By the first glint of dawn rising over the skyline of District One, the head of the district leader fell heavily to the dirt. Chris was no longer alive, his life severed immediately after his final, bittersweet declaration to his father.
The executioner struck with cold, unyielding precision, harboring a hatred so profound that he felt not even a microscopic trace of remorse following the killing blow.
'I suppose offering hope to a desperate populace is a cardinal sin,' Yogev reflected silently from the perimeter. 'Noted.'
Chris had been a deeply bizarre individual possessing a corrupted, ambitious psyche. He had hunted relentlessly for an opportunity to claim leadership from the muck of chaos; when the populace had surrendered all hope for the future, he had offered them a grand illusion, reveling in the thrill of manipulating them at every turn.
