Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 8: Justice

{There is no greater tyranny than that which is perpetrated under the shield of the law and in the name of justice}

The clocks were ticking and every second passing was a drop of cold sweat on everyone's face. But for the two of them was just a clock ticking, counting the seconds before their final battle.

"How do you feel?" her lawyer asked.
"Impassive like always." she answered.
Once again she was full of herself.

What could stop me? I have the entire city in my hands. The country. The world. As I'm walking down the hall I can hear their voices.

Her thoughts were so loud that she wasn't paying attention to what the lawyer was saying. And why would she care? The judge was paid, the evidences were weak. She would be out of there in a minute. Not much to worry about.
They walked in the court, which was full of people. Her eyes did examine the entire room. On the other side from where she was standing there she was Rachel. Tall, cold, with a mischievous grin drawn on her lips. Their eyes met once again before everyone stood up and the judge walked in.
That was the moment Sylvie's blood froze. The man who entered wasn't the judge Sylvie had paid for the trial. This man, was a known judge who disliked Sylvie and was racist towards Latin Americans. That was a disaster!
"Who in the fucking hell is this?" she turned and whispered aggressively to her lawyer.
"I have no idea!" the man said panicking.
What is happening? She could feel Rachel's eyes on her back. She didn't turn around to face her but she knew she was smiling. This wasn't happening. It's a huge mistake!
"Sylvana Isabella Hernandez Maradona" his voice stop the train of her thoughts. For the first time in her life she couldn't breathe. "Born on April 7th 1990 in Buenos Aires, Argentina, is convicted for multiple premeditated homicides, war crimes, perjury and false accusation"
  Everything was falling apart like a domino. The handcuffs on her hands were now all over her body. She felt heavy. Hundreds of chains were around her body till her neck and each word the judge was speaking was making those chains tighter and tighter.
"May the prosecutor speak."
A tall, blonde man stood up and started speaking. She had seen him before but wasn't able to remember his name at the moment.
"Everyone look at the accused. Look at her and tell me if the world has ever face such a monster."
How dare you speak about me that way!
"Today I am here to represent all these families who lost their members from her hands."
They were all criminals. They had it coming!
"Who could imagine that our dear Minister, a hero, could be a criminal? Did she fool all of us? She did. Even the government. The hero is actually a villain. Afghanistan. She attacks without the president's permission. Four thousands soldier die. An irresponsible action like this caused the death of  so many young kids. Our soldiers. Your kids."
Her blood was boiling. She wanted to run towards him and beat the shit out of him. How could he ever know what war feels or is like?
His voice goes silent in her ears. She feels dizzy. She slowly turns around and there they are. The court is full of them. All these soldiers and between them, Pablo. She can't breathe. That smell of blood. The gunshots. The bomb. The fire. Ahmed!
And she passed out. When she woke up she was standing in the middle of a sea from dead bodies. She can recognise each one of them. Their smell was making  her want to throw up. Between the dead bodies there they are. Ahmed, Crista, Pablo. Everyone.
"Mama"
"Sylvie!"
"Where are you Sylvana?"
"Sylvie! Be careful!"
"Run!"
"What?"
"Mama!"
What happened to them? "Who did this to you?"
"It was her!"
She takes a closer look and sees Rachel. "Collins!"
"Look closer your dumbass!"
She rubs her eyes and walks closer to her. It's not Rachel. It's Sylvie. It's her own self.
"You did this to us."
What do you want from me?
"What do you want from me?" she shouted at her second self and it started laughing. It took a deep breathe a spoke towards her.
"Hello great general! What are you going to do now? Look around you! You are trapped honey."
She looked around her and found everyone pointing a gun towards her. She did lift her head to sky and closed her eyes. Thousands of gunshots ripped her body and she fell to the ground bleeding. The only word that escaped her lips was the one she was never able to say out loud.
"Help" a small whispered word. A word she was desperately hiding all these years.