To be hanged till death

Jork was to be hanged. To be hanged till death for murdering Rump. Sleep never came to Jork, not because he was afraid, but because he felt wronged. The whole world was against him. Injustice, how could he stand injustice and nobody in the whole world understood him.
All the accusations against him were true. He had indeed committed murder. Rump had done him no wrong, he didn’t even know him. Jork was only doing his job. He was a hit man. That night when he saw Rump he moved calmly towards him. He took out his revolver and shot Rump through the head killing him before he could even feel anything. All of this took only a few minutes. This was not the first time he was killing somebody. He had been doing it for years now not because he had nothing else to do. No, It was not because of desperation that he became a hit man. He had always sought perfection in whatever he did and had realized eventually that he was a perfect hit man. He never felt remorse for his actions, nor did he feel any sympathy for his victim. His only feeling was that of pride. A satisfaction of completing his job perfectly. Only this time he wasn’t so perfect. Somebody saw him. Rump was a big businessman and so the police caught Jork in a day.
The trial lasted a only few hours. It was the strangest trial anybody had ever seen. He confessed everything, didn’t justify or explain anything. He didn’t remember how many people he had killed earlier or who they were. He didn’t know anything about Rump either. Not even his name. He only did his job never asking for details. He never tried to analyze the consequences of what he did. He didn’t reveal the name of the person who had hired him for the job either. It would have been against his ethics. The verdict came quickly. ‘ To be hanged till death’.
Now sitting in his prison cell he couldn’t make sense of anything. He was to be hanged tomorrow. Nobody was ever hanged for doing his or her work. So why was this injustice being done to him? He had read a lot about the rules society had set. About what is right and what is wrong? Why was his work against society and somebody else’s for the benefit of the society? Who had decided this? And why did the whole world believe that person?. In his neighboring cells there were terrorists and rapists. “They were the people who should be killed” he thought. Not him. The terrorists killed for some stupid ideologies. Stupid ideologies, which made them, believe that they were right and the world was wrong. Who were they to decide that?. You can’t kill people for stupid ideologies. The terrorists thought they were fighting for freedom. “Whose freedom? Everyone has to fight for his or her own freedom” he thought. But he never cared about ideologies. It was only his work that he did. He wasn’t bothered about anything else. “The rapists should be killed because they caused pain and suffering to people for no reason. They were even worse than the terrorists who at least had a ideology Why did anybody do that? ” he thought. But he had done nothing wrong.
The judge had said that people like him were a threat to society. “Damn the world” he thought. He was not afraid of punishment. If he was killed doing his job he would accept that. If the police killed him in an encounter he would accept that. But how could he be kept confined in a cell and be slaughtered the next day. Someday people would understand that he was right. That nobody who does his work honestly should be condemned. He thought of the people he killed. He killed them and they were free to harm him too. They could seek help from the others if they wanted. Didn’t the army and the police do the same thing . Kill people because it was their job. They could give it silly names like patriotism and law and order but in the end, what they were doing was their work . He had so much respect for the armed forces. But not for the judge. How could he proclaim what is right and wrong. Or for that matter how could the whole world decide that he was wrong. He was only doing his work like the millions other in society. In his whole life he had caused no one any pain without reason. He was a kind soul. Helped everyone around in the neighborhood. Killing people was his work. He was good at it. “Damn the whole world” he thought.
“Nobody can explain why I am wrong because I am actually right .” He thought. He wished to sleep but sleep wouldn’t come. When you are beaten you feel humiliated. But at least you have the satisfaction of playing the game. But when you are wronged, injustice is done to you, the feeling is worse. The humiliation remains with u in your heart forever never going away. He was wronged and he was helpless. Sleep didn’t come to him. If somebody could give him a reason maybe he would sleep. He wanted to sleep .To lie down unconcerned and free .
Somebody was calling him. It was the guard. “You have a visitor” he said. “A visitor? He knew nobody? Or had somebody understood him finally?” Jork thought. Lost in his own thoughts he reached the heavily guarded visitors room. When he looked up he saw a pregnant lady standing in front of him. She was beautiful but she was visibly shaken, as if she had been crying for the whole night. She spoke calmly but the despair in her voice couldn’t be missed. “I am his wife. He was the only one we had. When u killed him u killed us too” She said looking towards her daughter in her womb. “ You are a cold hearted monster. And I feel that justice has been done. But she doesn’t think so” she said looking at her womb again. “ I can’t do much for her but she thinks you deserve much worse. I feel so helpless”. She spit at Jork and then slapped him with all her might. Her eyes were filled with hatred and disgust for him. With that she ran out of there crying uncontrollably.
The monster stood there for a second. For the first time in his life he had faced the consequences of his actions. Nobody had ever dared to touch him let alone slap him. He could have killed her with a single blow. But he couldn’t. A single tear fell from his eye to the cold hard ground below his feet. He turned around and dragged his body to his cell. He lay down there on his back unconcerned and free. Soon he was sleeping peacefully like a baby, like he had never slept before!!