[ WP ] Every human on their 18th birthday get a card that predicts their future . It always come with a date and is 100 % accurate . Your card says `` 1 week . Death ''

Rory flipped the card over and over again, each time hoping, wishing, begging for the words to change. With a frustrated sigh he flung the card across the room. Tears welled up in his eyes as he ran his shaking fingers through his knotted hair. 
 
 `` Are... are you sure?'' He asked, voice cracking. `` Ca n't there be some sort of mistake?'' 
 
 `` I'm afraid not. You know as well as I do that these cards are always right. I wish I could tell you otherwise.'' Replied the man sitting across from Rory. Short as it was, his black hair looked as tangled as the young man's. Dark circles sagged under his green eyes, and the wrinkles in his suit indicated he had n't changed out of it anytime recently. 
 
 Rory collapsed his head onto the table, clasping it with his hands. Tears rolled freely now despite his best efforts. Several awkward moments passed as the man in black waited. Finally Rory lifted his head, sniffling several times. 
 
 `` What now?'' 
 
 Shifting uncomfortable in his seat the man responded quietly. `` We're dropping our support, Rory. I'm sorry, we have no choice.'' He looked away, a few tears coming to his own eyes. 
 
 Jaw dropping open, Rory stared at the man with widened eyes. `` N-No... You ca n't! You know I did n't do it! You know I'm innocent! You ca n't! Please, no! Please...'' The young blonde collapsed his head again, this time sobbing uncontrollably. 
 
 `` I'm sorry Rory. We thought we could over turn the conviction... but your card...'' The young lawyer stood from his seat, head hanging low. He motioned for the guard, who helped Rory to his feet. `` I'm sorry Rory. I've arranged for your family to visit you soon. Our office will continue to do everything we can for you until...'' He let the sentence drop as Rory turned away and slowly walked back towards the cell block, ignoring the rest of the man's words. 
 
 With a saddened sigh the lawyer turned, walking away from death row.
