Literature
K:KoLM, Rude Awakenings, Chapter Five
I don’t remember much after I let the voice take control. Vague shaking, chasing the kid from my class. I couldn’t keep track of all the thoughts in my head. My heartbeat echoed in my body. My shoulders hurt from being stretched too far, so I tried to lower my arms. Chains clinked together, and I forced my eyes open. It was dark, suffocatingly so. A door opened, pouring in light like salt in an open wound. The room got colder, my joints ached, and a shallow, choked voice came through,
“Saxon Ventris, you are hereby charged with destruction of property, murder, attempted murder, and you are sentenced to trial by court to del