Posted by Bistra on October 28, 2005 at 14:30:42:
I wrote this story according to my imagination. I play the main role in it lol. All the rest that i have written is fantasy. the only true thing is that Im realy working as flash programmer and web designer(flash developer in genral) in my life actually but never been hacker before and would never hack anyone -so dont take me serious lol. Nothing is real and I dont ever wish this to happen to any being alive.
Here is it:
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Execution
Nowadays the judge has allowed the people who are put to death penalty to be held in their homes before the time for the execution to come, and people to be executed in their homes. I was a web designer and a hacker and because by some chance I programmed a virus that became very bad and that spread among hackers that went on spreading it more and this was going to destroy very important informations and a lot of big industrial and wordly important firms were going to lose their profits and capitals. They arrested me then after they found Im the creator and put me in trial. The judge decided Im dangerous for the world and they had to liquidate me by firing squad before I do some other industrial damages. They allowed me this to be done at home.
The day for the termination was Friday 20th Oct 8:00 am. And now it was Thursday 23:00 pm. I was thinking what to prepare for my self for the next day - not that I had to prepare anything. The judge had given me the right to wear the clothes and the make up for my funeral during my execution. So I have prepared in my sell some clothes I have picked up for this day - like I was going to special "MTV Awards" ceremony. But I didnt want to dress very shiny Im just 25 I didnt want to wear suit that would make me look like 35 - I just took some navy blue jeans kind of charlestones that came a bit lighter in the bottom, and that had very nice shiny buckle. I also put some nice white top without sleeves and with neck opening. Even on my funeral that would fit me more then some boring elegant suit -even dangerous hacker after all Im 25 years old girl that wants to have her own style in dressing. I put just some nice simple make up - just tiny eyeliner on my eyes and little bit of mascara and some very light rose lipstick. to fit on my pink top. I made up my hair so it could follow on my shoulders. It was red hair black clusters on the bottom, long hair strait and negligent like rock chick. I put a nice black choker-jewel on my neck, so I could again look young. I looked my self at the mirror it was my last time to be viewed there. very little tear came from my face then I swallowed it and decided to be brave for the next adventure comming tomorrow in the morning - meeting death - bad or good it was adventure after all. I sat down and lighted a cigarette. I took at the box of my cigarettes it was written "Smoking Kills". Now to me smoking seemed innocent compared to what was going to happen tomorrow.
7:00 am the door bell of my flat rang. I opened the door it was them - my executors and his assistents. The executor was tall man about 40s old, tall, big, black haired guy with green eyes, and muscle figure. and his two assistents were young at 30 years each. He smiled at me and said
"Good morning miss Bistra!"
I said "Good morning"
"How are you today?"
"Well I cant say I feel the best but Im alright"
"Can we come in?"
"Sure! Want a coffee or tea anyone?"
"I do thanks!" he said and so said his assistants. I went to make a coffee for them and for me too. I sat next to them and lighted a cigarette.
The executor: "I dont think smoking is good for you but u gonna die anyway in few so its your choice"
I smiled at him but didnt say anything, then he went on "Now at 8 am that means after an hour you are going to be terminated, we have to send 2 or 3 or more bullets depending on how much will be enough for you to die. Is that clear to you?"
"Yes..." I said.
"Ok these are my assistants they will take care of you after you are executed to be put on a casket that we have brought then send to funeral home is that ok?"
"Ok"
"Nice jeans by the way" - The executer smiled looking at my charlestones.
"Thanks" I replied what more could I say.
We all had our coffee I had few more cigarettes and then time was up it happened to be 7:55 am.
The executor said "You ready? times up!"
"Yes" I said again with smile.
He leaded me in the middle of my living room where the carpet was big and there was enough space for dancing and everything though I wasnt gonna dance now. He took out a Mk23 gun with silencer - so the neighbours not to hear what was going to happen. He pointed it in the middle of my chest between my breasts. Then he counted "3...2...1..." and then "Phhhhttt". Sudeenly I felt hot burn in the middle it hit me in such a way that I gasped and lifted my face like I was loving the ceiling. Small line of dark blood came out of it. I started moaning softly. then bent on my knees but I still felt the pain inside so I was still alive...
He then sent another bullet but this time in the heart. More blood came out of there and small tiny line came across the jeans. I was looking like probably had cherry juice on my white sleeve-less top. I closed my eyes breathing my last pieces of breaths then thumbled on my back, then had my last breath. It all came very sudden. Everything was so quite and calm and I couldnt move a finger even if I wanted to. I started feeling some great relax on my mind and everything. The executor came to me and looked over me. He touched to find pulse. Nothing there. I was executed at 8:05 minute - one minute later the time but who cares after all I was gone at the end. I was laid on my back face up, mouth open, eyes closed, red hair spread around, hands spread a side, the right leg inclined, the left straight and laid upon the other. I have been fallen in a way so my top straps had fallen a side and one of my shoulders had naked. To him I was just a corpse already. To me I was spirit, still stuck there getting out of the life going to relax in forever. He removed aside the other strap too and looked deeper in the neckle. he said "Well I guess you dont mind to look there" ... If I was alive I wouldnt allow to old men to look there but who cares now well even if I do mind what could I say after all Im just corpse already. he then lifted the straps on their place upon my shoulders and clapped at my face like I was "good boy" or "good girl" then he winked at his assistants and they came to make me up for the funeral home.
I was then in a casket hands ordered infront of my chest so they to cover the wounds, the assistants took care before for the shirt and body be clean of the so many blood that was there. just like this with my jeans and white top and some red rose showing through my hands. Still I was in home before they send me to the funeral. then he came again over me and watched me he touched my top of the head then eyes, nose, mouth and then came again to the neckle. then kissed me on my cold already pale lips and said "Bye rock babe"