The foot falls rang through the long hall, echoing off the grey stone walls. Puddles of seemingly black water on the floor flickered with a reflection for a moment before it was obliterated by a foot. Lights flickered on and off overhead allowing the faces of those below to be illuminated for a brief second.

One’s eyes were a gripping deep blue; his pale face was surrounded by long locks of smooth black hair. The lights flickered on again revealing the individual’s companions.

In contrast to the individual’s thin wolf like build, these were thickly muscled with gleaming bald heads. Firm jaws were set under dark eyes. The shine of guns held in their arms glimmered on the surface of the puddles.

The blue eyed male walked stiffly in the centre of the four huge men. His steps were reluctant, as if they were taking him to a place of which he did not wish to see.

His brilliant eyes shifted with perfectly trained precision, seeking a way out. His bound arm’s strained against the chains in futile hope that they might break.

He lifted his eyes to stare ahead to the end of the hall where his judgment awaited him. His heart beat evenly within his chest, his breathing was level and nearly silent. Indeed, he was miraculously calm for one in his situation.

A gruff shove in the back caught his attention he halted instantly, ignoring the gun barrel between his shoulder blades. “You will wait until you are called.” He gave no response to the order but turned his head to glare at his addresser.

A snide grin split the mans face before he roughly shoved the prisoner’s head forwards again. “Don’t look me in the eye you filthily kid.” The bound male gritted his teeth and reluctantly lowered his eyes to his own hands.

The group stood silently in the eerie hallway, the sound of distant dripping water was a haunting tempo to the beat of his heart. His blue eyes were fixed on the black steel door before him. A wry smile crept across his lips, fitting that the door to his hell would be black.

His numb fingers twitched when a loud bang preceded a long groaning creak. The door slowly swung inwards momentarily blinding the men. He narrowed his eyes against the bright light then half stumbled as he was jabbed in the back again. His feet seemed to move more willingly now.

Why now he wondered…why now when it was all about to end, why could he now move so swiftly? Had he been only seconds faster they never would have been able to lay a finger on him, never would have caught him.

As it was he was now destined to death for the murder of a cruel and vile man to which the bald’s addressed as master.

He kept his head level, his glinting eyes forwards. His past no longer mattered, nor the future he wouldn’t see, he was simply Dagada…a condemned.

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