Location: Knoxville Prison, Tennessee:

He couldn’t take it anymore. The ever present flashes of memories he only longed to forget. But knew he couldn’t. They were forever burned into his mind.

The nightmares was getting worse for each day that passed. Nightmares about their faces... their afraid and helpless faces pleading him to release them. He remembered their eyes...how they had darkened with fear. The worst had been the look they had given him when they realised he wasen't going to help them in spite of their pleading and begging. When they'd realised they were going to die.

He would never forget the look she had given him. Never forget how the life had slowly faded from her eyes. That had been the first and last time he'd looked a girl in the eye while he killed. He coulden't stand that look.

Now, every time he closed his eyes, those brown eyes looked accusatory at him as she was asking why he'd ended her life.

And he coulden't give any answer. The fate of their lives was out of his hands. He was merely the tool to bring honor to the rightious. Everything was predetermined. Everything would happen as it was supposed to do in due time.

But this was never going to be okay. The nightmares was his fault. His deeds had marked him, changed him. And it wasen't for the better as he had promised.

He knew what to do to make this stop.

Slowly, Ned picked himself up from his bed and made his way towards the cell door. "Officer" he cried out in a hoarse voice. "I'll like to make an confession." His words hung in the air for a couple of minutes before the sound of rattling keys reached his ears.

Iacta alea est

It had begun.