A clap of thunder rang threw the sky as I got out of the armored van with the aid of a guard. The preacher that had ridden with me also stepped out.
I had drowned him out earlier while he talked about how I would walk with god and the saver and how they would welcome me with open arms if they found me worthy of entering their kingdom.

When we arrived I had expected there to be and open grave where they would stick me in front of and just hoped when I died I would just fall face first into it. Then all they would have to do is bury me.
Instead there stood a concrete wall with an orange x spray painted onto it. In Front of that stood four men, each with a gun. None wore a smile, I guess they didn't like the idea of killing someone, most people don't.

The guard that helped me out of the car placed me in front of the orange X with my back to it and my face to the four men.
Execution like this hasn't been done since the last world war. I wonder what made my case so special to bring it out of retirement.
The preacher who road with me stepped forward and in a kind voice asked "Before we proceed do you have any last words that you would like to be recorded and given to someone later on?"

Unlike most executions they didn't allow any witnesses to come to mine, not even the victims families was allowed to watch. The only people who where present today where a guard or two, the marks men, the preacher, and a mortician.
I concentrated and thought over the words carefully in my head. "I know what happened was tragic to the families and I am deeply saddened for them all. But like in my trial I still hold strongly to my innocence and I believe still you have accused the wrong person in this crime. Sadly though the jury of my so called peers have been blinded by the lies given as evidence and have found me guilty. Though, if I am found guilty by a higher authority then the one here in this life then I only have on thing to say. And that is that I am sorry."

The preacher nodded and smiled "May god bless you on your journey from this world to the next and I pray you find comfort in the next world." The preacher then turned toward the van that brought him here.
"Markers, take your positions." the guard said. He then pulled a cloth sack out of his pocket and pulled it down over my head. But before he did I saw the four men as they lifted there guns and aimed them right at me.
The guns they held where given to them at random when they arrived here. Three where loaded with blank rounds and one was loaded with a the bullet that would end my life. None of them knew which one they had.
"Ready!" I heard the guard call out.
"Aim" he said seconds later
"Fire"
I heard another clap of thunder.