JUSTICE SEVERED

Nothing Personal

" Heat the 10mm rod till the session finishes. We have to serve the Mayor for his deeds", after hearing this the man went away.

" So... lets hear the rest of the story.

Kathy was playing on her front yard. And the Ex- mayor caught a glimpse of this Baby, who was playing with her dog.

What do you think that Ex- mayor did after this, Mr. Trash?"

Continuation of crimson hours

I saw her father... the kid's father. His face, it was ...carrying something. An emotion I am far too familiar with. The grief. The burden. The helplessness.

He was stroking his kid's hair gently, as if... as if, if he put any more pressure she would wake up from her slumber. His face was covered in sweat and tears. Shirt crinkled. His tears were flowing down his face. Eyes bloodshot.

He called her name, " Kathy... wake up dear. Its time for school. You'll be late for the class Kathy". His voice, his voice was that of a parent who wakes up their child. I remember the scene too vividly. " Kathy... daddy has taken an off today sweetie. Daddy will play with you all day. If Kathy wants, daddy will play anytime Kathy wants. Mommy will make you favourite pancakes with maple syrup. Kathy... Kathy wanted Lego toys right...daddy bought it for your birthday. Daddy and mommy wanted to surprise you, that's why we did not tell you. But if Kathy wakes up within 5 daddy will give it now. Okay?

Okay. Now daddy will count to 5.

1...2... wake up Kathy, else Kathy wont get her lego set. 3... Kathy...

Four...Kathy... wake up sunshine. Daddy... daddy was wrong. Daddy will always stay with his sunshine. Always... daddy... daddy will always buy his munchkin her favourite butterscotch ice cream. Daddy will... daddy will teach his bunny how to ride the bike. Daddy... daddy won't leave his Kathy ever. Please... Please Kathy... wake up dear. ... .... ..... ......

PLEASEEEE!"

Her mom... her mom was near her kid's now lifeless body. Her mom, she was sitting beside her daughter. Her hands on the ground. Her eyes, it was pale. It held no warmth. The eyes, it was... staring at her child's now lifeless form. 

Imagine what she must have gone through. The child she kept inside her safe and sound without an tiny scratch. The child she fed and bathed... now... covered in blood in regions she could not even bare to look. Not able to run to her mom. After all the struggle, she gave up. And now lied before her mom. Though I was far, I could see it... the heart of a mother weeping and bleeding for her one and only child. She had no tears flowing but... but she never uteered a word after that. Her mouth never opened for food, nor water.

Mayor... when... someone we care for gets hurt, we feel sad.

When someone we love gets hurt, we endure a rod piercing our heart.

But, when our child, we gave birth to... we took care of during those sick and healthy day... we cry after yelling at them...we adore even their mistakes suffer even a tiny head ache... parents die a million time in that short span. When parents see their child hurt, they die painful death ever second till that hurt fades.

And when that same child disappears, enduring hell... can you even imagine what kind of pain parents go through. 

The king of hell would bow to them!

...

Mayor... nothing personal. Just business" As the Xiller finishes someone handed a driller on Xiller's hand.

"Remove the trash's cover"

The man beside Xiller who handed the driller removed the Mayor's pant and bowed to the Xiller and stepped away.

"Ha... I've read in these comics... they inseret something similar to the driller's tip on the man's tip. I've always wanted to try it. Now... would you mind Mayor..."

TBC