Prologue

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I saw them from the corner of my eye. Everyone in front knew what was happening. There was no way of getting out of this one. They all scuttled into their offices like small bugs scurrying back into the darkness, making way for the big insect, no loyalty stood between me and the endless wave of washed out people, like robots, they go to were the power is. I turned a corner of another corridor to see even more people hurry out my way, was this the end had they finally got me?. They were edging closer now and one spoke "We are requested to escort you to Mr Caneris' office".
He wore a dark suit and glasses and was trying to look imposing and professional. What an idiot! I still walked ignoring them, they were worth nothing like the other wave of people. The other was shouting now "Stand down Mr Capric".
This man looked more weary and was following in the other mans shadow, he was not imposing, he wore an unhealthy pale colour on his boney face

Then an electrifying sound rang out. I could feel claws of fire rap round my belt and squeeze me tight until I fell to the floor. I felt numb, I felt cold, I felt helpless, I felt...

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I woke up and looked around me. Black walls, Black floor, Black.I smiled to myself.

"You find this amusing, Mr Capric?"

"Was the LEC gun really necessary?"

"Of course not, but I really really tried to make this whole process as comfortable as possible, you know my motto".

"Dont resist", I said to myself

"Yes Charles, thats it".

An empty silence twisted across us. Who would speak next?

"I'm sorry Charles but this is the end for you, I really am so sorry"

"The world is changing, don't think for one second you can keep us locked up in your bird house, birds fly, and you can't follow them"

"You always were pathetic with you mystery talk"

It all happened so quickly. There was a gun, and there was his hand. I heard the click of a trigger. The noise. I slowly fell into my seat. He sat there laughing, as my vision faded. Faded into nothing.

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