*Iron bars clanging*
"Wake up Victor, it's your day" says the jail guard, waking me up as his friend open the cell.
"Still surprise me that someone with your manner and potentially clean record gonna take his last breath today" say the guard with the jumble of keys hanging from his hips.
"Oh come on now hector, we all know why I'm here in the first place, even lil Timmy down the hallway knows and he just got here two days ago" I say to hector jokingly about how I'm in this predicament earning slight chuckle from the other prisoners that heard me.
"But still...how could you still laugh knowing the bastard that put you here still can eat and sleep well after today?" Hector curiously ask.
"Well, not much I can do about it. If anything I'm glad I'm here, this 15 years I spent here feel more fulfilling that what my life is out side. No want wait for me, no one for me to wait and still has to force myself to live. Here I can just shut off my brain not fussing about anything and still wake up the next day." I say to Hector how my life before being in prison makes me feel constrain as if being hold down by everything around me.
"Oh and you saying the bastard can still eat well? Good luck chewing anything with that half broken skull of his, quite proud with how I keep pummeling his head" i say proudly
"I heard about that, it all started cause he keep yelling and harassing a waiter before you snap right. Almost puke when I see the picture of him after you done, thought he got mauled by a tiger for a sec.... I also heard he got all top surgeon to fix him up, now half of his skull is gold"
"...no shot"
"Yes shot"
"The three broken ribs I pull out?"
"Gold"
"Left leg and right knees?
"Also gold"
"At least his middle finger still missing right? I didn't remember doing much there"
"That one is normal iron..."
"Lets go!"
"He got it engraved with diamond tho, and cut the other one so he can have it on both hand"
"Fuckin rich snob" I frustratingly say as it feel like and insult how easy he got those fix
As we were having conversation along the way I manage to say goodbye to some of the prisoners and guards I manage to befriended.
After a walk, a meal, and a preparation, I find myself chained and kneeling on the ground in a cold cement room with two guard behind me with bayonet in hands, Hector and the head of the prison guard in front of me.
"Thanks for humoring me with this kind of execution captain, must been hard finding this pair of bayonet" I say to the head of the prison guard the we the prisoner just called captain.
"Hmph that's the least I could for someone clearly falsely accused and betray even by the judging system, humoring you with this is the least I can do to feel less guilty and powerless although I can't give you a crowd to watch, hope you okay with just four of us here"
"More than enough captain, and before we proceed congrats and being a dad Hector and to you captain for finally being a grandpa" I say to the two people I'm closest with in this place.
"Any last word?" Captain ask
"Don't miss" i say before closing my eyes.
Not long after I feel sharp pain through my chest, despite being stab and executed in a not so painless and slow way...I feel calm, like a heavy burden has been lifted from my shoulder
'I'm finally free'
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After a moment in the void I started to feel my body again. Feeling of a sandy grain texture behind my back. Slowly I open my eyes to be greeted by moon that's feel closer than I remember. Groggily I sits up and take in the scenery of my surrounding.
I found myself sitting on top of sand dunes in a vast white dessert with occasional boulder under a beautiful night sky with the moon being the center piece of the whole scenery.
"Eerie but beautiful scenery....definitely not the prison since it too quite for place with bunch of loudmouth behind bars. Where the hell am I? hell?"
As I scratch my head trying to figure out where I am, my hand come into contact with something hard. I found out that my face is fully covered with a mask with no mouth piece, no eye hole and yet i can see, breath and feel my mouth just fine, talk just fine, and i can feel two root like horn protruding from my forehead. Further inspection of my body reveal that my whole body is chiseled, even more than what i have even dying not like I'm complaining is colored pure white with a pitch black draconic-like gauntlet starting from my elbows to the tip of my fingers with the reptile-ish finger parts colored white like the rest of my body, black hakama trousers covering my lower half, and finally two gaping hole on my chest with one right where my heart should be and the other one mirroring it on the other side.
"at least they didn't miss" I say while inspecting the two hole while being grateful for the two executioner.
"now what should i do in this case" I say as I dust off the sand from my pants and getting used to walking on sand bare feet. "let's go for a walk"