[ WP ] You are the executioner trapped in the room with the prisoner that just broke free and killed the guard .

He was a scrawny fellow, his lose curls fell around his face, wild and unkept. His eyes were sunken into the sockets, making his already large nose appear even bigger. And the wildness in those eyes, I could tell a deep insanity glowed there as I read aloud his charges. 
 
 `` You stand convicted of; one count petty theft, two counts murder in the second degree, one count desecration of a corpse. Your sentence has been passed and you have been found guilty on all charges. The penalty is death. May god have mercy on your soul.'' 
 
 We should have taken more precautions, a caged animal is often at it's most dangerous and yet when I asked for more guards command merely laughed in my face. The only reason the boy with the rifle was even allowed to be my protector is he was too young to be conscripted yet. And he was clearly too young to be placed in this job. His sightless blue eyes starred up at the roof as his blood pooled around his head. 
 
 Poor Bayer, I thought to myself. He could have been my successor one day, he had the stomach for it, a good boy who knew what needed to be done. 
 
 The prisoner had lunged at him, biting and clawing until there was an opening. I had lunged and tried to pull him off the boy, but in a crazed fit of strength he threw me back. And smashed the teens head into the wall behind him, catching the base of his skull on a coat hanger. I watched as this monster stole his final breath. 
 
 Now he comes for me, I hold the most dangerous tool I could find, a ball-peen hammer. He, grasping the guards bayonet and muttering softly to himself. He screamed and lunged at me, I dodged back. Barely avoiding the tip of the deadly instrument and smashing my back into the restraining table behind me. The pain got me off guard and I keeled, raising my arms up to protect myself as he came again. A scream rang out in the chamber, the noise surprised me but I was even more surprised to realize it had come from my own mouth. The knife had sunk deeply into my arm and deep crimson blood quickly soaked my dark uniform. I rose slowly pulling myself up with the table and swung the hammer at his head in a desperate attempt to quickly end this. He pushed in too close and my arm caught him in the head while the hammer was wrenched from my grip and sent flying. He smiled as his tool entered my chest, the pain so unbearable I became numb and slid to the floor. He left it in me and crossed back to the guard, picking up his rifle and key ring. I felt blood leaking from my mouth now as well, he must have punctured a lung and I coughed desperately trying to take a full breath. He turned to me one last time. 
 
 `` Your people will pay for what they have done, I will teach them the meaning of pain in this life. and God, in the next.'' 
 
 I smiled weakly up at him. `` You are a disgusting animal and will never leave this building alive. Heil Hitler.'' 
 
 The Jew raised the rifle and the shot rang out, filling the small room.
