[ WP ] A world where sins leave a physical mark on the sinner .

`` Get out.'' 
 
 I looked up from the chicken breast that I was inspecting to see a rather ugly man looking back. A sheen of grime and sweat coated his hairy arms, and the rest of him was covered by an apron and long white pants. He wore a far too small for him arm band that was probably an attempt to cover a theft mark, but I did n't really care. 
 
 `` Excuse me?'' 
 
 `` Get out.'' 
 
 `` I just want to...'' 
 
 `` Now.'' 
 
 *she screamed as she died* 
 
 My hand instinctively went to my neck, the left side, expecting to feel the soft touch of my scarf, but I only felt skin. 
 
 *Shit* 
 
 *her flesh burned from her body, curling like old paper* 
 
 My scarf had sagged down on my body just enough that my mark was visible. It was small, like all sin marks, symmetrically jagged, and contained a tiny circle in the center. It meant one thing. 
 
 Murder. 
 
 *it was all my fault* 
 
 `` Please let me just...'' 
 
 *I did n't want this to happen* 
 
 The man pulled out a gun and aims at my head. I flashed back to a news report of a murder-marked being shot and killed while trying to enter a casino. The following court case had determined that the killer, a middle aged patron of the casino, to be in the right. This decision was supported by the lack of a mark on said patron, so it was decreed that murdering murderers was completely moral. 
 
 I raised my hands above my head, and slowly backed away. The man walked with me, coming closer with every stride. A bead of sweat rolled into my left eye, causing me to wince. 
 
 The man did not like this. 
 
 `` Who are you winking at?'' he shouted, `` Who is with you?'' 
 
 `` Nobody,'' I answered. 
 
 *I swear I did n't trip her* 
 
 Wrong answer. 
 
 `` You liar! You fucking lying bitch!'' 
 
 *I did n't mean to trip her* 
 
 I had two options, I could either stand with my hands above my head and risk being shot, or I could run and risk being shot. 
 
 I chose the latter. 
 
 There was a loud sound and my right shoulder exploded with pain. I stumbled, but did n't fall. I could feel monumental pain pulsing directly from my shoulder to my brain, but nothing below that. My right arm was a heavy deadweight, pulling me to one side as I ran and causing me to barely dodge the next shot. 
 
 The door was ten, maybe eleven paces away. The world was slowing down, and I could feel and see everything around me. I had felt this before, a long time ago. 
 
 *the fire burned my back* 
 
 Another explosion of pain, this one near my spine. All of my muscles disconnected from my consciousness, and I collapsed, a convulsing screaming mess. 
 
 *you have sinned they told me* 
 
 The world around me shuddered to a stop. I could see 
 
 *her* 
 
 *did I sin* 
 
 *she shook her head* 
 
 *they wronged you* 
 
 My convulsions became twitches. 
 
 *not fair* 
 
 *Not Fair* 
 
 *NOT FAIR* 
 
 My twitches ceased. 
 
 *nothing is fair*
