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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ The Sentence ] [ By The GNN ]
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____________________________________________________________________
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"THE SENTENCE"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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Dawn.
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The familiar sound of a key unlocking the heavy metal door to his cell
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could be heard. He was not really awake, but could make out three people
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entering the tiny room.
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"Carter?"
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"Who else?" he answered.
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"It's time."
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He rose from the hard bench and shook his head in an attempt to chase away
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the sleep. Fatigue overwhelmed him and he massaged his grainy eyes for
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a clear vision. The stocky guard, as usual dressed in a dirty grey jacket,
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handcuffed him and roughly pushed him out of the cell. The two men followed
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and he could tell from their black suits that they were police men.
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One of the black dressed men came up behind him.
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"Michael Carter," he said, "We are going to escort you to the Hall of
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Justice. You will be..."
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"I know!" Carter cut off showing his irritation.
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"Excellent." the man said without any signs of feelings.
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They led him through the damp corridors of the prison and out to a car.
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Before he stepped into the back seat, he watched the sky. The sun would not
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be visible today either. The pollution was too heavy.
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"How old are you, Carter?" one of the police men in the front seat asked
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as they drove through the concrete city.
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"Thirty-eight," he answered.
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The man smiled. Carter saw his own reflection in the black sunglasses.
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"Two years left then," the police man concluded.
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Carter gave no answer since it was obvious.
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The radio was on in the car, and the morning news began.
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"Welcome to Radio One. The radioactivity will reach one point seven this
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afternoon. If..."
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The driver turned the radio off and mumbled something unhearable. Carter
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sighed and watched the city that passed by through the window. He saw the
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misery, the starvation, the killers, the robbers, the heavily armed police
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tanks, the few lucky people who had managed to die, the destroyed buildings,
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the bomb squads who searched for hidden grenades and finally the guarded
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entrance to the Hall of Justice.
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"Too bad the war didn't take out that building," Carter mumbled to
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himself.
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"It's time, Carter."
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They stepped out of the car.
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Hall of Justice.
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Even the police men had to walk through the metal detector as the three
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of them entered the huge concrete complex. The place smelled metal and dust.
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People walked around in a slow pace, carrying piles of documents, while
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dozens of armed guards watched them.
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A young girl behind a desk examined the papers the police men had given
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her. She looked at the papers, looked at Carter with suspicious eyes and
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looked at the papers one more time.
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"All clear!" she shouted to one of the guards.
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She turned to one of the police men and gave him the papers.
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"All clear," she said one more time and continued: "Have a nice day."
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They began to walk, each police man holding Carter by an elbow. Slowly,
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they made their way to the courtroom. Their steps echoed in the corridors.
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Carter felt calm, despite the fact that he probably would be given a hard
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sentence.
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Suddenly, he stopped. The police men almost fell to the floor.
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"Carter! Let's go!" one of them demanded.
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"Wait...," he said and looked around. They had come to the door to Death
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Row. The queue to the door was long, full of people who patiently awaited to
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get inside.
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Carter had noticed a man at the end of the queue.
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"Please, let me just talk to a friend," he said to the two police men and
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nodded towards the queue.
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"Five minutes, Carter. Five!"
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"Sure...," he said without paying attention. He walked to the man at the
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end of the queue.
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"Bill?" he said and the man turned around.
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"Carter!"
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"What... are you doing here? On Death Row?"
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The man, bald but with happy eyes, smiled and patted Carter in the
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shoulder.
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"I'm lucky," he said. "Pure luck."
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Carter scratched his forehead. He felt confused.
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"But you are only thirty-two!" he said, almost yelling.
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The man bent forward and whispered into Carter's ear.
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"I bought my freedom. A bribe to the right person and, well, you know."
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Then he grabbed Carter behind the back and hugged him. "I will see you
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in heaven," he said with a sad voice. "Some day..."
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Carter closed his eyes. "Some day...," he said before he walked back to
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the waiting police men.
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Courtroom.
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The cramped room had a chair and a table. On the chair, a man sat,
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studying a dossier that kept the secrets of Carter's crime. He was dressed
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as a judge was supposed to be dressed; black robe and a bone white shock
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of hair.
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"Carter...," the man mumbled and massaged his upper lip.
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Carter stood in front of the table, with the police men behind him.
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"Carter...," the man mumbled again and flipped a page.
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There was a picture behind the judge displaying a city of trees, parks and
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blue lakes. Green lawns and happy people. Carter tried to imagine how it
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would feel to live in such a paradise. A city of hope, without problems and
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chaos.
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"Carter...," the man mumbled once again, but this time he continued; "I
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cannot find any signs of mercy in your act. You have violated the lay by
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killing your own wife. The woman was only twenty years old when you ended
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her life. It's a serious crime, Carter."
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"She wanted me to do it," Carter said and swallowed hard.
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"Listen Carter, I want to die too," the judge said without looking up
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from the dossier. "But I will not commit any crime for the sake of my own
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personal interests. I will await my day."
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Carter looked down at the dirty floor.
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"Carter, she was your wife. Given to you by the state. You had a mission
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of creating five, yes - FIVE, children. You have not created one! What about
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the world? The world, Carter! Five children from each person in this city
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is necessary, otherwise everything will fall apart!"
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"I know," Carter whispered, "But she begged me to do it."
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"I understand that, Carter. I know what you had to do it. Those who
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commit suicide will not be able to enter Paradise, as we all know. The rules
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forbid it."
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The judge muttered and wrote something on the last page of the dossier.
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"I will sentence you to the hardest punishment in this world!" he
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shouted, spit flying from his mouth.
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The sentence.
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On the street, Carter walked past the piles of garbage, feeling the heat
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from the radioactivity. When he got home, he sat down in a corner and stared
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at the grey wall. The afternoon turned into night, but he did not move. The
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thoughts danced around in his head, like a danse macabre, and left him
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dislocated. He could see the judge in front of him, swinging the club above
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his head before smashing it onto the table. Words echoed in his head.
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The morning came, and the sun emerged from behind the horizon. Carter
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watched it climb on the sky. Agony struck him as he realized that he would
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live another day, and a day after that. After that day, another day - until
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he died of natural causes. He would not be able to walk to Death Row the day
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he turned forty, and die away from the misery, since he was sentenced to the
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hardest punishment in this world; life.
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/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Malmoe. Ja det stod det pa massa vaskor utanfor planet!
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Interested in a crash-course in Swedish? Contact THE STASH +46-13-X
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Life is Life.
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