Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or the characters, Leon is mine and so are any other's I created. This chapter is a short prologue. It is meant to be pretty short. The next chapter will start the main story.
Chapter one
"You have been condemned to death by the Justice System, Delta-Set42. For massive theft, fraud and break in." The Executioner stated unemotionally, reading from a script. The young man grinned widely as he was strapped into the chair, with extra padlocks and straps. "Aw come on, it's my job." He commented, smiling some more, aiming these smiles at the Executioner. The thief made a satisfied noise, "Thanks guys!" He shouted after the people who had tied him up after they were walking away, "Oh, comfy."
The Executioner cleared his throat and continued, "You will die by the lethal injection in exactly one minute. Any last words?"
Meanwhile, the owner of the prison turned watched from his office. "You double checked all the locks and belts?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, even if he gets out of them he can't run. There are 5000 security cameras in this prison, all the cells are made of solid steel, including the cell he will die in. All doors are locked, perfect. Not to mention the armed guards." The bearded man said, looking forward to the thief's death.
"That is correct sir."
The thief sighed, "Only a minute for my last words? Well, I'll have to speak quickly." He sounded disappointed. "Thanks for the free room and board, good food here. I'm glad I handed myself into this prison. I needed to rest for a little while and you guys were great for my little holiday. Heck I might come back one day! Oh, and as for last words. I'm not going to die but," he grinned widely, watching the Executioner prepare the injection. "As said in the Prestige, 'Abracadabra.'"
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