A Criminal In Another World

Chapter 1. Death Row

Our story begins with a military truck pulling up to a gate. 

The guard, at the gate, pulls out a scanner. "Face towards me, please."

The driver complies as the scanner's beam darts across his face.

The guard then looks at a screen that pulls up the driver's information. Without looking back, the guard motions for him to enter, as he opens the gate.

The truck pulls forward, entering into a three-story facility, which resembles a futuristic lab. Upon entering the truck it turns, going onto a platform. The platform locks onto the truck, with two large hydraulic arms, and then begins lowering the truck underground.

Deep underground, the cell block is in an uproar as six guards walkthrough, heavily armed, and wearing full-body armor. Walking an extra six feet behind them is another group of guards, equally as armed. Their destination is no ordinary prisoner's cell. Thirty confirmed murders, possibly hundreds more unable to be linked to her. Her methods varied wildly from firearms to barehanded mutilation. Her victims were men, women, and even a few exotic animals. Her sentence is to be carried out within the hour, death by the electric chair. 

As they approach the cell, a pair of arms appear, stuck out from the lunch tray hole, welcoming the handcuffs that follow. 

As the captain puts the handcuffs on he looks at the prisoner, a white female, around the ages of 30 to 40. "No sudden movements, no resistance. We have the approval to shot to kill."

The woman smiles warmly. "I understand, Captain. I didn't expect anything less."

The captain opens the cell and leads the prisoner out. As they walk, the prisoner makes small talk.

"So.. How is the family?" The woman asks, her shoulder-length, black hair swaying back and forth as they walk.

The captain seems unamused by the attempted discussion. "Jaz, you are making this very hard on me.."

Jaz looks at him curiously, her green eyes glancing every so often at the guards. "How am I making it hard on you, Charles? I did what I had to. I have no regrets."

"Do not use my name! You know better than that!" The Charles leans in and whispers. "You could have let us handle the problem, but instead you ran ahead, like always. Now I can't get you out of this. You have dug too deep a hole."

Jaz chuckles. "You think I would have learned by now. Remember when we were kids, and I ran after that stray dog?"

Charles sighs. "Yes.. You fell and skinned your leg."

"But that stray followed me home." Jaz smiles. "That was all I wanted."

"I wish you had listened to me... both times." Charles says sadly.

They reach the room where the electric chair sits. The guards strap Jaz in and then leave the room, leaving Charles and Jaz alone. 

A voice comes over the intercom. "Captain, we are stepping out. Please be advised that the video and audio are still on, and there is a group of armed guards right outside the door."

"Thank you." Charles responds, looking sadly at Jaz.

The intercom is left on, as the sound of people leaving a room and a door closing follows.

Jaz looks up. "What is this, last rights, or something?"

Charles pulls up a chair. "I am going to offer you one last deal...."

"Forget it! I did the crime, I take what is given!" Jaz interrupts.

Charles glares for a moment. "Are you sure?"