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Innocent
Prologue
I heard the slam of metal against metal in front of me and knew without looking where I was. A cell. How fitting for an animal. My head hung limp with surrender as I sat against the cold wall. Stuck in this place for a crime I never commited. "So they throw innocent men in the slammer and let murderers run free." I said bitterly. I lifted my head up for a glance at what was to serve as my new home, and saw a bare room. "No guards? Tch." Tipical. Those cocky bastards. I looked around the cell to see a bucket in the corner, and a very small blanket on the floor. Yes, I was but an animal to them. Now I will admit for I am a fair man, that I have done things in this life that no man would ever be proud of, but I swear on all that is still good that I did not kill that woman. I have been framed. Yes indeed I am quite aware that this has been said by countless prisoners who had turned out to acctually be guilty , but this is no excuse. But who will listen to a criminal, an animal? Surely not the executioner, nor the "fair people" nor their ruler. For they wish only to see violence and "justice", caring not weither or not it is the acctual guilty party in this cell. Alas no one will listen to my story. But I am determined to prove my innocence and free my spirit and soul from this captivity, for I DO know who is guilty.....and it is surely not me.
Prologue
I heard the slam of metal against metal in front of me and knew without looking where I was. A cell. How fitting for an animal. My head hung limp with surrender as I sat against the cold wall. Stuck in this place for a crime I never commited. "So they throw innocent men in the slammer and let murderers run free." I said bitterly. I lifted my head up for a glance at what was to serve as my new home, and saw a bare room. "No guards? Tch." Tipical. Those cocky bastards. I looked around the cell to see a bucket in the corner, and a very small blanket on the floor. Yes, I was but an animal to them. Now I will admit for I am a fair man, that I have done things in this life that no man would ever be proud of, but I swear on all that is still good that I did not kill that woman. I have been framed. Yes indeed I am quite aware that this has been said by countless prisoners who had turned out to acctually be guilty , but this is no excuse. But who will listen to a criminal, an animal? Surely not the executioner, nor the "fair people" nor their ruler. For they wish only to see violence and "justice", caring not weither or not it is the acctual guilty party in this cell. Alas no one will listen to my story. But I am determined to prove my innocence and free my spirit and soul from this captivity, for I DO know who is guilty.....and it is surely not me.
