Ozymandias

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The sky was never this dark, even though it's the morning. Even the crows had stopped screeching, for they had sensed the sorrow. The trees stood there, black and cold.
On the execution stage, Nameless kneeled down, a gun pointing at the back of his head.
Below the stage the people stared in horror, yet excitement, because their town would soon return to normal.
But there was one person, running through the crowd.
"The prisoner will be executed in 10..."
"No!" The person yelled miserably. It was Irwin.
"9..."
"Stop! Please! I'm-I'm begging you, stop!" Irwin screamed in despair as he burst into tears.
"8...7..."
"No!! You are all animals! You all are!" His scream was so loud and horrifying that the people covered their ears. He screamed again, crying. "He did nothing wrong! N-No!"
"6...5..."
He stood up and dashed to the stage. Run! Run!
But it was no use. He was pulled back by someone. Tears had soaked his whole body, his eyes red, blinded by the misty tears.
"N-N-" He wanted to scream again, but was too broken to make a sound. He coughed, his face twisted with sadness. One could hear his crying miles away. He couldn't hear the counting anymore. He couldn' hear anything. He closed his mouth, watching hopelessly and desperately. But no one could help him. Through the mist barricade formed by his tears, he could still see Nameless's green, sharp eyes. Those were weak and powerless, but warm, really warm, like the golden sunshine in spring.
Someone covered his eyes and turned his head away, as a gunshot echoed behind him.

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