"Ow" such a great thing to say when one is hurt, but not so great when one had just been thrown into a cell. 
	I pick myself up gingerly, my muscles groaning from my earlier escape attempt. I look around at the now-familiar walls of concrete that where my home, and sigh loudly. This had not been how I had seen my life ending, devoid of light and contact with others. With another sigh I sit down on the half-rotted cot that is my bed, before lying down and closing my eyes. Hoping, not for the first time, that this was all a dream.

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	"What are you doing Fenrir!?"
	Their shock is so evident in their voice that I almost do stop... almost. With a final smile I press the button... and the whole world explodes.
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	I fling myself up from the bed, my breath coming in pants and my sweat soaking my ragged shirt. My eyes glance everywhere and nowhere as I gradually calm myself. I look up at the cold gray ceiling with a sigh.
	"Been a long time, since I had that dream" I say to the air. I turn around on the bed so I can sit with my hind-paws on the ground. It had been so long since I remembered why I was in here... so long. How long I wonder, how long had I been trapped here for what I had done. I shake my head to clear the thoughts as I stand up to relieve myself in the barely functioning toilet. I only just get done before my cell door swings open, the solid steel door creaking with years of rust.
	"Come with me" is all they say. I of course resist, and I of course fail. Years of malnutrition and no real activity make it an exercise in futility. I stare at the cold walls with such dim lighting as they pull me from the room. I smile to myself before quipping "“You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.” the guard dragging me gives me a solid hit to the head for speaking, but my smile doesn't die. The irony of saying that not lost on me. For I had committed sin, whereas the great Gandhi had not. 
	They throw me into a familiar, badly lit, room, before slamming me into another familiar chair. I watch as they place the restraints on, I smile and say to the man who I had grown to both hate and... Well, hate. "What shall it be today mister. Are we going to use the electricity? Maybe use those razors you love so much? Wait, I know! Maybe you'll just kill me and save yourself some trouble" The biting tone in my voice is tempered sharply by my pitiful state, too sharply for my tastes.
	He walks closer to me before dismissing the guards that had brought me in here. As he turns to me I am struck, yet again, by how ugly this man was. I of course have to state "So, will you ever tell me when you tried to eat that land mine?" a nice slap to my muzzle later and he is smiling.
	"You always have such a smart mouth, now how about using it to tell us what we want."
	I only grin and spit a nice bit of blood into his face. He used to get so riled by that, but now he just smiles at me as he wipes his face off. I watch as he reaches over to the operating tray and pulls out a single scalpel, and now all my witty comeback are gone. I know what I am about to experience, and as he starts to slice into me.... I scream.

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	Defendant is one Fenrir Varink, accused of 107 counts of murder in the first degree, 6 counts possession of illegal firearms, 7 counts possession of illegal explosives. 
	I smile to myself as the man reads off my list of counts. I had no remorse for what I did; I had no care that lives had been lost. My message had been read loud and clear to the world. I look up at the faces of the jury, their eyes glued to him in fascination, repulsion, and fear. I had done so much and to those eyes glued on me... I smiled. 
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	I snap back to consciousness, not even sure when I had lost it. I had already been in here for a few hours. My only companions where the man and his blades, cutting into my flesh before spraying the stinging shit on me that closed the wounds. I scream out again as I slices down my arm with those blades. Blood matting my fur as I desperately and futilely thrash against the restraints. I slam myself back against the chair and am quickly consumed by dark.

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	Guilty, guilty, guilty. I wonder why they won't just say that I am guilty for everything instead of reading off every one of my charges. I was getting quickly bored with this and really did not feel like being stuck inside of here much longer. I inwardly regret my earlier outburst now, since they had strapped my muzzle shut because of them. I glare at the judge steadily instead, getting some satisfaction from making him squirm a little. 
	I just let the talking become a drone as I glare at the judge, waiting for them to stop talking, and lo and behold they finally do. Guilty on all charges and the judge begins to speak. "This court finds the defendant, Fenrir Varink, guilty on all charges. Does the defendant have any last statements to make before they are sentenced? 
	The guard next to me removes the straps from my muzzle and I know exactly what to say. "Yes I do, I hope to see every last one of you in Hell with me" the guard quickly places the straps back on as I glare at him. They take me out of there as I struggle against them. It is only after that I will learn... I had been sentenced to death, and only after that I would learn... I would wish for it.
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	I awoke to find myself in my cell, my body lying on the floor awkwardly. I rise slowly and can feel the pain left over from the torture. I pull myself onto the cot and curl up, wishing for the death I had been promised. I let out a single shaky breath, but no tear. No, no more tears. I had done what I did because people needed to know... they need to know how the government had killed so many innocent people, and now, they wanted to know where the rest of the resistance was. I close my eyes and drift off to yet another troubled sleep, and into yet another day in Hell.