Sitting in his cell remembering the night. br Smiling remembering his victim. br His heart cold and hard. br Wishing he had the same cold knife in his hand. br Two guards interrupted his peace and took him away. br The shackles on his feet and the handcuffs on his wrist made noise while he walked. br The guard took him to a room, where people behind a glass waited for his death. br He smiled a psychotic smile at everyone showing no regret or fear. br He was sat down in a old electric chair. br A guard put a wet cloth over his face to hide his expression when he met his death. br “ any last words? a guard asked. br He looked over by the guard chuckled and said “ not yet” br The switch was then pulled.