Correct~! Shizeng is the Murderer!
After having been dragged off into the darkness for what seemed like an eternity, the pulling sensation suddely stopped. Shizeng stumbled around, reaching out for something, anything, to hold onto, but his efforts were in vain. Just as he was about to give up on finding anything, a small light appeared ahead of him.
A small glimmer of hope filled his heart, perhaps it was all a trick. Execution? No one would be that heartless. After all, it was just an accident. He didnât mean to kill Etsuko. Well, he did, but it wasnât like he planned it, he wasnât a.. He wasnât a murderer.
He headed towards the light, towards his salvation. He could feel it, he was free!
That was until he walked head first into solid glass. Raising his hands, the glass was for as far as he could feel. He took a few steps to either side, feeling as he did so, but he couldnât feel any end to the glass. He was trapped. The last flicker of hope in his heart faded. Seeing as he had nothing better he could do, he took a closer look at the light he had seen.
It was actually two spotlights, so close together he had mistaken them for a singular light. Looking down at the floor, he had to squint at what the spotlights were directed at. It took him a few moments, but once he realised what it was, he was horrified.
There, sat happily underneath the spotlights, were two of Shizengâs favourite beetles, Henry and Gerome. The poor things, they were helpless. They needed him, and he just couldnât reach them, whatever he did. He pounded against the glass, screaming incoherantly, tears running down his face.
Before Shizeng even had a chance to react further, the sound of machinery started over his head, and two large anvils dropped from the darkness above, falling straight down, right on top of the two insects, squashing them flat.
He backed away from the glass, unable to cope with what he had just seen. They were his best friends in the entire world, and they were gone, just like that. Shizeng dropped to his knees, tears pouring down his face. He felt like his entire world had been shattered, that despair had truly filled his heart.
After about a minute or so, a spotlight appeared over him. Shizeng waited; waiting for another anvil to drop on him, just as it had done to his friends. He waited and waited, but nothing happened. Why were they dragging this out? Why would they not just drop it already? Why were they torturing him like this?
Shizeng began to feel.. Hotter? Perhaps it was just the spotlight getting too hot? Or that the tears that he had cried making him feel too hot? He couldnât explain it.
As the seconds passed, Shizeng only got more and more hot. So hot that it began to hurt. This couldnât be right. He looked up, a hand over his eyes, squinting up at the spotlight. It was only when it was too late that Shizeng realised that it wasnât a spotlight at all that he was looking at, but a magnifying glass. A giant magnifying glass.
As he realised this, the heat had become all too much. His clothes burst into flame, his hair burst into flame, all he could see was flames. They lapped at his flesh, every inch of him was in utter agony, but he couldnât even find the motivation to try and move away, to try and put out the flames.
What was the point?
Heâd lost everything he had ever cared about. All that was left for him now, in the last moments of his short life was pain. Pain and despair.
