The Trial's Unsung Hero
Led by my ex-boyfriend, the police raid the base of the major crime syndicate.
The antagonist takes his own life, and the only person who could prove my identity as a top-secret undercover operative died two weeks ago.
My ex-boyfriend drags me into court. He wants my memories extracted so I can face public judgment and sentencing.
Nevertheless, I have no intention of explaining myself. "I plead guilty. Grant me a swift death."
The masses are outraged, despising me with every fiber of their being.
"Ha! You despicable traitor! You monster! You're a rat who exposes undercover journalists, yet you dare ask for a swift death?
"This is the world of a novel. The maximum penalty for a guilty plea is euthanasia, but if judgment is passed by the court, you will suffer endless torment until your last breath!"
"You don't deserve euthanasia. You belong in hell!"
Rotten eggs and stones pelt me mercilessly. Even with my face now covered in blood, I make no effort to avoid the assaults. I only longed for death.
My ex-boyfriend glares at me coldly.
"You betrayed me. What right do you have to ask for a swift death? Your memories must be extracted and judged in court. Death will come only after your torment!"
They are the ones who demand my memories be extracted and judged, yet after seeing them, why are they also the ones who go mad with regret?