Frank Jason LeBron slowly but deliberately wrapped his finger around the trigger. He could hear the echo of police sirens as they got closer and couldn't help but feel nauseous at the intense smell of asbestos that echoed inside the factory. The sun shone on him through the slightly ajar windows and slowly drops of sweat dripped from his magnificent black hair onto his angry face, which bore many scars. He was a tiny man with a scarred face and a crooked nose, but he had an aura of invincibility and strength. Looking through his cold gray eyes, he could vaguely make out the look of terror on Dudley Dexter's face, as he lay slumped exhausted in a corner of the warehouse in his bloodstained tuxedo. “Bid D,” as he was affectionately called, held his left arm, which had probably been broken; during the beatings he had endured earlier. Frank had always wondered what he would do when he got into this situation. Would he be able to pull that trigger? Would he be able to end his life? The colossal question that still remained unanswered: did he deserve it? LeBron thought back to all the times he spent in this place of horror and torture called Dunford Correctional Facility. If only the world knew what heinous crimes were committed within these walls? Many detainees posed a high security threat. They were all there for crimes they never committed. Many detainees were accused of murder, the main cause being lack of accountability and corruption. It became common knowledge that the justice system was of poor quality. Frank LeBron believed that prisoners were tools of political propaganda. People were sentenced to prison...... middle of paper ...... infantry units outside. They were preparing to intervene and use brute force if necessary. Frank picked up the gun and pointed it deliberately. His finger started to push, BANG! He was dead and the task was complete! Blood began to gush from the wound that tore through the mighty "Big D's" torso. Frank Jason LeBron collapsed to his knees. Surprisingly, he didn't feel happy or relieved, on the contrary, he felt disgusted with himself. Meanwhile, outside, infantry burst in after hearing gunshots and began firing rounds of bullets at the man kneeling in the room. Bullets began to pierce his body as each one began to shred chunks of his flesh like paper going through a shredder. The warehouse became a bloodbath and a horrible end for everyone and a huge setback on the bloody pages of history.!