BOOM!
The clamor of the explosion was ear-piercing. It had been louder than a volcano erupting violently. My bright yellow Porsche 911 GT had just insanely spun into a large group of trees. I had managed to leap out of the 180 mph car. I was gliding effortlessly through the air when I landed with a deafening THUMP! However, I was lucky and fortunate to be alive. My 1.1-million-pound car had just exploded into a ball of red, hot fuming flames. The scorching flames intensified until they stood as tall as towers. I was coughing profusely due to the poisonous and dangerous odor of the smoke which had silently crept within my lungs. The unstoppable roaring of sirens grew louder and louder. I jolted up and had only one thought on my mind.
Run!
But hang on, where was Rick?
I felt a cold and chilly piece of metal travelling along my chiseled jawbone. There was a deafening silence. In trepidation, I swerved my bloody head. And there he was, leaning over me like a tower...
***
Earlier that day...
I clenched my sturdy tanned fists. I waved my jet black fringe gently towards the side. My ocean blue eyes stared on in patience. I had adorned myself with a black tuxedo, my figure was such that any woman would have easily fallen in love with me. But in the people's vision, I was a harsh, brutal and ruthless criminal. I stood daringly, encompassed within four fences created by the finest Sycamore in town. This podium had been raised by two intimidating steps. However, for me this had become a routine. I calmly stood here before on my occasions within the previous six tormenting years of my life. Today could certainly be my decision day.
In front of me was the decision maker: the judge. He was a Forty-Five-year-old man with white grizzled hair, sunken eyes and a moustache twitching ever so slowly. His eyes were enveloped in perpetual tiredness. A hint of boredom was evident on his wrinkly face through which, it was evident that he wanted to quickly end my case which had been the cause of his extreme tiredness. My gaze fell upon the 'charming' and 'dazzling' brunette, or more like spiteful bitch, who had falsely accused me of rape. She was sitting peacefully alongside her three bodyguards within the audience: Luke, Daniel and Martin. Little did the judge know regarding their little criminal organisation, where innocent men were lured unknowingly into utter darkness. As I furiously examined them, my face transformed from pale to bloodshot red. My veins protruded on my forehead. However, the anger and endless lies were going to end today. Once and for all! I would have to end them at all measures even if it cost me my healthy and wealthy life!
Decision time had arrived. It had a caused a commotion within the tiresome audience. Their chattering grew louder and louder; I felt the first stirrings of restlessness and nervousness. A note of fear had secretly crept within my voice. My heart began pounding, thumping and throbbing fearfully.
