*SLAP*. The sound of someone's palm hitting flesh rang through the interrogation chamber. "Just sign the damn confession already! It's not like your going to be living much longer anyway." said the interrogator. Thinking back on how I got here I laugh and say "You couldn't get anything out from me in two years, and now that I'm going to be executed later today, you expect me to talk? Hahahaha."
"No, I expect you to finally give up your futile resistance for the sake of your family, and to stop giving us trouble unnecessarily. The confession is not necessary, it just makes things smoother. So unless you give us what we want, your fate ends today." said another man stonily, who just walked in, while the interrogator immediately stops and moves to the side. The person who walked in was a tall American in a slick suit that, while not looking super fancy, was made with some of the most expensive materials in the world. Par for the course of one of the most powerful CEOs' in history, his own hoard of wealth enough to buy a sizeable country, not even counting his companies wealth. "Marc Roberts, you finally came to try to get my secrets one last time didn't you, you leach?" I said while giving him the best smirk I could while have a severely bruised face. "And do you think I would believe you have my family, and even if you did, that they would be worth the techniques and methods that I have?"
"Why don't you just tell us? you could live, get a huge paycheck, and go wherever you want. Plus you would have my protection and my favour. I don't get it, why be so stubborn?" said Marc. "Heh. that would be great and all Marc, but I know you. did you forget about those 8 years I worked under you? How many people I worked with you to silence and bribe? I know as soon as I tell you I'm as good as dead. Less people that know a secret, is a safer secret eh? that's something you taught me." I said. " You are already dead in a few hours! But that can change as long as you tell me. It is because you worked for me all those years that I'm offering you this chance." Impatiently said Marc.
"Haha. Screw you Marc. I hope that once I die that no one gets what I have. Because that's something you also taught me Marc, Take everything you can and give nothing back. Hehehe." and as I finish my sentence, you can see Marc's face start to minutely twitch, and a single vein start to bulge right next to his temple. He is pissed, just like I want him to be. To be honest with myself, for one of the few times in my life, I probably couldn't last another month or two. Just keeping my mouth shut through the interrogations was ridiculously difficult, and I probably would not be able to last through another one. But they do not know that, and as long as they keep thinking that, it will all be over soon.
"Fine then, be that way. I hope that in whatever afterlife or hell awaits you is painful and horrible. Keep 'interrogating' him until the execution happens. And if anyone questions why he is bruised and battered tell them he tried to kill himself from guilt and shame, or something like that." and then like a karen trying to get a manager, Marc stormed off, and I returned back to my pain filled unconsciousness until my execution.
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I wake up being dragged down a hallway, and from afar I can hear a crowd of people. I can't really see anything, though if its because of my bruised eyes or from the dim lighting I cannot tell, but just a few moments later I can see the figurative and literal light at the end of the tunnel. As we walk out, or more accurately as I am dragged out, we are on top of a large circular platform with a podium on the left with some seats in a concentric half circle, kind of like the seats in the auditoriums from my university days. Oh there is also a large hanging platform, with noose, scary executioner guy in a black hood, and a weirdly polished wooden lever to my right, can't forget about that.
As I start to be brought up to the noose, I hear the end of a, probably long and boring, speech and a new person goes up to the podium with an unnecessarily embellished scroll. As they start to put the noose around me, they start reading what I now understand to be the list of my crimes, out to this crowd. "John Nightingale, you are hereby declared guilty of 13 counts of murder, 32 counts of bribery, 1 count of corporate espionage, 1 count of treason, and 4 counts of theft, and 4 counts of destruction of techniques and methods of genetic improvement. To these crimes, We sentence you to death by hanging. May god have mercy on our souls." As I start to drop everything starts to slow down around me. Is this the flashback on my life people see when they die? Is this really how I end? At least I have done well in my life, not perfect, but well. Sometimes though I just wish I could go back and fix some of my mistakes. And as I thought that, everything jerked then went black.