Monday, May 15, 2017

Punishment is Different Than Justice

General population was a mix of bad people. Oshujon had given me the sight, I don't know how, but I just knew what these people had done or not done (the innocent were the hardest to see there, because since they'd been in prison more crimes had been done to them). I approached a woman covered in tatoos and scars, she was easily double my size.

"What do you want?" I hit her in the knee it was a solid blow that took her from her power base and brought her to my level, my next strike was at her eye, the squish told me it too was successful. Others were coming, guards, prisoners, I had to work fast. While she was off balance and unable to see I struck her hard in the throat to finish her off, the crunch of her wind pipe told me it was done. By the time I was pried off her the last gasps of oxygen had left her body.  Solitary was my next destination. Isolated from other prisoners. I knew this would probably be coming, from what Oshujon mentioned. But I felt clean in my purpose, and knew I'd be free again soon enough.

"You're in a lot of trouble you know that right?" Tom was the name tag, I didn't know if it was last or first. From the sight I knew he was not an evil man.

"For what?"

"Murder, you killed that prisoner."

"She's done worse than was done to her, if anything I was merciful."

"The courts won't see it that way." I laughed.

"As if the courts are doing real justice, you just punish these people, I bring justice." Tom sighed.

"It's almost verbatim what he said." And then he left, I was alone in the cell waiting, I knew my time would come, and it did, that's the thing about criminals, they never know when to quit when they are ahead.

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