Prologue
I walked through the dead silent aisle; the only sound was my footsteps echoing throughout the high ceiling room. Two men flanked me on either side, blank expressions on their faces as they lead me up to my consequence. As I sat down I looked around me. I stared at the faces in the room. It phased through countless different emotions of expectance, anger, disappointment, surprise and worst of all humor.
I never thought I would be faced with this in my life. I pressed my hand down firmly as I spoke the words I was meant to, without even questioning it. For I knew that at this time I would have to tell the whole truth, no matter how bad it made me look. How insane, how utterly fucking crazy I came out of this, somehow I knew I had to do the right thing. This… what I was doing right now, I knew was the right thing.
I had taken a sip from a poisoned chalice as soon as I had made that first decision. Action and reaction, a domino effect. It all led me to here, to where bloody inventions have finally come back to plague the bloody inventor. It was time to put aside my own apathy. It was time to accept that it all ultimately was my fault and this was the consequence.