I didn't know what I did wrong, but I was now sitting in a classroom style area, alone, facing a blank chalkboard. I could see uniformed police officers standing to both sides of the chalkboard, blocking the doors. They didn't seem to really respond to me being in the room, other than blocking the exits.
I had this sudden urge. I wanted to be out of the place. I wanted out.
My car was there, tucked away so no one could see it. I jumped in and revved the engine up. The police jumped as soon as they heard. I drove teh car through the doorway. It didn't fit, so it tore right through the wall. I was free! I drove around the city, blazing a path through streets and alleyways and sidewalks! Gah that was fun!
Then they caught me and threw my into a holding area. They came to me and did things to me; tied stuff to my arm, checked me for hidden weapons.
Someone was standing next to me with a list. When everyone was done and had left, he began to read.
"You have been found guilty of the following crimes:
-Theft of a firetruck.
-Cold-blooded murder of five police officers
-Cold blooded murder of firemen
-Cold blooded murder of (some number) of civilians
-Causing (some high number) of traffic accidents"
I thought about that.
Yeah. I rememebred doing it all.
Suckage.
Everybody left. I got up after a while and looked around. It was a skanky place. Everything was old and dirty. There was a bed without blankets that I had been sitting on. It was covered with stains and looked terrible. I needed a pillow.
I went out of the room and to the next room. It wasn't any better. Everything was covered in refuse, as if it were a city alleyway. I found an old, torn, stained blanket and carried to the bed. I sat down and looked at my right wrist. There was tape there, the medical type, holding a needle in my skin, attached to a tube that I couldn't see the end of.
Suddenly it popped into my arm with a sharp prick! Ow damnit!
I saw some liquid flow through the tube in into my wrist. Crap. I knew what it was. I had been sentenced to death via lethal injection. I had just been injected. I lay back on the bed and felt the poison spread up my arm. I felt my bowels start to lose control. My heart was racing and everything began to turn gray. My chest stopped working. I couldn't get air. I couldn't think. I couldn't ...
