No Country…

I sent one boy to the gas chamber at Huntsville. One and only one. My arrest and my testimony. I went up there and visited with him two or three times. Three times. The last time was the day of his execution. I didn’t have to go but I did. I sure didn’t want to. He’d killed a fourteen year old girl and I can tell you right now I never did have no great desire to visit with him let alone go to his execution but I done it.

The papers said it was a crime of passion and he told me there wasn’t no passion to it. He’d been datin’ this girl, young as she was. He was nineteen. And he told me that he had been plannin’ to kill somebody for about as long as he could remember. Said that if they turned him out he’d do it again. Said he knew he was goin’ to hell. Told it to me out of his own mouth. I don’t know what to make of that. I surely don’t. I thought I’d never seen a person like that and it got me to wonderin’ if maybe he was some new kind. I watched them strap him into the seat and shut the door. He might of looked a bit nervous about it but that was about all. I really believe that he knew he was goin’ to be in hell in fifteen minutes. I believe that. And I’ve thought about that a lot. He was not hard to talk to. Called me Sheriff.

But I didn’t know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything? I’ve thought about it a good deal. But he wasn’t nothin’ compared to what was comin’ down the pike.

27 reaktioner till “No Country…”

  1. After reading this text, i felt calm, but still uneasy. It is a finished story, but there is yet so much more to learn about the circumstances. I want to learn more about the person telling us the story, about the murderer, about the murder in general. But still, perhaps reading just this part is enough. Sure, it might be part of a larger story but it is nonetheless a story in itself. The murderer is killed, and the day is saved.
    These are the two ways i feel right now, and i don’t know which one i should follow, so i’ll leave that thought for later, at least for now.

    Gilla

    1. Also, the title ”No country” seems unfitting for this text. But i do not think it is a mistake, but rather something hidden deep within the text

      Gilla

  2. maybe he does not see it like this but a lot more people are thinking that you should be killed for what you di and for the reason that you don’t have a soul but I don’t want to kill you for that I want to try and give you that missing soul that you don’t have. I wanna learn you how to start a new life how to start to feel the sadness if someone you care for goes away or like if someone makes u scared I want you to feel that so you know what t feels like and you can also start a new life with this for you to control over.

    Gilla

  3. The sheriff walked out the building on he´s way back home standing infront of him was a man, said to be the newly executed mans brother. The man shot the sherif 3 times and was never to be seen until.

    Gilla

  4. it makes you think about the diffrent kind of people there are, that there are those who do not care for them self.

    Gilla

  5. He’s gone. He’s not coming back, at least not in a physical state. But he is in my dreams every night. I don’t wanna go to sleep anymore. every night he tells me the same thing. He’s standing infront of me talking, telling me the girls name, her age, how he killed her and after that is he about to tell me the name of the next person thats going to die and of a unknown reason, but then he just dies himself. I wake up in panic, thinking I’m some day going to wake up and he’s going to be there to. I want to know where we are talking in my dreams, maybe that has something to do with the next death of somebody of some unknown reason. This night I think I saw it, I wish I didn’t.

    Gilla

  6. I had a nightmare the night after the execution. I was in hell. There was fire everywhere and deep in the fire I saw that boy. He was whispering that he is going to kill me while I sleep. When he said that I woke up. I was scared and shaking. I could not sleep for the rest of the night.

    Gilla

  7. What a fucker. Threats me?! But he’s dead now, whats the worst thing that can happened. I said that 2 months ago, little did I know then. Wish I didn’t arrest that guy….

    Gilla

  8. I didn’t know what happened to him, why was the reason he acted this way? Nobody knew, he was living alone and abandoned now, it does not matter about his story now, he gone and never coming back, but you got to feel for him, he was maybe a sweet child that had round up in a bad time, he was just on the wrong path all along.

    Gilla

  9. For the last fifteen minutes of his life I was able to meet him and say goodbye but I didn’t know how. I have knew him for almost my whole life and now he is gonna die. I never knew what happened to him he just changed and became a whole different person that I don´t know anymore. So I don’t know if I meet him alone he might be trying to kill me to.

    Gilla

  10. But still I don’t know if it was the right decision. I mean taking a man’s life, is it really the right thing to do? The thoughts of it kept bugging me. Maybe I could have done some different to make him get another sentence. He still was an evil person, but I feel a bit sorry for just letting him lose his life. There will be worse people, but they should be jailed instead of executed.

    Gilla

  11. All I could hear when the chambers closed on him was his evil laugh followed up with him choking. As I heard him die I couldn’t even really feel bad for him. You can’t just forgive someone for killing a 14 year old. And saying that he would do it again, is just insanity. He had to die. Even though it’s not the most pleasant thing to see a guilty person die, at least it’s not someone innocent dying because of him.

    Gilla

  12. As the man screamed in pain I knew it was the last thing I hear from his foul mouth ever again. As he passed away he was going to be dragged into the deepest depths of hell and be tortured for his foul actions.

    Gilla

  13. Still though, I still couldn’t figure him out. That man was unique in every way, or at least so I thought at the time. Never before had I met someone that shared the same evilness on the inside, but boy oh boy I sure was in for a treat…

    Let me tell you about it! It all begun one thursday afternoon.

    Gilla

  14. A week passed, the sheriff was still thinking about the man with no soul. Or that was at least what the others had named him. He saw him around all corners, in every car that passed. He could not stop thinking about the soulless man that he had witnessed die. Thought about the words he had said, what was their meaning.

    Days went by still thinking about the man he had sentenced to eternal damnation down in the bellow. The sheriff started questioning his job, the meaning of what he was doing. Did he really serve a purpose. Was he the good or the bad cop, he sent people to die. Was he better than the people he sent to hell? Or was he as bad as them?

    He kept sending people to sentencing and punishing them, until he found the last guy to sentence. He sent him to prison. For assault against an officer. He got a life sentence without any chance of exiting. Then one day, the sheriff told the man.

    ”You are free to go”

    The man nodded and made his way out of the prison.

    The sheriff felt really bad about the sentences he had given, the days became all harder to work through, he started to forgive people for stupid crimes. The small pity crimes of stealing a soda can quickly became drunk driving. He forgave them all. Murderers, rapists, thieves. Any one who had done something bad he forgave.

    Until one day. One man came in to the court room, all bloody, he was laughing hysterically. Looking deep in to the sheriffs eyes. It was the man he had let go from his life sentence. Exactly the same moment the blatant murderer sat down. The sheriff got a phone call. He quickly answered and made his way out of the court room to see what it was.

    The man he just saw walk in to the court room, that man he had let go from prison, he had just been arrested after a break in, he had shot two people. One Woman and one young four year old boy. The sheriffs family. The man he had let go. The man he had said is free to go..

    Gilla

  15. A few moments later one of the officers came running screaming to me to stop them from killing him because he was innocent. I tried to stop her by saying that he had admitted to being guilty of the crime but she wouldn’t listen.
    she pushed me away and went into te room. they were just about to gas him when she came in to stop them. I could her talk about that he had been blackmailed into it by the real killer and that she had found proof of it.
    He refused to admit to it but there were too much proof that it was a blackmailing.
    a million dollars had been sent to his parents account and a threat mail had been found on his mail by an anonymous source. Not long after we found the adress of the killer but by that time we had gotten a new mail but what we didn’t expect was the picture that came with it of the blackmailed persons parents carved up the same way the fourteen year old girl was that he was framed for killing.
    It wasn’t long until we found him and put him where he belonged but I couldn’t get out of my head that who else could this have happened to?

    Gilla

  16. I didn’t know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut and said nothing. I kept thinking of the new person that would come and soon enough forgot about this nineteen year old boy. How someone could have done a crime worse than killing another human being. The new guy arrived and walked out of the car. He stared me right in thee eyes and I realized that that was my sister…

    Gilla

  17. nobody knows whats going to happen now…
    how is her family going to feel after this, relived that their daugters murderer was dead or is that just evil?
    and how does his family feel, he was only 19 he had barely grew up?
    and how is the town going to change?
    he only thing we know right now is that we don´t know anything.

    Gilla

  18. The next man i want to tell you about is sixteen years old. He’d told his family and his classmates that he was hitler incarnate and that he was going to commit terrible crimes against some people he didn’t like. I knew his parents and they asked me to talk to him.

    Gilla

  19. I know the people have been scream in his soul. they have became a new person how is killed 10 person they person how is only kill one person has become really scared about this man.

    Gilla

  20. a bad motherfucker named Eric! He had killed 3 fourteen year old girls with his own home made axe, it was made out of real gold.

    Gilla

  21. I don’t understand what drived him to murder someone, His reasonings are inhuman. Planning a murder for a long time for what!? He doesn’t gain anything other than death thats waiting for him. There were no empathy or reason for the occurrence, He just killed her.

    Gilla

  22. i locked at him one more time before the closed the door, he smiled back with an evil look to it. i was thinking ”good luck in hell” but i dint said anything. after a while i heard screaming and then i knew he started to panic.

    Gilla

  23. But then a thought came up in my mind, why do we kill people? Aren’t we doing the same thing they did? Why can’t we just forgive them and try to make a better person out of them? After those questions stayed in my mind for some short minutes. I remembered that the guy in front of me had a long life left so what I did was try to talk him out of it but it didn’t work.

    Gilla

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