Lonelywerewolf: Another update...although, at first I wasn't too sure where to put this, now that I'm done and all...anyway...I think it turned out alright, it follows the storyline a little better.
Notice the title is written in spanish, if you can't understand it, it means, "the silent justice", a small translation of it. Spanish happens to be my main language, English the second...well, enough history...Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 5: La Justicia Del Silencio(Burrower)
No man or woman is evil. One person can say otherwise, but it is mostly true. People are not born with evil intentions already inside their minds, no, it is society themselves that attach the cynical stereotypes that makes the world go round and round. It was probably this teachings that sent many men to the house of the criminals. Here in Abbot everything is possible. However, sometimes it is not the inmates that are overcome by the stereotypes we create. Men could be saved, but others thought they were not worth it. Can you judge a boy as you judge a man? Not really. The C.O.s, however, could only judge a man as one might judge a dog.
Cruel as the conditions were already, the C.O.s knew that something could fall on them, or on the inmates they were suppose to protect. Inmates, criminals of a suppose crime, murder, rape, stealing. Judge by the purest situation and left no choice but to accept their place in society. The story goes that the old quarry fell on top of this men, whether it be a thief or a murderer. The C.O.s were the judges of their lives, but as simple as letting the gavel fall, they let the rocks fall on them, forever buried among work of rock and wood. It was the silent justice, in the minds of the C.O.s, they would be rid of another pest of this world, unfortunately, not many thought the same. Two sides of the same coin are not the same, so they say.
The monsters that now inhabit this soil, those that sprout from the ground in chains, mummified with cloth and metal. Piercing through the hearts of men in this forsaken world. I wonder if they'll judge me, as the same way I judge their ancestors? The swinging chain comes closer…..
-Carlos Magistrato(1950?-1999)
The old death records,
of the dead alone,
buried in the grounds of despair,
forever…
Judge alone,
with metal and death once more.
That would be the last update, for today, that is...my eyes hurt...I've been in the computer since eight o'clock...its already twelve!? Darn...anyway, hope you enjoyed the small story, I plan to explain the situation a bit in the next chapter, that explains the fate of the C.O.s. See you!