Radio Love (english version), ameliamcfloyd [good fiction books to read TXT] 📗

With a loud bang, opened the heavy metal door. The two officers walked with Jason Delano, who has since become a feared serial killers, the room. Two policemen were on each of left and right side of the upper arms of the serial killer in its grip. On his feet were shackles and handcuffs on his hands were visible. Both were held together with an iron chain. Jason Delano was now on his last trip as a living man. The perpetrators made no attempt to provide resistance or implement similar processes in action. His gait was firm and collected. His heart was beating louder and louder as he approached the bed, where he is right to make his last breaths. His pulse was racing. His face was dark, thoughtful, perplexed. A silent tear ran down his handsome face. It was the fear he felt. This kind of fear, as they get some more and others to feel less: It was the fear of death. Jason knew that it now was time for him to die. He entered the room where his fate was already sealed. Encased in steel, it just a big panoramic window of bulletproof glass separating the spectators. These were already, as a model student in their places. Her eyes spoke many languages. While some of the spectators, satisfaction, vengeance and hatred felt, could be read out from another part of revulsion and fear, which were coupled with a morbid fascination and curiosity. Again, there were others who felt at the sight of anything, because with the death of their relatives also died any emotion and any feeling. Before him stood a couch that was covered with black leather upholstery and hard. Beside the bed stood a height-adjustable stool, put on the doctor is right. Maroon leather straps hanging lazily on the movable arm - and footrests. In the middle was still seeing a worm in the form of a rolled waistband and at the head of a neck strap. These two straps were the color of a chestnut, which has just been released from its shell. At one end they all had an iron buckle and they all ran into an arrow shape. In between, there were seven small holes that ran the entire length of the straps of suede.
Jason Delano, was laid on the couch. For a brief moment he was by his hand - and shackles to be removed in five jobs for which they buckled leather straps are provided for. His legs were stretched apart at a 45 degree angle. Two additional straps were strapped to his chest and around his belly. His arms had been stretched away from his body. The sleeves of the orange prison uniform was rolled to his left arm to the elbow. He was sentenced to death by lethal injection.

After they have done their work, they left the place of the imminent execution of another death row inmates. Was immediately locked the rather spartan room sealed. Dr. Foreshead awaited the prisoner already.

There they lay.

The three injections were clean and well arranged side by side. About one-thumb-thick interval was between, every single place. Ready for their use. Silent and deadly was their content. Every minute it could be the extent to which they should exercise their office in ... The moment in which she placed in his forearm and the contained potassium chloride into the veins of the serial killer Jason Delano are injected. The amount was matched exactly to the ratio of arm height and set. Jason Todbringer sat down with the first syringe in his left hand, next to him on the wooden stool small. The doctor cleared his throat and injected him with a steady hand and a professional calm that bordered on tedium, the first intravenous injection. Not a spark of pity or sympathy was out to watch. A smile flickered across his high-handed, the Schnauzer occupied mouth, watching as he could, as the first syringe, slowly unfolding its impact.

Jason felt like he was overcome by sleep ever need. His blue eyes were getting heavier and heavier. Weighted with lead as they closed. He slept through the narcotics, which was included in the first syringe, deep and strong. Not once went fifteen minutes, as he him just the second injection administered intravenously. He calmly waited until it showed its effect. About half an hour elapsed, when he again relaxed, and then, determined to execute the prisoners, after the third and final syringe handle. Shortly before, wanted to be the executioner, who called himself Dr. Foreshead, verify whether he had actually found the lethal dose in the syringe. This process only took a few moments. With a brief nod, he proved his right-filled dose. He took the cap, as well as in the previous two and held them straight up. He gently squeezed the air accumulated in the needle off. Was set the moment came when the syringe filled with potassium chloride. Quickly, but out of a steady hand, the hollow point needle pierced through the thin skin of the elbow, the sleeper. Second by second the clear liquid emptied from their packing and were freely in the bloodstream of the prisoners instilled. Be of tranquilizers and sleeping pills weakened heart was just lazy. After about seven shots heard his heart beating. The pump of life was forever taken out of service. At the same time his pulse slowed, even before this silent, a little later on forever. To be sure, he always waited for his academic 15min. from. The doctor felt nothing as he fumbled with his fingers on the carotid artery of the convict - no pulse could be felt.

"The prisoner with the number 506 673 Jason Delano bored now no longer with us ..." did he know all those present in the room.

He risked a glance at his elegant watch from Cartier.

"Time of death is Friday the 14th August 2010 at 04:33." he added, while his eyes still fastened to his expensive Clock and at the same moment the death certificate prepared and signed.

With these words he rose from his chair and glanced at the prisoner before he left the room. The spectators rose from their seats and turned to the exit. Many of them thought about what they got to see straight. Only some of the execution bounced off without any emotions.
His work was done at this point. Jason Delano was only 27 years old. He was the eighth inmate who had to leave this week, his life thanks to Dr. Foreshead.

A short time later, when he the gates of the high security wing of the Silkwood County's happened, he went deliberately to his Old Timer. He pulled his car keys from his jacket pocket and let the engine start. When he took the driver's seat, he rubbed his eyes briefly. In a quiet pace, he drove from the parking lot and was on his way home. He is already receiving from his wife and two children. They were waiting eagerly for him ....

The coffee machine has just finished its work. The cup of scalding hot coffee with the already waited patiently for him. Jet black and extra strong ... Jason already accustomed to the way it was. Soon he would add a teaspoon of brown sugar ...
  Jason was still in the shower and gave himself up to the warm water and the bright and intelligent, female voice of morning radio. He kept his steely blue eyes closed, letting the pleasant rustling, almost hot water rain down on themselves. He loved that feeling. It felt as if someone would massage his scalp. Slowly and carefully, the rivulet meandered on his entire body. The Lord in heaven was obviously a good mood when he created him. A little later he turned the knob for the cold and warm water.
The sound of the rushing water became increasingly quiet and stopped.
Jason took the snow-white towel from the holder, which was sealed in shiny chrome and was in close proximity to the shower. His second handle was on the on / off - control of the mini-radio. This was a little on the shelf, which was attached with screws to the wall, his place.
Swinging with the towel he covered the precious point from a man.
Jason Delano was 185cm tall, 84kg brought to the scales - muscle mass naturally. The hair was short and straw-blond. His blue eyes seemed to shine like two swimming pools. The body had been trained by the roots of the hair tip toes. But his stature was more like an athlete, like a bodybuilder. One on my knees praying for forgiveness angel with wings spread wide. The Latin inscription "Deus peccata dimittit" which translates to something like "God forgives all sins" means extended over his entire back.
He looked so incredibly good that it bordered on perversion. Jason Delano was charming, humorous, sports fan, multilingual and highly intelligent. He would just all categories of the "darling of the mother" easily meet. Had a now world-famous U.S. - American rock band sang their famous hit "Sweet Child o 'Mine," a man, you'd think he would have served as a template for it.
Aside from the fact that he is the son of the famous plastic surgeon Dr. Louis Martin Delano and sole heir of the total assets of $ 100 million equivalent U.S. - dollar was, you saw him up on a few things, not in the least, that he came from a very wealthy family. He even insisted treated like the rest of his colleagues to be. He learned, like a man possessed, missed no exams and wrote his exams as any of his classmates did. He did not know about the people who consider themselves important or somewhat "higher Elected" only because they were three months' salary of a doctor in your account every week and had available thanks to Daddy, could buy in the worst case of a diploma.
What does he do even more demonized, was an unnecessary luxury in terms of mobile phones with 200 kilos of precious stones, felt, especially among the female clients were so popular.

Most of them had been riddled with so many diamonds that you would inevitably run the risk of inadvertently having an immediate conflagration triggered, or an innocent third party was blinded for ever, when the sun popped out mercilessly.

This was also the reason why he chose a public university for a private institution. He was the best in his class. But all the privileges and titles that he had or could have, despite, he remained with his feet on the ground. He likes helping his colleagues, if there was a problem of understanding in a lecture.
The popularity and success proved him right ... Jason