October 9, 200718 yr Warning: Not for the Light-Hearted! The roomÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s once white walls were now splashed with dark red blood-stains. There hadnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t been fresh blood for months- ever since lethal Injections came into use. The room had never been cleaned- it never had to be. Nobody stayed there very long and half the people who entered ended up dead. Today was special. Three people stood in the death room- the criminal, the executioner and the victim. Everyone saw him carried into the death room. Everyone heard the screams. Only one person saw the executioner walk out of the room, his needle still filled with poison. The executioner turned his head and looked straight at the bystander. Their eyes met. The executionerÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s eyes were wild with unprecedented fury. Madrid Butler had not been killed. He walked out of the room after the area was sealed by police, and arrived at the dark alleyway half an hour late. There was something unwelcoming about the dark alleyway, the way it stretched into total darkness, and the dark red graffiti which lined its walls. MadridÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s saviour sat down on an old crate, watching Madrid. The saviourÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s blue eyes and pale weathered skin looked just like they did in the execution room, yet there was something in his expression which mad him look much more sinister. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅWho are you?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ
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