|Current Residence: a surrounded spire|
Let Him DangleLet Him Dangle by SRSmith
It's a strange thing, knowing exactly when you're going to die. Luther had become accustomed to the idea; the arrest, the charge of treason. He knew it was a death sentence the moment they'd kicked down his door. He was surprised only at how easily he faced the imminence of his demise.
At least he'd made a difference, challenged the status quo and been heard. That they were killing him just crossed the 't' of his righteousness.
A squat camera droid regarded him dully from outside his cell, the red 'recording' light glowing softly on its head.
The droid perked up suddenly, hoisting another camera off its body to cover the approach of three people from down the cell block.
Luther closed his eyes and let the rumble of booted feet reach him through the floor, felt rather than heard the figures stop outside his cell and only moved when the flood of fresh air signaled the opening of the cell door.
"Luther King, prisoner nine two zero seven seven six, charged with the spreading of propaganda