"Mr. Williams you are found guilty on multiple accounts of manslaughter, drug trafficking, and extortion. You are sentenced to death. What do you have to say for your self?" Inquired the judge.
Resounding gasps and cheers could be heard from the crowd of people that occupied the courtroom. Just watching the trail of a vile criminal they tell themselves. They watch William like he is some rare specimen they have never seen. When in reality You could just turn on the TV and see criminals run rampant on the streets.
William leans back in his chair with his feet on the table. Smiling, William looks around "Death, if you think death is a punishment then your wrong. Death is release, a release from this pitiful world where the people don't respect power. I killed because I wanted to. I sold drugs because I like money and women. I extorted because people are so weak and easy to bully. I would repeat it all and more." Declared William despite the protests that resounded halfway through his speech.
William never really liked to wait around long. his opinion of this whole ordeal is it's just a waste of time. Why not just kill him here and now.
"Alright Mr. Williams this marks the end of your trial. Your execution is set a year from now. I hope you make amends with your time left on earth." Said the judge as she picked up her gavel and slammed it on the sound block.
'Finally, I was starting to think this would never end'
Two guards walk over to William and handcuff him. Lifting him up, the guards start to escort him through the crowd of people. The guards arrived at the door that is the entry and exit point of the courtroom. Opening the door, William sees six people donning all black suits with plain white masks that have no mouthes only eye holes. all of whom are holding AK-47s aimed straight at him. The last thing he sees is the blinding light of six automatic AK-47's firing simultaneously. Tearing holes through his body staining his white suit and ripping the crowd behind behind him apart.
Darkness, in total darkness for God knows how long. He has just been floating in this endless abyss with no end in sight. He has had a lot of time to think about what went wrong with his time as a kingpin. His first mistake was not being able to tie up a loose end. That was the only loose end he has ever really had. All the other loose ends are either burned to ash or fed to his pet dogs.
'It's never really easy to kill a DEA agent as those rats always have some back up plan in place.' The betrayal he experienced could also account for his downfall, but he saw it coming from a mile away. He just didn't know when the betrayal would happen. How could he know his second hand man would blatantly attack him on the toilet, so unexpected.
A sudden sensation drew his attention. He could feel his leg, albeit felt a bit weak like he had never worked out. The other parts of his body started coming back to him. He opened his eyes that he never knew he had until now. A white ceiling with blotches of mold covering it, is the first sight he saw. Leaning upward from his previous position of lying on his back. He looked around the room he occupied and saw piles of garbage lying around the bed he was on and Needles on top of the dresser that was in front of the bed. Feeling like shit and a little itch on his arm he looked down and saw a needle inserted on n his arm. Feeling disgusted he pulled it out and threw the needle to the other side of the room.
He saw a mirror in the corner of the room and traveled over to it to see what this sorry excuse of a body looked like. Looking in the mirror he saw a sharp looking face that could be called handsome if not for the hollowed cheeks and sunken eyes with the skin that looked like a corpse. The black hair he had was slicked back just the way he liked it.
'I can work with this. First I have to get this body clean from the drug the previous owner OD on.' As he was about to find away to clean himself up a little. A bright blue screen flashed in front of his eyes.
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