[ WP ] It is common knowledge that killing someone adds their remaining lifespan to your own .

`` I did n't do it! I do n't NEED the years!'' 
 I cried to the judge and jury, the people convinced that I would kill for sport and profit, same as anyone else on this damned planet. 
 
 `` Son, everyone needs years.'' The judge said in a dead tired voice, a voice that recalled thousands of trials for the same crime. `` It's that or die.'' 
 
 He did n't bother to mention that he was the exception to the rule, an Honorable. That's how he made it to the top, able to judge everyone else. His hands and mind were clean of the blood coating humanity. 
 
 I always wanted to be like him, at the top of the food chain, content with my limited years. 
 
 That was over now. They'd never let me go. 
 
 I wondered who would get my years
