milesoffire

I closed my eyes, waiting for the shots to come. But instead I heard "stop". Crap. I know that voice. I turned. Sure enough, Aubrey stood right behind me. Her brown hair in a ponytail. She looked strait at me, but talked to the judge. "I took full responsibility for him, doesn't that mean I can take his punishment?" "Yes." the judge said. "Aubrey-" I began, but she cut me off. "Then I'll take his place." Shit. This is worse than I thought. She looked at me. "As long as you let him go." He nodded. Then turned to me. "Christopher, you are one lucky person." I shook my head. "Can't I deny this." "No." he turned to Aubrey. "Your death will hap

The walk didn't take much longer. I cursed. There's a crowd. I hoped the soldier was bluffing, but apparently, he wasn't. So, now I'm going to die in the worst way, as an example. I looked at the crowd. Good, no one I recognized. "Max Christopher Grant, you are being charged for murder, decite, and disloyalty to your president. Do you deny your charges?" "No." "Then do you have any last words?" A smile creeped up my face. "Tell your "president" that I'll see him in hell." The judge flinched bak like I hit him. Nobody expected me to say that. He sighed. "Very well," he gestured towards the soldiers, "fire."

"Move it," the soldier hissed. He pushed the barrel of his into my back. "Where are we going? This isn't the normal path for execution." I asked. I've been down that path before, and all of the times, I've escaped. But what do you expect from a well known criminal? I felt the gun again.. "Keep moving. We're going to be late." "Late for what?" "Your execution." "If you hadn't noticed, we passed that way." The soldier snickered. "Oh, you're not going there," he paused, "the president planned yours in front of everyone. As an example." I laughed. "As what? An example as how cruel your "president" is?" He pushed me again. "Watch your mouth,