proof – Christy Grace Scarlet Pen

Innocent Until Proven Guilty?

Every criminal swears black and blue, up and down, and side to side that they’re innocent. So what happens to those who are?

They’re lost in a sea of claims; lost in a pool of lies. The ones who are truly innocent, don’t have a voice – they have a whisper amongst other shouting voices.

The ones who are wrongly convicted, sentenced, and have their lives taken away, are also victims.
They are the ones who are characterised by prejudice and overworked representation.
They are the ones who lose in the race to freedom and justice.
They are the ones who are silenced – some, for the duration of their time here on earth.

To turn our backs on these people is inhuman. It’s cruel, impossible to believe, and each one is heart aching and heart-changing.
Many who are sentenced ARE guilty and did commit a crime which is deserving of punishment that fits their crime (which is a different discussion altogether).

The concept of justice is sometimes elusive. Killers go free, the innocent are robbed of what was once theirs, and evil is allowed to roam – but that seems to be the world we live in. We live in a place where humanity is not perfect – it lets in the darkness. Through all of that, I have to believe that there is hope and justice. If not during our lifetime, then when we die and face the ultimate and fair judge.

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In the meantime, it is hard to ignore the plea of the innocent; of the victims and the silenced. The ones whose lives are cut short, because of a few dollars in the till at a petrol station. The ones who are in the wrong place and the wrong time, or match the desires of someone who is sick, and lets the darkness in.

To those people, my heartaches. To the victims and those who are wrongly convicted of crimes, my heart breaks.
But what are those of us with little power to do about it?
The only thing we can do is speak out for those who can’t. To be there for those who are victimised. Pray for those on all sides – victim, perpetrator, and judges & juries.

I want to look towards a better day, where true justice and victory on earth, will be achieved. We can look to justice, and release those who are wrongly accused – no matter who they are.

See You in the Adventures!
Christy Grace

Proof Of Life (Furious Fiction)

FURIOUS FICTION

Another month, another 500 word story. This month, it started with a question, included the words ‘Jam, Jungle and Jackpot’ and ended with the word BANG – Enjoy!

PROOF OF LIFE

“How long has it been?”
Caleb stopped rocking back and forth and looked up at Rebecca, “Who cares? We’re going to die here no matter what.”
She glanced at the bolted door then back to Caleb. He had resumed rocking and humming softly to himself. Just like when they were kids. Rebecca stayed perfectly still for a moment, listening for movement outside the door. She took a deep breath and pushed herself up. Caleb looked up, his breathing getting heavier, “What are you doing?” he hissed, as she waddled towards the door.

She paused and looked over to him, “They leave the same time every day.” Inches away from the door, she heard the knob turn. The door seemed to open in slow motion, as she stood frozen in the doorway.
“Well, well, well,” The woman pushed her back down onto the cold, hard floor. “Looks like we’ve got an attempted escape,” She snickered back at her partner then faced Rebecca again. “You can take your chances out there in the Jungle if you like,”
Rebecca saw Caleb shrink into the wall as the woman pulled a gun from behind her back.

“You try anything like that again, and I’ll jam this gun into your side and pull the trigger.”
“What do you want from us?” Rebecca asked as the man closed the door behind him, pulling out a camera. He aimed it at Caleb and took a picture as the woman held the gun steady at Rebecca.
“We hit the jackpot when we found you two. Do you know how much your Father will pay to get you back?” Rebecca frowned as the man moved over to her. The flash blinding her momentarily and the man looked at the pictures and smiled.
“Got em. Proof of life.” He said, putting the camera back into his pocket.

The woman reached into a bag on her hip and pulled out a bottle of water. She threw it in Rebecca’s direction and turned, talking quietly to the man. The water inside the bottle started shaking slightly and Rebecca looked over to Caleb. He flinched as the shaking started getting stronger. Their captors didn’t seem to notice and Rebecca pushed herself towards the wall. Sounds began to disappear as Rebecca kept her eyes glued to the door.
BANG.

The door swung open as police entered the small room, guns poised at Rebecca and Caleb’s captors. The woman lifted her gun towards Caleb and the man tried to run for the window. An officer tackled him to the ground and the woman pulled Caleb up, pointing the gun at his head.

Her face was scrunched as she yelled at the officers in front of her. One of them grabbed Rebecca’s arm and pulled her up. She fought to reach for her brother as the woman made the fatal mistake of aiming the gun at the officers. The silence was shattered as the officer next to Rebecca fired.
BANG.

Thanks for Reading this Furious Fiction by Christy Grace