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Alex's End:

"Alex," Paul started. "What will it be then?"

Alex was slouched over, sitting in a chair, both hands placed under his chin. He stared upon Paul's chest in front of him; Paul, sitting in another chair with patience. They were making little to no conversation at first, and Brutal wondered whether or not they should bother with Alex's last rights. Brutus pulled out his pocket watch and let Paul gaze upon the ticking object. Paul nodded.

"Ahem!"

Alex blinked once or twice. He lifted his chin, and bellowed, "What?"

"What will it be then?" Paul questioned once again.

Alex started, "I'm sorry boss. There's a lot going through my mind right now."

Paul nodded, "Of course there is. I don't blame you."

Alex took a deep breath. "I don't want to go, but I have to repent for the sins I have committed. I've been praying a lot lately…but…but…" he trailed off, his eyes shifting away from the guards. "To tell you the truth, I am beyond scared."

Paul tilted his head to the side, "About dying?"

Alex nodded in return.

Brutus entered the conversation, hoping to break the silence that was created. "These are your last rights, is there anything you want to say? Is there anything you want?"

"Like a preacher," Paul added.

Alex shook his head, "I've been praying, and praying; but to someone that I'm not sure really exists. If there was a God, those innocent people wouldn't have died by my hand." Alex placed a hand under his cheek. A lone tear escaped his eyes. "Olson?"

Paul stared at Alex with wide eyes, "He's not out to kill you, Alex."

Alex answered Paul, "No, you're right, he's not. Instead, we are wonderful friends. He tells me things."

"Things," Paul snorted, "Like what?"

Alex did not answer. He had now lost touch with reality, and the two guards had to accept that truth. There's nothing that they can change. Brutal glanced at his pocket watch one last time before speaking, "Is there anything you want, Alex?"

Alex shook his head. Then a new personality came into play, making both Paul and Brutal jump. "Get out! I don't want to see you two!"

Paul bit his lower lip, "Fine." The guard stood onto his feet, and exited the cell, with the chair in hand. After Brutal locked the cage, he turned to face Paul. "What do you think?" Paul questioned to Brutus.

Brutus took a deep breath, and crossed his arms. "The Alex we knew is now gone. His mental state is…well…dangerous. But there's nothing we can do at this point. He's under Ol' Sparky's control now. When the clock hits midnight –

"Yes! Yes, I know." Paul interrupted. "I just want to do my job."

"Me too," Brutus concluded.

It was eleven thirty that gloomy evening; and the guards were gathered around the desk in the Green Mile. There was Paul, the lead for the night; Brutus, and Jack Van Hay, the guards to strap the poor convict to Ol' Sparky; and Dean, covering Harry's job, placing the headpiece onto Alex's head. After they were in each other's company, Paul gave the signal that it was finally time for Alex's demise.

All four guards slowly made their way to Alex's cell. Brutus opened the cell. He went inside and pulled a frightened Alex from the cold, dark cage. Alex did not try to break free from Brutal's grasp; he knew it was time to die, and so he accepted his fate. Once the cell was closed shut, and locked, the four guards gathered around Alex, and slowly marched him down the Green Mile. Near reaching the end, they took a sharp turn, passing the office. They stopped momentarily, with Paul gazing eyes upon the criminal. The man returned his gaze, and shook his head. Of course, a man who didn't believe in a higher being wouldn't dare repent for the sins of the past. It's what he thought, and praying alone, when he was terrified of the events ahead of him, wasn't always enough.

Paul acknowledged Alex's wishes, and the guards continued to walk him through the hallway. They came across a room though, a special room with an opened door. Alex peered around the corner, and could see dozens upon dozens of angry people sitting in chairs; just waiting for him to die. Alex felt as if a thousand knives were piercing through his body. But he had no choice but to endure this new pain.

They entered the room, and led Alex to the electric chair. The many people inside the room were as quiet as a mouse, and there was revenge and anger smothered along their faces. Hal was in the corner, near the switch room. Jack and Brutus strapped down Alex's arms, legs, and body into the chair, making sure that the convict couldn't move no matter what the circumstances. In the meanwhile, Paul took a sponge from the side, and quickly soaked it into a bucket of water. As he carefully placed the sponge atop of Alex's head, many drips of water drizzled down the offender's face and clothing. Once the sponge was placed, and the head piece was fastened tightly, each guard stood by, except Paul. Paul stood in front of the convict, whose eyes were filled with complete fear instead of true acceptance into death.

"Roll on one," Paul started.

Jack Van Hay drew the first switch, and the many lights in the room became brighter than half of the lights in the prison.

Paul continued his speech, "Alexander Smith, you have been condemned to die by a jury of your peers, sentence imposed by a judge in good standing in this state. Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?"

"I'm sorry," Alex whispered. At that time, tears were strolling down his cheeks, and falling to his lap. Paul couldn't handle the pain from the prisoner. It was hard to say goodbye after so many weeks. "That's all."

Paul nodded, and then continued. "Alexander Smith, electricity shall now be passed through your body until you are dead in accordance with the state law. God have mercy on your soul." The last sentence was spoken in an unnatural tone that was aggressive and full of resentment. Funny that Paul did not regret it what-so-ever. Paul escaped beside Dean, and cleared his throat. There was a long pause before Paul's next command.

"Roll on two!"

And at that moment, electricity soared through Alex's body, killing him in less than a minute. By a quarter past midnight, Alexander Smith was no longer on this Earth. Only God can decide Alex's lonely soul's fate now.

Chapter twelve is next...