This is an alternate ending to the critically acclaimed story.
...As for Hubert, he can finally breathe as the voices in his head stop screaming. He can finally breathe like a human for once. He looks up at the big beautiful sky just to be interrupted be extremely loud sirens. He's immediately surrounded by M1 Abrams Tanks on the ground, Raptor F22s in the sky, and about one million Military troops from all branches. Soldiers from not only the Army, but the coast guard, navy, marines, Air Force, and the CORPS. Hubert directs his gaze from the sky to in front of him to see all million soldiers charging at him. Before the voices invade his head again causing him to do something rambunctious, Hubert is knocked unconscious along with multiple bruises and breaks.
Time passes.
ONE WEEK LATER
Hubert finally gains consciousness. He suffered a servere concussion along with blunt force trauma. Hubert is sitting in what seems to be a hard corridor or box location. He's tied to a chair with industrial rope and electrical tape and his hands were not accessible. He's confused until he looks ahead of him, viewing a piece of paper with writing on it.
"Dear Hubert
The country of the United States of America has voted and collectively agreed to seal you inside a hollow concrete cube with no exit. Your presence, conscious or not, is an international threat to the world as we know it. We've provided a box of rusty nails for food supply, a ziplock bag of spare oxygen, and colored sticks for entertainment.
Signed- US President Anthony Stark"
Hubert is absolutely discombobulated. Flabbergasted. Bewildered, if you will. He will spend the rest of his life inside this concrete cage. He's violently shaking out of fear and is having an anxiety attack. Little does Hubert know, there's exactly a 0.9 millimeter 360 camera with live feed under broadcast worldwide. Hundreds of millions of human beings tune into Huberts suffering. Hubert is actually located on a secluded hill in Montgomery, Virginia. Spectators in person watch from a distance as the sun sets on this concrete box with the words "HUBERT CUBE" etched on the side. The 0.9 millimeter hole in the cube also acts as an oxygen supply, which is going into good use since Hubert is hyperventilating at break-neck speeds. Soon his oxygen is cutting loose, which is actually fine because of the one ventilation shaft. But Hubert starts to suffocate in his chair. His mind is racing. He's rocking his chair side to side, screaming "LET ME OUT!! LEMMIE OUTTA HERE PLEASE!!!!" But his pleading is useless. He will have to lay in that menacing concrete box until the day he finally stops heaving. The day he finally stops his rampage. The day he takes.
His last breath.
