Prologue - War and Rebellion
Lexy stared at the piece of paper on her table. She cannot do anything with it, now that she had no editor. She laid her head on her pillow, dragging her legs up with her. The pink cat pulled her blanket up onto her, scared of what harm she will face.
Across the room was a portrait of Gumball and Darwin, brothers and mutual friends. They were Lexy's brothers. The brothers who never came back.
Beside the portrait was a sketch of Anais. She was Lexy's only sister. She used to play with Lexy and draw on her. That stopped when Anais disappeared after the war.
Lexy knew it was her fault. She was the person who chose to side with him. She was the one who enraged him. She was the one who helped him steal it.
It was her fault.
She knew that the war was coming to an end and that she was going to see her family again.
The door of her room was kicked down. Two soldiers came in and held Lexy by the shoulders. The pink cat's hands was tied up by a handkerchief. Brutally, she was placed into a sack.
She was able to see through the sack because of the lack of care that was put into the sack.
Lexy saw how the soldiers ran down the stairs to the ground floor of the condo, where there was a truck with other soldiers surrounding it.
Lexy sensed something. She curled into a ball and held herself together.
There was nothing she can do.
The soldiers ran into their truck.
The drive in the truck was very rough since the road was damaged.
Then the truck stopped.
The soldiers started running again. Lexy was crying slightly, knowing that her death was near.
The soldiers then suddenly threw Lexy out of the bag, making her fall onto the floor.
Lexy looked up.
There was a man with a black mask standing in front of her. He carried her by her collar.
He dropped her onto a seat, just placed on the ledge of the building.
Lexy looked down.
Down below, she saw fires and protests. She knew she caused that. She knew it was all her fault.
The prosecutor tied her paws onto the back of the seat. She had so much to write that she hadn't written to be lost.
Before her death approached, she spoke words from her heart. The only words she can trust.
"There is always hope," Lexy said, in the verge of crying, "there will be, there always will be hope."
The prosecutor pushed Lexy and her chair off the ledge, into the air.
"I deserve it," Lexy thought, while tearing, "I deserve it."