Death Row

"How did I end up here?" Christie wondered. She was in a small jail cell, wearing light blue prisoner's clothing. Her long sleeves were unbuttoned, revealing a white shirt inside. "If only I didn't screw up my last mission…"

Christie was supposed to do a hit on an important target, but failed and was captured on American soil. At first, Britain, her home country, wanted her to be tried in her country of origin, but after investigations revealed her past, and that most of her hits were done in the U.S., Britain denounced her citizenship, and she was left at the hands of the American justice system. The trial was swift, and she was easily convicted, and sentenced to die. The day of her execution is at hand…

"Christie!" a female security guard shouted. "It's show time! Get your lazy ass up!"

The white-haired woman did not reply, as she stood up, staring at the guard. The guard then opened her cell, and other guards came into view to escort her. She did not say a word, and did not cause much trouble, as she walked slowly, moving closer and closer to her doom.

"Hey! Christie! We love you!" a female prisoner shouted.

"Yeah! You go, girl! When they electrocute you, or inject you, or whatever the hell they're going to do to you, make sure you don't scream. Show those fuckers who's the boss!" another inmate shouted. Christie knew none of them during her stay in prison, as she preferred isolation, and those who came too close to her got themselves hurt. The women prisoners feared her, and at the same time, they also admired her.

Christie did not reply, or look at any of them in the eye. Many thoughts coming up inside her head, as she finally entered the room of death.

"I've been in jail for 8 months now…" she thought. "I was hoping that my employers would at least attempt to have me broken out of prison, but there has been none of that shit, and I'm going to die shortly…so fuck them. I always thought that they'd take care of me, but I guess I'm replaceable…"

She then saw a mirror nearby, no doubt the mirror hid several people behind it, people watching her execution.

The table then came into view, and as the guards touched her to be placed on it, the white-haired woman, seemingly out of character, suddenly started struggling with her captors. "Let me go! I don't want to die!" she yelled, as she tried to escape, but she was quickly overpowered by more guards.

She was then placed on the table, as her hands and legs were tied to a harness. "You didn't want a priest here, so we honored your request." a man said, probably the head of the prison. "Any last words?"

"Yeah. Fuck you." Christie spat, but she not only meant to say it at that person, but also to the whole world.

"All right. That's enough."

A hood was then placed on her head, covering her world into darkness, and after a minute of waiting, she felt something penetrate through her skin. "I guess this is it…" she said, as the injection pierced her, and delivered its content.

She suddenly felt dizzy, and slowly, she was drifting off to sleep. "I thought it would be painful, but I feel nothing. I don't know if it's much better to die feeling something or nothing…"

Christie then closed her eyes, and drifted into a deep slumber…