Ray sat down on a cold, metallic chair, strapped to it by a number of restraints, cables and straps. Around him, stood a number of figures, clad in black and blue uniforms, starkly contrasting with the white stone walls behind them. They stood motionless, with calm, uncaring eyes observing the soon to be corpses, watching for any sudden movements or break attempts.
Much to their surprise, Ray made none, simply staring back-up in them with an equally detached look in his eyes. A condescending smirk ran across one of the executioners' lips as they reached to their side, drawing a syringe filled with a mixture of deadly toxins and chemicals. They pressed it down into the boys' arm, puncturing the skin and drawing droplets of blood, all of which ran down the side of Ray's arm in a mess of intersecting crimson colored lines. The man's fingered nestled up against the plunger, ready to drive the fluids' into Rays' veins, but, for reasons unknown, he hesitated.
Something was wrong with this situation; it was too calm, too quiet, too...easy. But they were certain it was Ray! All the evidence, or at least all that was needed to convict him, was right there! He hadn't planted theories in an attempt to hide himself! He was connected with all the victims! He even had his phone off the night one of them had tried to contact him! But why hadn't he resisted? No killer would go down as easily as he did. No, something was going on. As the man's mind raced, Ray looked up intently at him, watching beads of sweat accumulate on his face, grinning to himself in smug satisfaction.
"You know just as well as I that you've chosen the wrong man." Ray muttered, much to surprise of the group surrounding him.
There were a few nods, a few whispers, but none of them truly spoke. They communicated with simple hand gestures; Ray had no idea what they meant, but it wasn't going to end well. One of the group, a woman, made a quick motion to the one with the needle, signaling him to plunge the poison into man's veins. Once more, he hesitated, but was able to summon up the courage necessary to kill the convicted boy.
As the toxins flowed through his blood, and his heart rate lowered, Ray smiled wickedly to himself, and muttered one word before passing away.
"element..."