People Kill People

'Free and democratic, that's what the founding fathers had wanted. But here I am, sitting in a dank cell, detained, awaiting a punishment worse than death. I was about to die for a country that held people without reason, killed pedestrians, and ruined the lives of many. This country was no longer mine. They think I'm going to die, briskly, and quickly, but the torture of awaiting this fate is worse than the actual punishment.'

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"GIVE US THE CURE, GIVE US THE CURE!" Protesters shouted. Brooke took Winston's hand and led him out of the protest.

"Why are they screaming that?" She yelled, loud enough for only Winston to hear over the loud, deafening roar.

"You don't watch the news much, do you?" He responded, his eyes went wide as gunshots arose from the pit of anger. They turned their backs and ran as far away as they could get.

Across the globe, South Africans yelled, "GIVE US THE SURGERY! GIVE US THE SURGERY!"

In England, the Queen's palace was under siege, the sick moaned " GIVE US THE DRUG! GIVE US THE DRUG!"

Winston leaned over to whisper in Brooke's ear, "The government was founded for the people. But it was built on power-hungry leaders and partially true laws."

They wound around the streets back to Brooke's house, taking the few alleys that were present in Washington D.C.

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'This is the last of my story. I want you to see my story, to save me. They called me by the name. "***** ***" I can't possibly describe the feeling. It feels like time has stopped, my heart is racing, and my forehead endlessly sweats. I can't escape this dizzy feeling.'

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Winston and Brooke returned to the site which, minutes ago was filled with protesters. It was now dead, empty, abandoned.

"Were you kids here this morning?" A harsh looking man with a very unmistakable face asked. His eyes were cast downward. He had a scar above his eyebrow, a crooked nose, and beady eyes that scared the wits out any average person.

"N-n-" Brooke was cut off when the man raised his face to look her in the eyes.

"Sorry, miss, my mistake. Isn't your mother the Supreme Court Judge? Sorry to bother you."

"That's quite alright, we were just over here to see what all the fuss was about. It made the news bigger than it already was." Winston cut in.

"Oh, it's nothing, just stupid kids. They think the government has the cure for cancer and AIDS. Its all just bull." Winston and Brooke forced smiles.

"Well it's nothing to worry about, I assure you it's alright. With the government taking control of this rally, we can all feel safe again." That was known as the opposite for Winston and Brooke.

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'"No! Don't do it! I didn't do it!" I yelled. "I didn't do it," I sobbed quietly. I don't want to die for a crime never took part in., I can't swat at a fly, much less kill people. They strapped me down, screaming and thrashing. Four guards came in, each taking a limb. They strapped me to a cold, hard metal slab, locked in all my arms and legs. I saw the machines working, a needle slipped into my forearm, ready to put me out of my misery.

Suddenly, a guard burst in the door, stopped the execution and said "Wait, we need him." The other guards looked at him strangely. "I just got off the phone with President Cliff. We need him, the government needs him." I take it back, right then was truly the scariest moment of my life.'

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"You know they really do have the cures; for everyone." Winston said. "No matter what the government says, we're in this together?"

"Yeah." Brooke drawled out.

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'The next thing I knew, I was knocked out. When I woke up, I was being held in a dark room, chained to a wall with skeletons scattering the floor. I screamed, louder than I was usually capable of

"I guess he's awake." I heard a faint voice through the iron wall. A short stubby woman with a buzz cut came in, threw me over her shoulder (after she undid my chains) and carried me out the room.

"Welcome to the heaven of hell." I was scared $#!%-less.'

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"Brooke, are you okay?" Winston asked, she lie limp in his arms. Five minutes past, 15 minutes past. She woke up.

"Winston, I need to tell you something." She paused, thinking of how she could tell him.

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'I have never felt pain in my entire life until that day. The Lady tied me to a chair and laid out her tools. I saw bamboo shoots cut to about an inch long and about a ¼ of an inch wide, washcloths, water, and stuff that looked like dentist tools, a match, and a bucket of rats.

She sat me in a chair that reminded me of an electric chair that you see in cheesy horror films. She strapped my hands down to the sides of the chair. She took the bamboo shoots and slowly; as if she was enjoying my pain, wedged the bamboo all the way down to the part where the nail meets the skin.

"This is just a warm-up. You don't know the things that I can do to you to get you to talk. Now, who framed you?" She had another bamboo shoot in her hand.

"The government." I whimpered, my hand had a trail of blood oozing down it. This was only the beginning.

"Wrong answer." She wedged the shoot up my middle left finger. More blood oozed down my palm and started to drip onto the floor.

"Who framed you?"

"The government." More shoots, more blood

"Let me get this straight. The government doesn't kill people, people kill people." She paused, "Who did you kill?"'

My head was so light I didn't know what I was saying. "No, no."

Then she draped the cloth over my moth and poured water down my throat, drowning me. I thrashed within the bounds of the chair. She stopped, did it again. The last thing I remember was a slight hum escaping from my lungs.'

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"I have lung cancer. And the government is giving me treatment." Brooke locked her eyes on Winston.

"You—you, no! You—can't! They aren't giving it to anyone! You're, you're--part of it! Get away from me." Winston started to retreat from Brooke. She tried to get up, only to cough up blood. Winston rushed over.

"Brooke, are you okay?"

"Of course I'm not, I'm coughing up blood, do I look okay?" She asked sarcastically.

"But I'm happy where I am. I love you Winston, even though you're my best friend, I love you."

"Same here." Winston replied, they both cried.

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'"You're such an idiot. You thought we would let you get away with twitting this all on the internet." She hovered around me. "You should know better than to mess with the thing that keeps people free and safe as they lay in their pathetic beds.

"You should be happy that I took your case. If I didn't you'd already be dead."

Man, I really wish I was dead right now.'

I just published the last of my entry.

"Sir, I know what you've been doing, and I need you to do something." The crazy lady asked.

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"Brooke, come here, look at this." Brooke limped over to the table. "I just found this internet blog. 'Inside Death Row,' what do you think of it?"

"I don't know, I think its fake, I mean how can someone get a ½ inch by ½ inch portable computer in prison, don't they do a full body search?"

"Not if they swallowed it. This guy was or still is in prison. This is what our country is doing to us. Who knows where **** *** is now?" Winston thought aloud.

"Look what he wrote: I really wish I were dead now." She paused. "Sometimes I wish I was too, all the pain would just stop."

"It will, it will." Winston consoled her.

"Honey, I'm home!" Brooke's mom called out. She slammed the door, jingling the fake tree with bells next to the door frame.

"Hi mom. How was your day?" Brooke knew that her mother had a split personality disorder, half the time she was kind and caring and the other half she was deathly monster.

"It was perfect, there was this guy, but don't worry, the streets are safer now with him gone."

"Why? What did he do?" Winston asked innocently.

"He was a mass murderer, and believed so many conspiracy theories about the government having the cure for cancer" she quickly glanced at Brooke, "and AIDS, he is better on Death Row, than in prison where he can hurt others." Her eyes glazed over.

"We'll go now," Brooke cut in.

"Bye, Ms. Alferth!" Winston called out.

"You can call me Rachel. Be home before midnight."

"Bye Ms. Rachel Alferth!" Winston shouted. Rachel gave him a forced smile.

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The government doesn't kill people. People kill people. The government really doesn't, if they did, wouldn't you all be dead by now? If the government wanted to kill people it could, but it wouldn't because killing is unethical. And I am unethical. I killed, and I am sorry to the 27 families that I ruined. I messed up pretty badly, and I want to tell those families that I truly was sorry. I did it because I liked to hear the last breath escape their lungs, and the feeling of the knife coasting over their throats. I did it so I could feel in control.

The government doesn't kill people, people kill people.

"Is that okay?" I asked the crazy lady with the bamboo shoots.

"Perfect. You're under death, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of me. You do not have the right to have an attorney. All your past rights will be wavered as of now. Do you understand you have no rights as I have not read them to you?"

A small tear escaped and trickled down my face. "Yes."

"Welcome to death, brought to you by your very own Judge Rachel Alferth."

A shot rang out in the silence. I saw the last glimpse of life slip away from my fingertips.

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"Do we tell the people the truth about the cancer cure?" Winston asked Brooke.

"No, that would set an uprising worse than September 11th." Brooke responded.

Ms. Alferth came out of the house, and called them back in. She had a fire in her eyes, pure hatred.

"You tell the people about the cure for cancer, Brooke, I will not only stop the treatment for you, but you and Winston both will face torture. I will shove bamboo shoots up your nails, waterboard you and put you in a tub filled with hungry leeches. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Ms. Alferth." They chimed.

"Good, good." She pulled out a pistol. Two shots rang through the empty streets of Washington D.C. Then the third shot rang, and Rachel Alferth's blood splattered the streets as well as Brooke's and Winston's.

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Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. Brooke's heart monitor read.

"Ma'am, you've been shot, don't worry. You'll be fine."

"Wait doctor. I have cancer."

"According to your stats, you don't have it." Brooke's face brightened up the whole room. She was speechless. He began to leave.

"Wait, my friend Winston, is he alright?"

"He's just fine, he's on your left." The curtain on both sides of her was separated. On her left, Winston lay.

"I always knew your mom was crazy. I just didn't think she was insane." Winston said, cracking a small smile. Minutes passed.

"It's going to be alright now."

"I hope, Brooke, I really hope."