltons body, both of us crouching down. We jumped as bens body gasped for air.

"Hey, Hey. Ben. Look at me." Jug demanded him, rolling him to his side. I gasped seeing blue foam coming out of every hole on his face, his eyes red.

"Dilton?" I questioned the unconscious body, seeing it in the same situation.

"Help! Help!"