Ripped To Shreds

There was a young boy once, sentenced from his very faction. His family, his home and now his death. Waiting his trail he sat inside of the bared room cursing lightly as people sneered as they walked past. walking up onto the stage he shook lightly tears blurring his vision. Shuffling his feet as a rope was placed around his neck, the adrenaline ran through him like tiny knives poking at his body. Gulping what seemed his last of air the trapdoor opened below him. Or at least that's what he had thought... Two hazel eyes snapped open trying to make out the unfamiliar room he was now sitting in...