The Execution
Madison Rutherford stretched in the comfort of his bed. Today, he would become the prosecutor with the most death row convictions and executions.
Before his eyes could adjust to the darkness, the lights suddenly went on.
Startled by his unfamiliar surroundings, he jumped out of the unfamiliar cot. “Hey, what is going on?”
A sheriff, three officers, and Priest stood outside the jail cell.
“Sheriff Jones, what am I doing here?”
“Herman Rapier,” the heavy set gentleman replied with a southern drawl. “The Governor of this good state of Alabama assigned me the responsibility of overseeing your execution.”
Madison ran to the iron bars. “Don’t you recognize me?”
“Rapier you will pay for the deaths of those innocent girls you murdered.”
Madison stuttered, “You have the wrong guy?”
“They all say that.”
The officers unlocked the cell to grab him.
“Wait, I didn’t do it.”
“They say that…
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