"Alfred F. Jones, you are accused of murder of the first degree. The penalty is death. How do you plead?"
I looked up at the overcast sky for the last time. Thunder rumbled as streaks of heat lightning streaked throughout the clouds. Tiny raindrops began to patter on the ground until a stream of heavy rain drenched the cobblestone ground. It was if the sky was crying for me.
I closed my eyes, the water washing over my body. It was comforting in a sort of way as if I wasn't the only one who was in despair. A light smile spread across my face as a few tears escaped the corner of my eyes. Not that anyone could tell, nor that I'd want anyone to notice. That'd give our plan away.
The prosecutor was growing impatient; I could tell by the venom in his voice. "Well, Jones, how do you plead?"
I let out a light chuckle and focused my eyes onto his amber ones. Obviously he was seeking vengeance for the death of his younger brother. And who could blame him? After all, I'd do anything for my brother as well. Isn't that what brought me here?
"If I were to plead anything but guilty, would you listen?" I mocked, that smile still etched on my face. Obviously he was trying to remain from losing his cool, but he was failing miserably. He pushed the pistol to my forehead, the cold metal sending shivers down my spine. I almost lost that signature smile for a second, but I quickly brought it back to my lips before anyone caught the lack of confidence in me. After all, I'm supposed to be the hero, right?
Despite how hard I'd tried to hide it, he must've noticed the terror illuminating from my eyes, because he was smiling. Obviously seeing the fear of death creeping up on me pleased him. And who could blame him? That satisfaction of protecting the honor of those he cared about must've been a great feeling. Too bad I'd never feel the same sensation. The closest I could get to it was right now, protecting the identity of the one I cared about most.
"Then I have no choice but to sentence you to death," he sighed, happy to bring justice at last. As I heard his finger click onto the trigger, my mind wandered to the exact moment when all this had began…
To Be Continued…
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