Death of An Inmate

A vicious dark mist fell upon the globe on the night of September 1, 2010. It seemed as if a thick web of darkness sprawled itself on top of the sky to spectate the event that would change the world. The tuned in televisions gave outrageous clutter and static as the focus shifted to a frantic group of protestors outside the gates of Cyrus Maximum Security Prison. Cyrus is New York Citys premier prison for inmates who have done hideous, inhumane, and vicious crimes against the public. Its location in the New York harbor between New Jersey and Staten Island allows inmates from Jersey to be housed there as well. Groups and groups of protestors lined up in deep anguish and hate as the sky gave way to lightening and pouring rain. Lightening struck like wildfire! The wind gusts of 40mph, along with the pouring rain and the lightening, made the scenario seem as if judgment day was around the corner. Although Mother Natures noise was loud, enthusiastic chants could be heard in the background. There were signs that read, His life was a lie! His family must cry! He must die! Other signs read, He killed those children! He blew up that building! Now death is his next feeling! The protestors were of various age groups ranging from young teenagers and mothers, to elder citizens filled with activism. Many political officials from Jersey and the New York City boroughs were also present with their families. There was not one drop of forgiveness in the air. Any chance at redemption at this point was

invalid. The crowd grew antsy after waiting two hours for a special visitor to arrive. In response to the unruly crowd, Cyrus guards readied their weapons and sealed off certain portions of the prison in case a riot started. A couple of arrogant protestors were beaten down, handcuffed, and taken into custody for trying to climb the barricade. The audience then began to throw objects at the guards such as fruits, water bottles, food and garbage. The head guard fired a single shot into the air to quiet the rowdy crowd down. Seconds later, the air grew silent. The wind gusts continued. Everyone was barely holding on as the 40mph winds made it almost seem as if it didnt want the visitor to arrive. A flash of light engulfed the sky and a small flying object came into view As rain bolted from the heavens, a governmental helicopter saddled its way down to the helipad on Khem Island aka Cyrus Island by the local inmates. The guards as well as NYC policemen and military personnel surrounded the chopper. The doors opened and the visitor was none other than John Winifred, the governor of New Jersey. Winifred adorned a long black jacket suit with a white collar shirt, black dress pants and a black tie. He looked as if he had dressed up to go to a funeral. Winifreds eyes glistened with disappointment as he walked to the podium. The skin on his face stretched briefly, as if a smile was about to break out. His

shoulders shrugged back and forth as he walked. His 65 height made others standing beside him appear like tall midgets. The intimidation behind his height is indeed deserving. Winifred has put more criminals to death than any other governor in New Jersey. It was likely he would be willing to put every criminal he has come face to face with in prison if he had the power to. As he stepped to the podium, Winifred cleared his throat with the most volatile sound ever made by him. It was a sound that had every one gazing at his face, in blank expressions. The governor then said, Good night ladies and gentlemen. The time is now 10oclock. As you already know, we are gathered here tonight to successfully learn the fate of the most notorious inmate in the United States, Ryan Brody. In times of tragedy, it is sometimes best to look to the sky for help. Winifred took a few seconds to gather his thoughts, then said, It is most efficient that in evaluating a crime to look at the object, intention, and circumstances. What I mean is the nature of the crime, the goals behind the crime, and the situation the person was in when they committed the crime. I remember I took criminology in school, and one of the things my professors always taught me was that when a criminal is caught and is truly sorry for his/her actions, they will show it in way unimaginable. They will go past extraordinary means to express

their remorse. Ryan Brody has not shown any remorse and to this day, continues to deny what he did. Winifred begins to raise his voice and exert anger while saying, I am a practicing Christian, and always have been since the summer of 1979 when my parents were gunned down in front of me after a theatrical play in a dark alley way. I remember my father telling me not to be afraid as he and my mother were lying on the floor dying. That moment was a defining moment in my life. I was only about 12 at that time but I knew from that moment that fighting crime would be my destiny. Fast forward about a decade and here I am giving this speech. The governor calms down and begins to say, I believe the Lord has something in store for us. We may not see the plan now but we will see in coming times. Satan would like us to believe that evil will triumph over the seeds of the Good Lord but he is dead wrong. God created Satan, and no matter what he does God is always in control. Always! Remember, we are all the children of the Lord and we are all his seeds. Winifred took a deep breath then acknowledged, I am no angel. I am far from that. I strive every day to be like one. There have been many stages in my life that have gone bad, but I see them through. Everyone has their problems in life. Not one person walking this planet is problem free. Sometimes we have to deal

with them and learn from our past wrong doings. This is not war! Growth through mistakes is purely natural and completely possible. Sadly, not all people improve from their mistakes. Ryan Brody is one case of a bad boy that has gotten worse and worse over time. The governor continued, So, as a result of his non-acquiescence to correct his mistakes and /or repent for his wrong doings, there must be a consequence. There has to be an example set, so that our youth dont grow up doing the same mistakes. The crowd went into a mad rant and chanted, Brody must die! Brody must die! Brody must die! After about 30 seconds of ranting, the governor pleaded, Please quite down. Then he said. In the eyes of God and man, Brody has committed a serious crime. It is a deliberate act of violence and terrorism. It is an insult to the governing bodies of our world. Winifred cleared his throat, once again with the eerie sound and stated, Under the notion of these criminal prejudices, with respect to the families affected by Brody and in compliance with state and federal law, I am not able to grant Mr. Ryan Brodys death appeal. I am sorry with all my heart to whoever my rants tonight have stirred up. In my final decision at this bully pulpit, my verdict is clear, fair, and sharp. Ryan Brody must die! A chaotic, powerful uproar ripped through the atmosphere. The yelling was so sharp that it could have gained some serious readings on the Richter scale.

The verdict was indeed clear. Ryan Brody will die at 11:15 tonight, approximately one hour from now. While things were abnormally eerie outside, the lurky, dim inside was as quiet as a snail pacing along. If a pin dropped in the facility, the sound would be noticeable. The execution chamber was nicely lit with a somewhat sterile smell to it. It was a grayish- brown midsized chamber, bolted up securely with a couple of glass walls so the execution could be visible. The governors chopper could be heard on the inside as its vibrations pierced through the prison walls and slowly faded away. As Brody began his last walk, prisoners looked at him in awe and disbelief. Brody didnt really fit the description of most Cyrus inmates. Most of the inmates were thugs from either Jersey or NYC that walk with their pants hanging down, use curse words in all of their language, and love to fight and throw up gang signs. Brody was different; Very different. Not once did it seem that he was raised in the streets. Brodys last walk could have well been filmed. The scenery gave off the appearance of a movie. Rows and rows of prison cells lined the dim lit hallway. As he passed the cell of his best friend, he was pulled to the side for a last minute conversation. His friend, Hiwalker gave Brody a hug and began to tear. He began, All is not lost my friend. We both know that you didnt do it. In this world of sin, those who lie, cheat, and deceive to get to the top will eventually pay. The crimson

bird watches over all of us. It sees the good from the ugly. It will tear down the true foundation that evil has built. He continued, Your death will be avenged. Slowly but surely the world will be blinded with light. The bird will soar above the clouds, high into the heavens, and into other dimensions of higher spirituality. He is young but extremely smart. He is volatile but very virtuous. Those responsible for your blood will go out and seek more blood. They are a community of terror, but a world of devilish practice. I promise you, the crimson bird will come to end it. He will be a thwart in all their plans. I know he will come. The helper must come. The prison guards nudged Brody to signal that he had to keep walking. Hiwalker finished by stating, You are a phoenix. You once feared it for various reasons. Now you worship it and fused it with your soul. As a phoenix, you will burn and re-grow yourself. Your mission in life must reincarnate. The crimson bird will avenge your death and finish your mission. I have faith that he will. Dont be afraid of death for it is only an experience of fission between the shell and the light. May your trip be wonderful. Much love my brother. I will miss you dearly. Hiwalker then embraced Brody with teared eyes, then bid farewell. Hiwalker was a man of extreme height. Standing at 67 and 280 pounds, it is a wonder how he was brought down. His long black hair, scarred face, deep voice

and Native American descent gave him an extremely intimidating look. On the outside he was a ripped muscular, provocative, thuggish man. However, he was a brilliant man on the inside with spiritual healing abilities and a big warm heart. It is certainly a mystery as to why he committed such horrific crimes of mutilating, killing, and drinking the blood of his victims. Only Hiwalker can answer those questions. As Brody slowly stepped down the hall into the chamber room, the prison inmates began to cheer. Even the guards wanted him dead. He was the Most hated man in the U.S. according to the mass media outlets. As Brody was strapped in the chair, the curtains were pulled to give the witnesses a clear view of Brody. He was a well-built tan-skinned Italian man. He was about 62 and weighed 245 pounds. His facial hair color was grayish black with a thick goatee. His jet black hair was greased back into an Italian ponytail. There were bruises and scars on his knuckles, forearms, and ears. His straight protruding nose right under his broad hazel eyes also had scratch marks. There seemed to be a mountain of anger in his face. Yet, it was as if there was nothing inside of him. His cold, blank stare occupied the space the doctors were in. A Catholic minister stepped inside the chamber as the finishing touches to the lethal toxin were put in place. Brody grunted as the minister walked to him. The minister said a few words, a short Hail Mary prayer, and then asked, Any last

words, Sir? Brody formed a confused look on his face, stared angrily at the minister, put his head back then up, staring at the ceiling and sighing. He was staring into space like a madman. The minister then stepped away, with an awful, barely noticeable grin on his face. Even the minister wanted him dead.The executioner then said, Very well! Lets proceed! The first injection was inserted into Brodys arm. His eyes and face twitched a little, and then stopped. Thirty seconds later, he was unconscious. The second and third injections were administered and the witnesses stared in awe. A couple of the witnesses had children in the building that was blown up. They too, must be happy that Brody is getting what he deserves. Then, an awkward, anticipated silence occurred. The silence quickly diminished when the sound of the heart rate monitor went off, indicating Brodys heart beat to be zero. This sharp, common, piercing sound put an end to all the speculation of Brody being saved by some last minute lawyers appeal or divine miracle. Ryan Brody is now dead, but far from forgotten. In the coming minutes, all news sources broadcasted the death of Brody. Various news channels videotaped people celebrating Brodys death and waving the American flag high in the air. Millions of updates on Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, etc. glorified Brodys death like it was the biggest achievement in American history! There was a never ending

satisfaction between the families who had love ones that died on the night of the church bombing that Brody was accused and convicted of committing.