"I haven't smoked in 2 years. But here I am now. Standing the the court room. Accusations flew side to side. Finger were pointed, insults were shouted, fact became fiction. Finally as night drew close, the disorganised din began to change. The suspicious glances fell on me. I cried out in purpose. In this city of crime I was one of the only honest men. Gimmiepie was the only one who stood beside me. He kill a green, his opinions held weight. Not enough apparently. El had made his claim, he had cause the legal demise of innocent men before me. It was my time. I said my goodbyes before I came to this goddamn town. And it had broke me. I hadn't smoked in 2 years.
"Klippy, give me a light"
And so he obliged, with his new golden lighter. Finally the results were tallied and sun had set. arachnidsGrip avoided my glance. His eyes were red with tears. I knew him, I knew his family.
"Zehn, the people have spoken" he said. I walked up to the raised platform were arachnidsGrip stood, dropping my cig as I went. All eyes were on my. Gimmepie looked sad, but in the end he couldn't save me. No one could be saved now. El had a grim satisfaction on his face. He knew I was innocent. I could tell. His smirk told me everything. I was usher into a back room. The gun was pressed against my forehead. At least it would be quick. Others had been know to be hung. The gun went off. The sun had set. Night had fallen."