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where everything ends.
strings resound throughout the hall so dire, though not a ghost who causes noise, or at least not yet it is. They take almost crawl without touching the ground and beaten culetazos base, a nice farewell to this world for a sentence of death.
the hall where everything is just where no turning back if you wear orange. Sad gaze from faces faded are the closest to the spirit that comes from their peers destination. In this corridor all a matter of time, one day a month, a year, a decade ... Your day will come.
blue walls are so clean they almost reflect the prisoner and his guards. A guy with slightly above average, skinny but wiry, white hair, blue eyes in which the world is drawn differently.
Almost before the door of the guard finally returns to knee him in the crotch and shouting murderer. The prisoner falls to the ground and half-drowned by the pain starts to laugh. Everything is so petty, so hypocritical. He has seen thousands times from the other side of the bars, the guards are only the way of that last corridor to be convinced that what they will do is not a cold blooded murder, that they are better than the prisoner who will fry .
just five hundred meters to silence the conscience, it seems difficult but sometimes even I get it.
opens the door, behind it there is only one small room with a wooden chair facing a huge glass behind which, as in a film of horrors pile up fifty people to watch him die.
I sit in the chair in a mechanical way, a young police officer holding the feet to the chair and removed the handcuffs and feet. The boy did not even look into my eyes, work just as fast as he can and is located behind the chair with the other guards.
public's reactions when you hold the neck at the head of the chair are as different as the victims who had fallen into the hands of the prisoner.
Relatives of the victims oldest just want everything to end, I have remembered something that had managed to overcome, I have returned all their ghosts.
Others, who only made a reasonable time they had lost their families still endure tears mixing with a hatred that eventually will become bitter and then just sadness.
And last, a mother and her teenage daughter to them had taken the household head, crying uncontrollably as they embrace and look into the eyes of the prisoner with an unreadable expression.
The prisoner, meanwhile get back a vacant look that said so many things ... Yes, he was a murderer. Not one of those waiting behind a dark alley, or those that produce strange and evil plan to take the head a few police departments. Do not kill for pleasure, or for recognition or for fun, or for becoming famous, even for having a mental illness.
He did for money and that was all he had done well in life. Some people born with a talent for art, I had to destruction.

a name, a bullet, a check. Thus

advertised on the internet and in several newspapers in which it was easy to find for those who knew to look. He felt no remorse, partly because almost all their objectives had earned become corpses, however noble their intentions. Accountants
only wanted the best for their families, and therefore did not hesitate to put his paws on other people's money ... Everyone thinks they do not get caught, and the problem is when you steal from people with "little patience." Men and women
after marrying her partner had left them and tried to seize all assets including the most priceless children.
Murderers and rapists who had fun with the wrong man's daughter. Well

many such, he considered himself a "shortcut" in the judicial system. Yes, he killed many people, some good and some evil. But never anyone innocent. If they had made their life would still be enjoying them.
The prisoner turns to look at those family members and is set in the mother and daughter weeping uncontrollably as her stare. Had been his last work, the police never understand why you cried, and would not say by whom. He was a professional and would be until death.

hears about steps to your left and a priest is placed next to him, bless his hands and began to pray for their salvation.
"That I needed to see today, go to another part of his gibberish!
"I'm praying for his young soul. Loving God is gracious to you in another life!
- What loving God? Is the genocide that killed all mankind when he was not happy with the monster he had created?
- But how dare you? How dare you say such nonsense? ... A madman like you who has killed more than two hundred people!.
-! Hey do not give me even in those acts of the greatest murderers, tyrants and genocide in the history of their crimes are counted as dead ... But if your God is different, when He acts as the great flood survivors are counted.
-¡¡¡¡ But back then men deserve it!! Were sinful, lewd ...
"I'm sure that crimes committed in our time would pale those of that era ....

One of the guards takes to cure almost out of his wits, loved to get them riled up, demolish their beliefs. Not that I did not believe in God, of course I thought, but not in "that" God brought the first best seller published in humanity. Well, soon there would beyond doubt.

guards will fit the metal hull below the chin, put a mouthpiece in your mouth and give the lever.
body burst forth when the current jumps to her body ...
Notice how your whole body trembles, and his teeth clench as they seem to break out, notice how the woman and her daughter crying watching, forming a "Sorry" to the mouth. Note
his own hand as it hits the face, stomach, as a desperate move by bending in ways not possible because of the tension "Cursed cryo" thinks to himself, remembering the young man who had tied.
And there, where is all over, your body starts to die under this brutal onslaught of electricity. Everything hurts so much he wants to end and, screaming to himself until suddenly the light disappears and everything becomes dark.