Executed, The End?

The sun's warm glow cast a golden light on the beach, where children's laughter and seagulls' cries filled the air. Zayde Rivers, a lanky eighteen year old, strolling along the shore with a messy hair, that fell over his forehead and covered his eyes. A bag slung over his shoulders, a bag of chips clutched in his arm and a chicken burrito wrap held to his mouth with his free hand.

His gaze was cold and dead but had a few hint of emotions; Calmness and craziness and a whole bunch of secrets.

"I'm so tired," He groaned, halting his steps as he approached the Road separating the beach and a massive white Building. After seconds of rest, he heaved a sigh and continued moving, biting into his burrito.

"Mommy look at that guy, his skin Grey and so cold," The voice echoed in his head like a bell, the shrill pitch from the kids voice made the hairs on his skin rise. He turned his head towards the direction of the child, his eyes landed on the Porcelain little human that stood few meters away from him, with big blue eyes that glowed from the little light from the sun.

A thought flashed through his mind like a single spark, for a moment his vision blurred and all he could see was red, a dark crimson hue splattered on his hands, dripping from his head like water and below him was a wide pool with the same liquid.

That feeling–Euphoria, was a word for it, the moment he came out from him short daydream, he tilted his head to the side revealing his grey nearly Dead eyes and smiled genuinely at the kid, causing the kid to look away in fright. He turned towards the direction of the white building and continued his stroll taking another bite into his burrito.

The sound of the waves and playful shouts faded behind him as he crossed the stress carelessly, his head raised and trained on the building, not letting it leave his sight. The Disciplinary and Psychiatric Institution– his final destination, home for those with Mental health conditions and crime offenders the Defense department could not keep at bay.

The Daunting structure stood there, casting a long shadow over the beach, covering about half of the wide mass of sand in it's shadow. It's stern intimidating exterior, giving people who cared to notice–an unsettling reminder, that joy and sorrow can exist side by side.

Zayde, thought otherwise, In his perspective, the Building represented peace and Loneliness, while the beach, Stress, Chaos and connection amongst the people walking barefooted on the rough yet smooth sand.

As the Massive, almost eleven feet tall metal gate came to view, he took a deep breath, feeling the salty air fill his lungs and pushed the human sized door, cut at the right side of the Metal giant. Freedom and Joy washed over him like a bucket of cold water, the expanse of green grasses and benches probably for times where the patients would be allowed to come out of their rooms.

His eyes locked onto a separate building, like a storage unit, but there was a desk and computers confirming his thoughts. He made his way to the reception desk, where a stern looking officer sat, scribbling and typing away at the computer before him. The man gazed up at him through the glasses that rested on his nose bridge, his eyes laced with curiosity and annoyance.

"Hey," Zayde raised his hand, his voice low and quiet. "I need to talk to someone," He paused, searching his brain for a word he would use to describe what he came for. "I uhm, I did something really bad."

The officer's expression changed from annoyance to concern, he took off his glasses and gaze Zayde his full undivided attention. "What's going on, kid?" He asked, his voice softening.

Zayde eyes remained on him, not wavering for a second. "I killed someone, well actually.." he laughed nervously raising his hand to his hair, combing his fingers through the dark messy strands. "I killed alot of people and I don't know why.

The man's eyes widened, his face paled, the red flushed colour, drain leaving an ugly cold white skin. "What did you say, kid? " He whispered, probably frightened that someone could have heard and immediately execute Zayde right there on the spot.

"I said I killed some people and I have proof."

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"What did you say your name is?"

"Why not come in here and ask me, I won't bite."

The interrogator at the moment, Agent Regal, raised an eyebrow, his expression filled with doubt. "I am Officer Regal, The Interrogator at the moment and I am here to ask you some questions," He stated, his voice firm but controlled. "And I'll stay right here, until there will be need for me to come in there, Thank you."

Zayde chuckled, a low menacing laugh. "Suit yourself," He muttered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're going to miss out on a great opportunity to get up close with a Young and professional serial killer," His voice reverberated around the cubicle he was kept in. A bulletproof glass room created for patients or criminals that tend to act abnormal, suspicious or with cases like Zayde's.

Agent Regal's eyes narrowed. "I am not here to play games, I just need answers and your name."

"I'm Zayde Rivers, Eighteen years old Bi-national, Canadian Japanese," He rose from the seat he was put in, hands cuffed behind him with chains restricting his movements to certain distances. He walked towards the Officer, his gaze cold and menacing while Regal watched him move like a predator with wide eyes. He stopped few feets away from the glass separating the officer and himself and smirked. "I have given you proof, What do you have to say about that?"

"What drove you to kill those children at the Daycare?"

"I was thinking you would ask about the Girl. Anyways, let's say I wanted to hear cries and see blood. It gives me a sense of relief,"

"Like Drugs?"

"Possibly, but even drugs cannot satisfy this blood lust I have...Tell me officer Do you think therapy could work for me?"

"Yes, That is the only–"

"Bull.shit," Zayde cut him off rudely and whispered. "Nine years of therapy only made me worse, and I have killed Eighteen people excluding children,"He paused and softened his gaze. "Life imprisonment is nothing compared to what North Korea and Sudan would do to me, Why not come in here with Two hundred litres of Helium."

Agent Regal was dumbfounded, perplexed–anything more than those words, he felt guilty but had no reason why.

Was it because The Criminal before him was just a kid who was tired of living?

Or maybe because this kid actually planned everything,down to how he would be executed?

Or probably because he had a mental illness that he had already given all hope of it getting cured?

"Stop thinking and get on with my execution, Hell's gates will be closing soon, I do not want to miss my chance, Regal," Zayde said bringing him out of his thoughts. Agent Regal turned around and said something into a communicator, explaining every thing that had transpired between him and Zayde to whoever was on the other side, before turning to him, looking confused and stern.

"What do I Tell your parents?"

"My parents? They got killed in an accident twelve years ago," He replied dryly and smiled. "You don't want to do this right?"

"It's my job, I have no choice."

"After I die, Set the room ablaze with everything in my bag, alright?"

"Sure."

Moments later, Two men walked in with a white cylinder and pipe, they both had black uniforms on, with badges similar to the logo of the Institution, stern expressions causing Zayde to shake his head. He leaned against the wall closest to the air vents, his vision blurring despite the absence of the chemical.

"I finally made a name for myself," He chuckled dryly, his voice laced with Sorrow yet Satisfaction of the things he has accomplished, disappointed in himself for not being able to feel a single guilt for the lives of those he had cut short.

The hissing of the gas escaping it's cylinder and being directed into the room interrupted his thoughts, he smiled, freedom stretching out it's hand with a warm smile, welcoming him into a quiet and peaceful Land.

Shrouded in darkness and probably fire but he cared less, all he wanted to do was end the constant ridicule for his condition, the bullying and being lonely in a world where humans seemed useless to him, since all they were good for was food, finance and pleasure, none of which he ever enjoyed except the warmth from another human, the last of his victims.

His girlfriend, a happy and sunny soul, unfit for the cruelty of the world and cursed with cancer that cost her smile. The words of people made her hide with him and her health deteriorated day after day, he had no choice but to end her suffering–nights ago, hoping she would be guided safely to where Good souls were meant to be.

"I hope you're happy where you are, If only we both had a second chance,"

The final words of Zayde Rivers, the statement that would eventually die along with his body and many other pieces of memories and be replaced with many Ruthless thoughts and many more. The gas penetrated his lungs, pushing out the little amount if oxygen left in there, he leaned against the wall, quietly giving into the calls of the dead.

As his black orbs faded replaced with a white lifeless iris, his soul drifted far into the Dark void where souls like his were meant to go–if only he knew such a place would never be for him.

The Path expanded and grew into a vast expanse of darkness, few lights like stars dancing around with swift movements, following some kind of rhythm. Zayde's soul wandered aimlessly but on a particular path leaving a silver trail behind it. It approached a tiny crack in the void, small enough for it to pass through.

The soul orb weaved it's way into the crack, then void vanished behind it, so did the crack, like it was never there. It began descending, like a single drop of water, fast but smooth without an intrusion. It suddenly faded into the light and into its destination.

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"Give up now or loose your life while watching the Prism shatter with your Master trapped inside."