by Udyan Sharma
David was profoundly filled with innocent culpability. He knew that he was innocent but he could not negate the decision of the Superior Court of Zurich. For once, a thought darted into his mind.
Beyond the bars of the prison, he once again reprimanded himself for the formation of such a forbidding death. He thought that if he would not have appealed for a re-investigation of the case, he would be simply hanged to death without any discomfort but it was too late now.
More on less, Mr. Charles, who was the significant witness of the case, perhaps who had experienced the anxiety and pain of death, had suffered from a memory loss and that night had remained an abiding furtive forever.
Everyone returned back to their works. There was a bliss on the face of Mr. Salyver as he had the conquest of such a baffling case and that too against Mr. Hassleton, the most legendary advocate.
The court was not a decent place to stand in front of. The media had developed bedlam in front of the court. The police was unable to control the reporters and had to toil a lot.
A lot of questions were put up to David and Susan as they moved out of the court, while making their way towards the police van; perhaps a medium of death. Also well known as Charon in Greek Mythology.
It had become an arduous situation for Susan due to which she had to cover her face with her lightly shaded bag: shaded in a pure form of blue hue, which was too seized by the police and finally without any doubts she was left empty handed.
The questions put up by the reporters had choked her Aorta (the significant blood vessel for carrying blood) and had lead her to break out in intense remorse, sorrow and malice, somewhere. There was a lot of strain on both of them as their faces were sweating a lot and, for they had broken out in extreme grief.
Not even the president could change the decision of the court as everything was biding. The only person who could reverse the situation was Mr. Charles and that too only when he recovers his memory. It was not at all possible that Mr. Charles could recover himself in a single day but nothing could be affirmed. If he, somehow recovers his memory and by chance finds the victims to be innocent, it would be too late, as they would have been put into the mouth of death by that time.
Mobbing off her tears, handling her skillfully coated red coloured long skirt and while moving through the teeming public, she realized, how prodigious danger she was in.
She, being timorous of the situation, remembered the jiffies slightly before the beginning of the case which had not only revived her but also stimulated the crux of her verve and fortitude. She was so glad to know that her mother had arranged the finest lawyer of the nation and being so much eager of the fact, she had chosen an exceptional dress which was gifted to her by her cherished father on her very special birthday. It was a cut sleeves olive coloured top along with some imprints on it while a long red coloured charming skirt, which eventually covered her legs as well as her 3 inch high heels.
Her stylist hair, posh jewelry and gorgeous dress, all worn in the bliss of encouragement had combined to form a flawless orthodox spouse of an affluent person but time has never been in the errand of an alluring lady or in the fate of a liberal person, rather it has always been controlled by the immortal ones, irrespective of Earth, Heaven or Hell.
Some reckon it to be the Gods while some deem it to be the one who has deceived a lot and now after realizing, has put in his intact influence to shelter and comfort the deluded.
The couple was so much ominous that it had not even relished for a single jiffy after its bridal. Many astrologers contemplated their bridal to be a hoax but how could it be possible; they had accepted each other in front of one of the immortal one: Christ, for he being the most venerable messenger of the veritable denizens of the ideal world and space of exultation, insights and composure.
The Diurnal Of Castigation
It was a murky day. However, the weather being obscure, gloomy and somewhat dim, had remarked a critically malicious day. Not for all, but surely for the two people who were despairing the compassion of their forte from their crux. Obviously, they were the prisoners arrested in the National Prison. Perhaps the people who were enduring the mortification of being captured because of a slaughter.
There were many people seized behind the bars but the two who were most inauspicious had got the most callous death sentence. They were the only one who were able to cognize the twinge and torture of the law and boon of the judge. The whole case was baffling but the finest option opted by the judge to proclaim a death sentence or else the people would rebel in the quest of a new Magistrate Justice.
The plate of rice along with some conventionally opted pulse for the National Prison was passed through the small window and making a screeching voice, it reached till the cemented bed meant for the criminals, who were the victims of the public and especially law. David and Susan were one of them too. They received the food but repudiated to have it as it was against their will and they just wanted to die as soon as possible.
They had plunged the aspiration of living far ago and they had reached a small four dimensional world of their own opinions. It was not hell, exactly to say, perhaps it was a place of mortality, demise and collision; where, once a person trapped, left the optimism of living.
Mr. Venginny came with some policemen and told them that their death time has been fixed and they had only ten minutes to relish their lives or pay the tax of their nastiness done to humankind and benevolence provided by the nature to each and every organism who entails its help.
According to Mr. Venginny, they both were not to be exonerated as they had executed a slaughter and all the evidences stated them to be the convicted ones so it was obligatory that they must be punished.
They both didn’t say anything but simply sat on the cemented bed, which too had parched due to their unnerving quintessence.
Zurich’s law relentlessly snubbed to cede bail privileges to the denunciated one. It was merely the root for the devastation of time and money as the court scoured any slaughter case to be rejudged unless and until a firm verification was there; it being a complete extraneous and an impractical work as understood by the Zurich government.
Reasons could be many but as from the point of view of the people, it was always cognized that the natives of the country should not try to muddle with the government corollaries could be as perilous as entering into the tenancy of a pack of unruly hounds and to give you the clear picture of the situation at that time, the below mentioned set of paragraphs would be the best for you to fathom the scene.
Once, when it was not exactly 2012; I would rather say it to be 2013 as the number thirteen would be more apt to best give the explanation of the probably tetchy story of a farmer and his adolescent daughter; who was though perceptive but also could be delicate somewhere as she was just a juvenile and she was mellowed enough to abide such a gruesome dismay. You won’t even ponder upon the fact that government which issues many rights in the public for their welfare could be so much treacherous that it would not even allow its citizen to rebel in the opposition of irrelevant verdicts passed by the government in the parliament and making it necessary for the people not to interfere; the police force with armed men were always ready to give off or more aptly donate their lives to the nation which had served them from their childhood and betraying it would be compared to the betraying of their own virtues and aspirations, whether it affected the people or not. It was only required for the government to get a full majority and after getting this influential belief from the citizens, it was not necessary to follow each and every guidelines implied over them by the constitution; a sacred work of sacrifice for the men who fought for freedom and in passion towards their country, more aptly, birthplace.
Coming back to the story of the farmer, one would surely say, “Oh my God”, after reading the story; “Is it really possible”. Does the number thirteen in a person’s life have any special connotation? Who knows? If one perceives the recorded pages of the globe’s history, one f
inds that the number thirteen had an impact on many inordinate as well as unadorned lives. Students of astrology need hardly be told this.
The year was not doomed but circumstances were; an exact explanation to offer. Once, there lived a young farmer in one of the trivial villages of Hitzerland. Not too young, he also had an intellectual daughter, mostly called as Zivery. She was not too fond of farming or rearing and neither she wanted to open a dairy or a farm, rather she wanted to be the use of the public and as engrossed in politics, being very humane, she was likely to be a pioneer.
It was a drizzly day; not for people carrying umbrellas but something miffed her very much. She, being of an innocent nature, wanted to succor but was not exactly able to. Her sight caught hold of a vision; which was not too kind, everyday. She just craved in front of the god to offer that person a life, which he was likely to warrant.
Whenever she used to return from the nearby market with a dozen of eggs and bread in one hand, while the other hand being occupied by the relic money, she used to see and witness the brutality and callousness showed by the police towards an old woman, who craving in hunger, wanted just bits of food, raw too, but a bite of gratification. She used to beg off in front of the police everyday; finally got something but that too the frissons by the policemen, who flouted her but mostly didn’t ever care of her and would just smash her face with their profoundly weighted boots.
One day, after being sick of seeing the nastiness of the police, she decided not to abide the situation but sternly showed her authority and charisma to the police.
The scene was a little bit hysterical, but ruthless enough to make even thousands of people feel pity. She, not being cognizant of the supremacy and clout of the police, had stolen the pistol from the showcase of her father, but started with her own way. She hastily stuffed the money in her pocket and opening the polythene of eggs, while standing behind a tree which was just about fifteen yards away from the entrance of the police stations, started to throw eggs on the policemen, who inhumanely treated the aged woman but her aim was not to robust, which actually resulted in the recognition of the policeman’s sight towards her and she was caught, but not wretched, she took out the pistol and only a few seconds could remark the prospect when she kept it just in front of the forehead of the police inspector who had endeavored to quarrel with her.
“Hands up,” she proclaimed and while having the grip of one of his collars, she presented him in front of the old woman and spitted on his persona by making him stink with the smell of the eggs and as his face, full of mud, being purely horrible, told that he had been outraged gravely and he, in the fright of the pistol, could not retort frantically; his head still swinging in the air.
A sound which only resonated the dense forest around, was not be heard by the farmers or peasants dwelling in the nearby towns. It was not the sound of Zivery’s pistol but it was none other than inspector Joseph Hammelriot, who being completely oblivious of the situation, only one thought roaming through the vessels of his hefty body, had shot in the misinterpretation of the girl being a criminal. The result was inferior, it didn’t actually affect the police but to the family of Zivery, it was all staggering.
Inspector Joseph contacted the mayor of Zurich and hurriedly arranged a van to throw the body of the girl in the dense forest which was only noted for being populated by unruly wild animals. The actual thing was that the girl had been shot with the ninety-nine mm rifle which could easily cut the thread of one’s life. The bullet had pierced her chest and had landed exactly above her minuscule heart.
The van was arranged, body was engaged with the wild animals and scavengers to feed upon. The only thing which petrifies as the violent part of the situation was that the mayor, who had pledged to be honest in the service of the peers of his nation, had only been the victim in veiling off the body of the young girl.
After sometime, the first information report was lodged in the same police station by the hapless father of the missing girl Zivery. It had not been a minute, when her father saw her handkerchief which was crowded with the yells of someone.
He quickly scrutinized it but just after few minutes, he too was dead; perhaps killed. Mr. Joseph, in order to prevent himself from suspension had hit the father with a blunt thickly ironed rod and had managed to throw that body too along with the body of her one and only daughter Zivery. All was over. In the demise of both of them, Zivery’s mother too died of in pain and one family was completely diminished from the history of Zurich.
A candle march was not at all predictable as all the evidence had been confiscated by the mayor of Zurich, declaring it to be a strategically planned terror case or a case which was related to wild animals and mostly court didn’t like to be encompassed in animal death cases in which finding the victim was too intricate and obviously a wild animal could not be butchered in the penalty of taking a few human lives, instead, it could be trained.
This was the complete story, which can be catalogued as the brutality of the officials; more appropriate to say, self resistance. It was all like that at that time but many things had changed over a period of time. This was a story of year 2013, while the current year being 2024.
Not to make it too tedious, coming back to the forlorn story of David and Susan, lets take a glance at what was happening with them. Were they still alive or they had been killed.
Extremely satisfying to say, they had just entered the room of castigation. Susan, now having acknowledged the kind of threatening situation she was in, neither whimpered nor articulated the twinge veiled inside her heart but as being a partner, for once, pondered for the remorse of David.
The coal was added beneath the chair, which had elongated sharp nails attached to it. A minute later, the induction heater was started too. The nails were penetrating with warmth, their temperature, estimated to reach around eight hundred degrees Celsius. The explanation for the shock process was very simple. The nails were made of copper, while some coated with iron to help get a better piercing grip. Only a single button was supposed to be pressed and the result being; very forbidding to say, instant death.
The nails were heating up slowly by the warmth of the coal blocks kept under the chair, while the induction heater, providing it more heat to become as severe as it could be.
On the other hand, some lady officers came and took Susan to another room, away from the sight of David. The decision of the court stated death of a specified kind but internally, the condition was very much unlike.
David had lost the esteem which he used to have for Susan; a long time ago and now for him, she was just a lady, a charming lady, with bad intentions for money. He was just a living soul as he had already left the world when he got to know that Susan had divorced but that was an incomplete information too. He didn’t know that they were still a couple as the court had repudiated to accept Susan’s proposal for divorce because of involvement in a slaughter plan. Susan was laid on a comfy bed but the crusher was still not placed above her stomach.
Two lady operators started running the crusher. In the first round, it was too slow and only a few scratches appeared on her smoothly polished flat stomach. The second round was fast, rather very fast; she being in a state of extreme twinge.
“Don’t scream darling, you would be dead soon. Very much perceptibly to say, without any angst,” exclaimed on of the insolent lady operator laughingly.
“No!” She screamed, howled and growled but he her mouth was forcefully fastened with the help of a cello tape
Her only action, which was clearly evident was due to the holes in the mattress on which she was laid down. They were the holes of her ache, grief, twinge and screams of her innocence. Too much *groggy to say, they were the holes, made by none other part of her body than her nails which had grown so long after a prolonged period of time.
Gradually, the crusher started piercing her skin and while throwing away the pierced skin on the hands of the operators on either sides, it was to be continued until she stopped
to breathe and her heart denied to beat.
Finally, as the crusher made a cut on one of her diminutives intestines; she, having endured enough, left the vast land of Zurich and went into an expedition to find hell or heaven, whichever suited as per the amount of evil or good done by her when she was on the earth, a place where people are born and absolutely correct to state, die too. Her last word must have been, “David” or “Mom” as these people were the ones she adored the most.
David was too made to sit on the chair of spitefulness. The temperature had only reached around five hundred degrees Celsius but, too malicious for him to abide; his hands were taken away from him. The arms of the chair were full of blood while the nails had started blistering his skin. The nails, after a very short time had pierced through his skin; filling his skin with dark brown patches, while his crux; full of grief.
One of the operators had checked all the wirings and having ensured the full electrical supply, was about to press the switch but alas something prevented him to do so.
The fire was extinguished with the help of sand and water while David, however, was brought back from the mouth of death; and he being completely blistered, was sent to the hospital through the ambulance which was waiting for him outside the prison.
Rewind
“Today’s Breaking News:-
David, son of Mr. Charles Oester and Susan, daughter of Mr. Connel Franklin and while being the wife of David, along with a master plan were accused of trying to kill Mr. Charles for his wealth and property,” a breaking news, being emphasized on every news channel, had become a significant report.
Mr. Charles was changing channels one-by-one, but being very much annoyed of listening to the same news, decided to have a look at that news too; he being completely oblivious with the chastisement of his children’s death sentence.
An incident occurred, which was rather followed by another incident. His eyes, dazed with horror, began to illuminate in red colour. The nerves of his eyes, clearly visible, each and every being red, could be detrimental for him. Mrs. Jane, while seeing him, held his shoulder, took out her cellphone and while calling the ambulance, was precipitously stopped.
