Ch.1
He played it every day in front of the city. One note on the piano, over and over again. He had long blond hair and a scratchy beard. They barely fed him, it was just enough to keep him alive. We could tell from his ribs poking out of his skin. They never gave him clothes either. It was so we could see his ribs and it was also punishment. On his back, arms, and legs were long wires. If he ever stopped playing, he would be electrocuted. So he continued to play that one note, day after day. In front of the city.
He was an example of what the government does to law breakers. They won't kill you, they'll make you wish you were dead. Everyone in the city had to watch him at some point every day. Just as a reminder.
I was watching him on my way to work. Listening to that one dull note over and over again. But he did something odd. He stopped. And of course he was electrocuted. But he didn't start playing again. Instead, he grabbed the wires and pulled them out of his skin. Everyone
gasped as he stood up shaking. He looked up at us, his blue eyes now soulless. He was only eighteen when he was given this punishment. It was for playing a song that went against the government. He only played the music. The singers were killed in the chair. They needed one as an example. So the musician was given a fate worse than death, even though he did the least.
"Please," he said weakly, "listen to me. This country, this world is corrupt. You are all following the devil, not in respect, but fear."
He fell to his knees.
"You must fix this... for... everyone. Fix... this.... Hell...."
The man collapsed. His arms hung off the stage.
Then all hell broke loose.
