August 7th, 2019, at the White House.
The honorable president of United States is frowning, hand flinching his procerus. Before his eyes is the screen of World Goverment meeting. The extended time has been more than 20 hours since it started but still not showing any sign of dismission.
“The situation has now been worse and worse. Just a tiny little virus but makes the world to be miserable. This fucking appointment has caused us a whole fucking day but no solution!”
The commissioner of Britain Tax Department makes his speech.
“Because of the virus, world economy has been leaded to its stagnation. All of the events are derived from those American. We have make our order to the United States to indemnify for the deterioration.”
“Indemnify? You don’t see that America enonomy has also gone downhill since? And you want us to indemnify?”
“Your protest has been rejected. It is up to you Americans. Increasing taxes, borrowing other sources, etc. As long as there will have repayment for what has been lost.”
“Just because of a rascal? All because of a single whoreson, hooligan bastard that all of citizens of the U.S have to suffer? As the president of the U.S.A, this requirement will not be approve!”
“Please mind your words, Mr. President. Rascal? Isn’t Dr. Nicholas the best scientist of your country? Where were those praises and honors to his inventions? Now he got stuck in such situation but you throw him like a piece of junk? The whole United States are nothing but full of ungrateful people?” “We don’t care if that rat has saved how many people or brought a new dawn to humanity. Blood own will be paid only by blood, what he’s done he will paid for it and not a single penny to your face. Though you should have blamed yourself first. Where are yours health facilities that you proud of, you bunch of cheap plastic Pinocchio? Oh right, you didn’t cause of busy buying “toys” to play. Start to wear some raincoat, may be the virus won’t come in your tiny thing.”
“Why you-?!”
The provocation of both has turned this boring task to an indignation meeting.
“Everybody please stay calm, or else this meaningless appointment will lead to nothing.”-The Defense Minister of Japanese makes his effort to compromise the riot.
Everyone in the meeting try to keep their temper back.
“So have you caught that rat?”
“From our newest report that the scientist named Saul Nicholas has been apprehended and imprisoned at the border between Saudi Arabia and Jordan. His escape journey started from New Orleans to Siberia by plane, then made his way on multiple vehicals to Tibet, to the Middle East but finally fail on his effort to illegal border cross to Arabia.”
“What was your plan after having caught him?”
“The prisoner has now been sent to the jail located at Washington, waiting for his judgement. We will make him to confess his purpose and the medicine for A.N.M virus. If he won’t follow the order, I’m afraid that we have to do the other plan...”
“Other plan? Your mean was...?!”
“Yes sir, it’s the Sodom and Gomorrah.”
After the name has been spoken, there is left silence at the moment. Cold drops of sweat roll on their foreheads, trembling fingers on the table despite having controlled the fear when that name spoken. This could be the most aghast plan in humanity history if had to be done, an immense destruction, hell beyond the earth.
The meeting has finally reached its end without a word spitted out. All because, the horse has make its way.
August 10th, 2019, at the Washington DC Courthouse.
The judge lifts up his pair of glasses, using his handkerchief to wipe on the face surface. In whole of his 30 years in career, he has experienced many kind of cases, lots of smugglers, killers, kidnappers,... got through his hands. Their lives, no matter who they are, important or not, die within 4 walls of the jail or on the electric chair, all is his decision.
But the man stands infront of him now is the criminal of centuries, the one has caused millions, billions of death upon the Earth. The man also was one of the most brilliant scientist of humanity, the mighty Raphael who has landed his miracles among people. Sins and merits have now been placed on the scale.
Stress makes the judge’s blood pressure increasing, his heart bumping crazily. His veins are stretching out like they would blow up under cuticle layer, fingers drumming continuously on the bench as the prosecutor’s indicating the culprit’s crime. The judge’s eyes glance at the culprit standing behind the dock. There is no other person than the court clerk and the prosecutor in this special court. The culprit doesn’t open a single word to defense himself as he has already accepted his fate. His silence has lead to the judge’s dilemma state.
“Dr.Nicholas, full name is Saul Nicholas, with your criminal list we have no other choice than give you a death penalty by the law. But as we have a deliberation about your other credits for the country and for humanity, we will give you a second chance. Your execution will be performed in September 9th, 30 days later and the form will be shooting. But if in those 30 days that you show any sign of regret and want to cooperate with the Government to find the medicine, you will be just imprisoned for the rest of your life. What will be your choice on this, Dr Nicholas?”
The criminal face starts to show his emotion back as chuckling.
“All you can do with me, I simply don’t care as where could I be running now beside within four walls of jailroom? Torture or do as anything you like, but remember this, when the sky collapses, the ground cracks up, agony and suffering scream everywhere, still the demon keep doing its jobs ‘til nothing left. *Laughing*”
“He’s cracked his head up! Quick! Surpress and give him a cylinder of tranquillizer.”
“Worry not my dear judge, as my head is still functioning like a sane person. My eyes has been cleaneded up and my mind has opened, as I’m not being that precious dog anymore.”
“Dismiss! Send the culprit to the jailroom and wait for his execution day!”
The culprit is still giggling, laughing like a maniac.
“Hold him down, he’s on his paranoia again!”
Night time, 23:30 the same day, at Corrindor Prison.
Dr Nicholas has been sent back to his jail again. All eyes focus on him as the betrayal of humanity. His room was seperated in area 5. The special room thought to lock up bulky mutant instance in comic but here is just a skinny scientist. Surrounding the room are four raw steel sheets, inside is 10 centimeters thickness of concrete and a single tempered glass window that could just watch through from the outside. Was it a sacrasm when a scientist being observed like a gunea pig waiting its own death?
After having been sent back to his room, the man comes close to the bed that he had a hard time to make use of it when he changed his house to the U.S three days ago. The sheet has a clear white colour, as least it is softer than making a bed on broken bricks at Iraq refugee camps. But he doesn’t feel any comfy, not because he is going to be tied up to a pole then shot by a bunch of troopers to his skeleton body in a month later, or being turned against by the whole U.S, no, whole world criticize his sins despite saving billions of people in the past. The itchy feels craws under his skin, transmit through every single nerve cells. Back in the days he used to take some LSD or morphine to ease the feels. Now, may be not. He’s rolling all over the sheet, trying to get his feels ease off ‘til his face hits the opposie wall. He then decides to close his eyes.
Crackling fires on slum houses comes up with those dusty black smokes. Giant metal birds were gliding on the sky, dropping their eggs to those could catch it. Sparks sprinkled like rain droplets, many cartidge box tossed on the ground. Gun powder fusing with the dirt along with blood stain in the air makes a strong smell to breath.
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Terrorists turned themselves to living bombs, wished to die for their faiths, believed themselves had become the martyr saints. Dicapitated heads were displayed on the streets, corpes of human and cattle lied on the street being to the food for maggots, all had become a living hell infront of the child’s eyes.
His family were just part of the slum, eating rats and insects if that made their lives. He still remembers those horrifying scenes, when his father’s head grabbed by a barbaric terrorist, his mother and younger sister blown up by a mine, flesh and blood splashing on his face. Only him was the surviver, but what for? His finger tips was flayed off from digging the dirt bare handed, his stick-liked legs crawled on the ground. The only he had from his mother had become grimy and tattered. No where to hide, nowhere to call home, all had been a pile of rubble with blood and bomb pieces.
“Gods! Religions! Beliefs! All are nothing but stupid delusions! Humen are suffered from their own delusion!”. The boy carved in his mind the thought. The terrorist had killed his family but they weren’t those at enmity with him. The religion, godism, was what he despited the most.
“Do you believe in forgiveness?”
The sound of a small girl echoes in Nicholas’s mind has awakened him up. He sits up and looks around. Still behinding these four walls, nowhere could he run. He startes to self-ask who would be the little child in his mind. If not his sister then who was she?
《Dr Nicholas, a guest want to visit you.》
“Who would meet me at the moment?”
“A Catholic Priest.”
“?”
Nicholas furrows his brows in confuse then raises his hand to tell the annoucer to expel the guest.
“Tell him to come home. I don’t wanna hear sermon ‘bout Bibble or something like that.”
The annouce passes Nicholas’s order to guest. The priest then comes home as he’s been told.
Next day, 11:05 in the dining room.
There’s a long line of prisoners waiting for their turn. Those have got theirs parts grouping if they’ve known each other. But there are still exceptions. In the lonely corner of the room, the man’s sitting there having his meal in silence. No one wants to sit next to him is true, but himself also isolates from the crowd. Being not the smuggler nor killer, yet he feels seperated to people.
“You mind if I sit here?”
A tall, bulky, one left eye man goes nearby, asking if he could share the table with Nicholas.
“Not at all. Please yourself.”
“Thanks.” An awkward silence remains between the two.
“You’ve been sitting alone whole this morning. What’s give?”
“None of your business. Just finish your meal in silent.”
“You’re a strange person hah? Normally lads in this jail are hardcore assholes, grouping themself doing bunch of bullshit. You just sit all by yourself in the corner. Why’s that?”
“Nothing. The butts are my own and I can put it any where I want. Why were you bother asking?”
“You should make friends in this jail. It isn’t good to be alone.”
“I’m gonna die by a bunch of douchebags shotting through my belly in 29 more days and I’m sitting waiting. Why should I give credit to any one of you?”
“I see... 29 more days for hoping and breathing. You should have appreciated it cause it’s what god gift you.”
“God? What god? I don’t give a fuck about stupid death ass gods. It’s making me spitting my saliva on these weirdo delusion of humanity. The man of science myself doesn’t believe in those supertition shit.”
“So being a scientist does mean you mustn’t believe in god. That’s why...”
“Hey nerdy! This table is our! Get off! Or do I have to say “please” for a small boy like you? Hahaha!!”
“Nice one boss! Ya roasted him!”
A group of gangster approach from behind.
“Hey poop brain! This table is our! Why don’t you get your fucking degenarated face off of my air? Now fuck off!”
“Huh tough one isn’t it? Bet we could see that after ya face crash under my knuc- Bfff!!”
A flash after the words come from his mouth that he squeeshes on the ground. A fist appears on his crotch.
“Got something in ya pants? Bet ya stick just use to pee I suppose?”
“What’s just happened?”
The viewers are having confusion the fight.
“Boss! Guys! Support our boss!”
The gangs from behind startes lunging to the skinny man as they stops when seeing the buff man near him.
“It’s Frank the Cyclop! Retreat guys! Grab the boss then mov’ out!”
“?”-The bulky man near Nicholas looks at them.
“You know them?”
“No, I don’t?”
“So why are they so scared at you?”
“Oh... It’s just... So my thought is right, they were scared of me...”
Frank then has a sad smile on his face.
“You look sad tho. What is it?”
“Nevermind. Would you like to move outside? The guards are coming.”
“Yeah, let’s head out.”
Behind the dining room, two men’re standing there chatting.
“My appearance... It’s fearful, isn’t it?”
“...”
“Looking at your face, guess my question is right. When I was born, I had a disease making me grow unstoppable. What was it called again, GDH or something...”
“It’s GHD-growth hoormone deficiency, or known as dwarfism. Normally this symtomp makes a child being short or growing slower by reducing the hoormone. But in your case it was reversed as you producing more hoormone. A rare case indeed.”
“How did you know?”
“I’m a doctor, of course I know simple knowledge like this.”
“Guess I’ll have to be honest with you then. Because of this symtomp, my body was bigger than usual. My classmates were laughing at me, calling me a giant. Every morning walking to school, they were throwing rocks, egg, toilet paper at me to excel a hideous creature. But I had got used to it.”
“...”
“Once a small boy in my neighborhood was surrounded by a bunch of gangsters. They were attemping plunder, clothes stripping, sexual abused the boy. I was scared, didn’t know what to do. Then I decided to call the adults but no one bother to listen. There was no other choice than I had to rescue him by myself. It sure was very painful to be beaten by those big guys. They also brought knives and I was slice a few wounds on my arms like this.”
Frank rolls up his right sleeve to reveal the scars.
“The lost eye was also theirs?”
“Luckily, no. We managed to run away. The boy had no harm. After that, he said to me that might the Heaven Father blessed me. I brought him to his house. But after his mother opened the door, she was carrying a knife in her hand. After having seen my blood on her son body, she swung the knife to my eye and sweared at me, calling me a monster.”
“Wait, why was she holding a knife in the beginning?”
“After the boy’s dad told the truth that his wife had had a mental illness from stressful work, they had an argument and somehow my doorbell ring saved him from being murdered. He appreciated me a lot in the hospital for saving his son and him.”
“What happened to the wife?”
“She was transferred to a mental hospital and had a therapist there. The boy then had to live without his mother since then.”
“Life was painful, wasn’t it?”
“Sure it was.”
“Then why you had to entered here? You don’t seem like a bad person.”
“It’s a long story. I would tell you later but the time isn’t much for me. May be next met will I tell you.”
“Hmm...”
“You smoke? Got some buds here.”
“Where did you get these from? Isn’t this a prison?”
“Few days ago a guard met me then gave me these. He was smiling then told me that he had been watching me and felt interesting.”
“My ass has just felt kinda chill down there. You sure this isn’t gay?”
“Not so sure ‘bout that. Just take it not seriously. Here’s your lighter.”
“Kay... Thanks, I guess so...”
(Man, my science sense’s tingling some gayness is going on.)
In the jailroom, 17:00 of the same day.
《Saul Nicholas, a guest wants to visit you》
“Who is it again?”
《It’s the yesterday priest》
“Him again? Gahh! Tell him to go home!”
《But he really wants to meet you》
“I don’t care! Take him away!”
《You should try to talk with him. He said that he will continue to bother you ‘til you change your mind》
“Gahh!! Alright, I will have a conversation with him.”
Nicholas sits up and goes to the visit room. Behind the door is an old priest waiting in silence, as he’s waiting for the door to open.