6.Give Us The Rope
A small contingent of policemen nervously escorted Light to the
door of the courtroom and out into the mob.
Give us the doctor!
Give us the rope!
Light was shuffled through the crowd and into an awaiting car.
Give us his hands!
Give us his feet!
Give us the doctor!
Give us the rope!
The car maneuvered slowly through the sea of people.
Give us a grave!
Give us a shovel!
Give us a marker!
Give us the doctor!
Give us the rope!
Light and his police escort slowly moved south through the
streets of the city. The commotion of the crowd finally faded in
the distance. With every man, woman and child at the courthouse,
the streets they traveled were empty and deserted. Knowing that
the crowd would surely be following, they accelerated rapidly
towards the old train station. Light's only chance was to get
out of town.
The station was oddly quiet. Vacant. In the distance, however,
he could hear the crowd advancing. Following. A crushing fear
overcame his crippling apathy. He quickly stepped from the
platform to the waiting train. It was completely empty. The
doors shut and the engine hissed and pulled away from the
station. Light looked across the skyline to the tower he'd
helped create. His gaze climbed to the top and stopped at the
giant screen. Albert's face was screaming at the crowd. Whipping
them into a frenzy. This was his city now.
Light was gone.
His name destroyed.
His work stolen.
His love murdered.
But the city...
The city was alive.
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