A one shot. I guess. Well, these are characters I have made up. An OC story. No basis for this story. I hope whoever reads this will enjoy it.
"Interesting story." I said as me and my cell mate spent our last day on Earth, before judgment marked us.
"Yeah. What's your story, David?"
"Well, I used to be a leader. Great leader. But, someone put mustard gas in my grenades, so I got charged with crimes against humanity. Guess what? I was found guilty. My mother disowned me. My father killed himself. The only one with sympathy was my sister, Ashleigh." I said, nearing tears.
"We are the same, David." He said as he took a drag on his cigarette.
"How so?" I asked as I took a cigarette and lit it. I only smoked whenever I was under pressure, or I was upset.
"We are shaped, by those we have lost." He said as he threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it.
"I guess so… I guess so…" I thought as I took a long drag on my cigarette. I exhaled, making a perfect ring of smoke.
"Hey, Butch?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"What was your job? You know, before this ordeal?" I asked as I took another drag.
"I was an astrophysicist. Pretty fun, but then… My friend showed me drugs. And an astrophysicist doesn't pay well, so I sold drugs, killed people, etc. Well, I was in Guatemala. Selling drugs. Well, someone started shooting. I fired back, but it was the president who fired at us. He was disguised as a commoner to see what his subjects thought of him." He said.
"Small world." I said, a smile creeping on my face.
"How so?" he asked.
"I was there." I said, with a big smile.
We shared a laugh. We heard a buzzing noise and two guards came in and got us.
"What?" I asked as we stood up.
"Time to say your prayers." One of them said.
"Damn…" I cursed.
We put our arms behind our backs, wrists crossing. They handcuffed us and took us to the gallows.
"And here they are!" said a voice on a loud speaker. I was blinded by the light. Butch had his eyes closed.
I saw a fair amount of people, at least a few thousand. 'It's a fucking event!' I thought as we walked up to the nooses.
We stood on trap doors. I looked out over the crowd. Even children were here.
"Any last words, boys?" said the warden.
"Fuck you all." Butch said. How typical of him.
"I'll be damned." I said.
"YOU HEARD IT FROM THEM, BOYS! LETT'ER RIP!" He shouted into the mic.
They put hoods over our heads.
"Bye, bye." The warden said.
*Click
We fell.
No pain. No suffering. I was dead quick. Wish I could say the same thing for Butch. I saw his body wriggling for a good ten minutes.
How can I tell? I am ghost. My name? David. No last name. Just David.
I know it is short, but I wanted to write this. Everyone is a human in this. I hoped you all enjoyed it!
