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Chapter One

7.

 

            It was in the relative silence that I realised for the first time that I may be better off dead.  Like he is.  For if I’d died and he’d survived, I would be free and he would be in trouble.  But as it is, I’m stood in the middle of the Central Academy, hundreds of miles away from home, pointing a gun at my now deceased friend.

            There’s no sign of life.

            The next spasm he makes will be rigor mortis.

            The next movement I make is when the policeman gently removes the gun from my hand and leads me out. 

            He doesn’t say anything, no formal arrest, he’s just guiding me out.

            Until now this had consumed my life.  Now it is over and there are consequences that I had to face up to.  Even if I knew that I hadn’t done a thing wrong.