Dark Conversation: Crime and Punishment Part I

BURMA 1

It was midnight – so dark that shadows are hardly penetrable, and blackened carpets of the sky cascade over summery breezes. Swoosh, the April winds awaken Devin with surges of barren emptiness.2

‘Giselle?’ he yelled repeatedly.3

No answer.4

A horrifying sight! Devin found Giselle in the living room under a thickened pool of blood. Sharp scars engraved her petite body from knives of malice, her hair was dyed with hideous shades of crimson and her dress in tatters.5

‘Are you all right, mon cherie?’ I was in Devin’s arms when I woke from the chamber of torture from Burmese spies.6

‘I…don’t…think…I…can…live…sorry…’ 7

Elixirs of blood immediately penetrate my body, as my fangs glistened. I drank and drank over this feast of blood, over my dying body. Thank goodness for Red Cross emergency blood supplies.8

‘But we have to go now’ Devin whispered as he held me in his arms, and jumped out of the curtained windows.9

CONTINENTAL HOTEL, TOKYO, JAPAN10

‘Are you alright?’ Devin asked me again as he cleansed my wounds with Kleenexes. I was placed on a velvet bed, as if a feeble patient traumatized by essences of crime.11

‘Better...the spies..took me as a democrat because of the Time Magazine.They stabbed me..over..and..over...if I..weren't dead enough...probably...tortured...12

Devin put his arms around me, ‘Authorities keep abusing the justice system for their own selfishness and gains, I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have fall asleep.’13

‘Life…is..unfair. It’s …all right.’14

‘Crime is a forever paradox. It abuses the innocent like you because it has transformed into a tool of government manipulation, but without crime, we would not have a definition of good or bad.'15

'Repression....probably...arouses crime anyhow. People strive ...for ...revolution..., crime is ...an inevitable practice...to ...overthrow.'16

Breezy April winds blow repeatedly, with their strong shafts an implied agreement. As if, justice has disappeared because of subjectiveness, and crime an inevitable measure.17

'Mon cherie, everyone needs rules and regulations before we fragmented into pieces of chaos. Crime is the dreg of society, the darkness of the avenues. And yet, it pushes us to a higher level within society.'18

However, the cruel April winds and frozeness appear to disagree, as their striking swords of coldness stab me, making me cough repeatedly under the chimera of April's enigmatic climate.19

Devin embraced me as he put his velvet cloak against my almost-lifeless body. He glared at my eyes and slit his wrist, as I grasped onto crimson liquids of life.20

It seemed that every punishment would be deemed with blood and flesh, just like my misdemeanour in Burma.21

'I am so sorry' Devin whispered as I finished my bloodfeast, '...punishment differs so much, I wouldn't consider Time Magazine censorship material.'22

'...just my troubles...'23

'But you have a right to read English articles, so long it was not critical of the government. Punishment has transformed into an organ of repression and toy for government: the more radical, the better'24

'...no punishment...would ..only bring entourage of troubles and mess.'25

'Nevertheless, they should have thoroughly investigated, not turning judiciary into torture chambers like Vyskinsky's 'mad dog' analogy in show trials?'26

'..repressive nations...crave...more power....so..different interpretations.'27

'Perhaps if death was replaced by life imprisonment, it seem to serve a greater purpose. Rather than having venegence to its extreme, wrecking freedom would already make prisoners learn a lifelong lesson...'28

'or ...perhaps...some people..still favour tyrannical and bloodshed to warn..'29

'Or lack of prison accomdation?'30

The winds stopped their dialogues, and winter herself appears to wither away with the sight of budding sakuras. As winds deliver Sakuras into the hotel room, perhaps, crime and punishment would continue, but as warnings for society, and maybe, equality measures will take place, rather than tyrannical practices.31

I closed my eyelids, but an aura of warmth penetrated me - it was Devin's arm on my shoulder.32

'You are too vulnerable right now for a bloodhunt, love, but I can't let repressive claws dandle on you for their quest of power.'33

'You...would..probably lose me if you...hadn't found ..me' I laughed, since I have always been in whirlwinds of controversial troubles.34

'I need you, you know that?' Devin replied, 'Orthodox views would require a cynical response right?'35

Midnight serenity. (Under undefiable crime, and sheer punishment).36