THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! My heartbeat had instantly become louder than a thousand beating drums. The clock was ticking faster than ever. TICK, TOCK. TICK, TOCK. TICK, TOCK. Slippery sweat trickled down my muscular nape. The combinations of noises grew louder and louder until they became an incessant ringing in my ears...
"Order, order, order, silence in the court!" the judge bellowed furiously.
"In favour of Neill Hastings, the court has been adjourned until further notice. Case dismissed," He exclaimed tiredly.
I had been relieved but according to my plan, the action had just started! A suited chauffer arrived to pick me up- he arrived inaudibly in a Porsche: A Satin red Porsche Carrera with a retracting hood. The 6.75 litre V8 engine helped us quietly and smoothly glide past all the traffic as if the roads had been built exclusively for our use only.
17:38. The timing was impeccable. The location (Kensington Palace Gardens) was precise. Zara would be walking around with her wolfhound any moment right now. I had adorned myself with Khaki trousers and enormous combat boots. The leaves and twigs cracked and crunched under my bulky boots as I advanced further into the garden. An UZI 19mm Sub-machine gun dangled effortlessly from my vigorous shoulder. It was concealed by my baggy Versace Bomber jacket. A vicious machete rested within its flashy metallic sheath ready to pound and strike at its prey. It lay restlessly besides my right leg. These bloodthirsty weapons were going to result in Zara's death: the spiteful woman who had falsely accused me of rape and anybody else appearing in her way.
Zara had finally arrived along with her ferocious, wild and menacing wolfhound. My target was within range. My getaway car was in rage. I could easily visualise myself escaping in the Porsche. How hard could it be? I closed in on her secretly, making sure to stay incognito. My eyes, enveloped in hatred, scowled at her. Silently, I started to creep upon her ensuring not to arouse suspicion. I could smell the fragrance of victory. Six tormenting years had led to this! I could hear the horrifying screams circulating within my head. I was still convinced that any moment now I would wake up sweating within my bed and that it would all be over. Perhaps I had gulped down too many painkillers. Surely this whole thing was just some type of ghastly dream. But it wasn't...
