In the Hands of Death: The Eternal Heart Saga

PROLOGUE…

Last January Eddy James case arrived at the judge’s stand. Eddy was another john doe who had gotten in a mix up with notorious drug lords. They attempted to murder him and there had been a long battle in court. Unfortunately the public defender wasn’t winning over the judge’s confidence that day…

Court Room….

Your Honor, in light of the brutal suffering of my client, Edward James, I asked that you to give him more medical attention and around the clock nursing. The public defender plead while standing at attention.

Any comment, Counsel, in lieu the defense’s statement?

I have no other comments as of right now, your Honor. The opposing counselor replied.

Continue, returned the judge.

Your Honor, Eddy James cannot survive in some state dungeon with substandard living conditions. The public defender announced while still searching for solace from the audience but shouts began to fill the room followed by the judges grim facial expression. Amid all of the negative re-verb from the audience, the public defender still managed to keep his ground against the nasty remarks from the audience.

Order in the court!

Go on Counselor, will you?

How would you feel in my client’s situation? continued the public defender; Then he threw a stare of deep intention upon the jury, waiting to see if he found sympathy for the victim. Then the public defender ordered a courtroom monitor to be turned on. Eddy’s appearance clinging to life support suddenly changed the mood of audience.

Can’t you see how my client is suffering?

Guilt began to surface upon the faces of audience. It appeared the public defender couldn’t seem to connect with the jury. Some grew weary of Eddy’s suffering image and more remarks emerged again around the room. The monitor was turned off and the audience then became ravenous like wolves howling at the defense for the short visit with the live image. The public defender knew they craved to see more of Eddy’s obscene misery.

Jury, before you close your eyes on Eddy James’s welfare, please consider his current plight of suffering, the public defender pleaded again. The public defender began to quickly realize defeat then slowly scampered back to his desk. The judge attention shifted from the monitor then, to his mighty gavel. Suddenly a loud clap from his hammer rang out and the raucous audience turned their attention back to the judge.

Order! The judge kept howling at the audience in an attempt to regain his custody over the kangaroo court.

Knock-Knock! The gavel was sent crashing repeatedly to the pulpit with menacing proportions. The noise began to subside and room became quiet again.

Now we all know that the suffering of Eddy James is disheartening, the judge addressed the audience with vigor over the current matter and his face suddenly turned dourly as if he needed a drink.

However, Eddy James’s past criminal record has not shown this court that he was a good citizen, he persisted. In fact, he was that to be so desired and there are just too many crimes that are stacked against him for such a request for more care in the state facility.

But your honor, said the public defender.

Sustained, Counselor! The judge snapped back.

He began to cue the opposing counselor. The opposing counselor then immediately arose and stated his final argument.

Clearly, your Honor, Eddy James, was into drugs, a suspect of murder in the late 90’s, and teen gang violence, he continued. The state has no obligation to help this social recluse any further!

May I object one more time, your Honor, in light of my client’s current condition? The public defender asked with a gentle outspokenness and then he threw steady glances between Eddy James’s monitor and the vigilant audience.

Permitted but this is your last statement. The judge replied.

Your Honor, Edward James was left behind as a child in the back of an alley, rejection was still growing in number around the audience. And later he had survived in the streets growing up as an adolescent.

Get to the point! The stern voice of the judge injected over the public defender’s statement.

Your Honor, there was no one there for Eddy as a youthful offender. Even God seemed to have forsaken him to be devoured by dark circumstances at an early age. The statement struck the judge’s cold heart but the murky expressions written upon his face revealed that judgment on the matter was final.

Your Honor, in closing I’d like to say, if there is any hope for Eddy James then let today be that day! The public defender pronounced his last declaration of hope and waited patiently for the judge’s word. The judge gave one last cold stare of condemnation that was cast upon the public defender. His morale weakened and his eyes dropped with regret. He felt there was nothing more to fight for.

That would be all, your Honor. The public defender stated grimly.

I can’t let Mr. Edward James anywhere but the state sanitarium with the standard medical attention. I feel that he will have all of what the justice system can provide. Even the courtroom audience felt the cruel hands of death when the judge left Eddy’ to worldly judgment.

Adjourned! Finally said the judge.

The life that was once Eddy James seemed to die with the last bang of the judge’s weighty gavel. Court ended abruptly and no one was left behind except for a small framed Asian man wandering about aimlessly in the court room. He had been sulking in the shadows of the room for most of the day with confusion and sorrow. There had been some time that past since Eddy James had drove pedestrians around the city in one of his cabs for him. He even retired Eddy’s cab for sentimental reasons and left his old dice on the rear view mirror.

CHAPTER 1:

LETHAL INJECTION

The night it all started,

September 29th, 10 O’clock P.M….

ANOTHER DARK OCCASION WAS BREWING at the corners of the city. The hoods were robbing, the hookers stalking and the pimps were dealing in indulgences. A deal was going down in Eddy James’s old run-down apartment in Queens. He was a human statistic, drawn into the city’s underworld by a fateful destiny. Godless in character, Eddy was a human with no sagacity for proper living. He was sure to maintain voluminous amounts of bad habits from marijuana to cocaine and if he lived past the next day without overdosing he was a lucky fool. His lose habits drew every scoundrel within the city who preyed upon him. One scoundrel who made profit out of the wickedness was known as, Angel Vasquez. He was a dark antagonist throughout Eddy’s life. He made sure always kept to the shadows and only preyed on Eddy when he was craving for dope. Vasquez was well known to the underworld as an official mule for the drug lords and hazard to the local authorities. Vasquez was routinely perched over Eddy in his apartment.

You want to get high tonight? Asked Vasquez.

Eddy replied. Right as always, Angel, but I only bought this sh*t from you last time ’cause it was the only drugs you had with you that night? Eddy propped his fresh shaved head against a worn green sofa while preparing a spoon containing morphine. Aside from addiction Eddy was known for all his tattoos. He had white reptile-like skin with numerous amount of scars from fighting in gang wars. Eddy liked to reveal his diffident personality to others that passed him in the streets. Most of his scars and tattoos were obtained as a teenage gang member of the Dragons. The Dragons where known to rule the city papers with crime since the ‘80s, but Eddy never entertained them since he was a teen. Eddy’s friend, Mr. Li, found him an apartment close to work which wasn’t board-of-health worthy but it was all he could afford on a cabby’s salary. The efficiency had brown rugs stained and the walls were like that of a prison cell, pale and grease ridden.

Where’s your girlfriend tonight? Asked Angel. What was her name again, asked Vasquez smugly.

You mean, Pandora? Eddy returned.

Yes, that’s her. Angel was eluding to the lusty stripper, Pandora, whom Eddy had occasional sex with.

She’s still pole-dancing back at the bar and doesn’t get off until morning. Eddy remarked smartly. Vasquez eyes began to twitch as he patiently watched Eddy on the couch. Time seemed to be pressing on Vasquez’s consciousness. Finally, he sat down in an old easy-chair across from Eddy.

Vasquez, throw me a spike will you? Eddy thundered. He quickly pulled out a syringe from his leather jacket and handed it to Eddy.

Hey, replied Vasquez with attitude. You know you still owed me two hundred from the last week.

You’ll get the money by the end of the night, ‘ESE. Eddy barked then went back loading a syringe with dope.

"Damn, it’s only midnight?" Vasquez thought to himself then glimpsed down at his shabby Rolex.

Why so wired tonight? Eddy asked with concern.

I got to meet with Switchblade back at the bar. He continued shifting his eyes to a nearby window.

How much is the syndicate getting out of this deal? Asked Eddy. Vasquez began stroking his greasy-cropped curls.

Nothing, not a dime tonight. He replied.

Suddenly Vasquez rose by the window and stood there impatiently. He began to run his hands across the pained glass and then decided to lift up on the window until it was opened. A nightly breeze flew into the room and he quickly noticed the alleyways were empty.

Why are you by the window, Vasquez? Remarked Eddy.

You need some air in this room. He implied.

Although the moonlight revealed the trouble in Vasquez’s eyes, Eddy, didn’t sense anything wrong with him. Midst all his fears, Vasquez, felt the time was right to make profit with the new enticement. He strutted back towards the easy chair and sat down.

How would you like something different, you know, to get high on? Asked Vasquez. He began to search his coat pocket in a fit.

What, like the heroin that you gave me the other tonight? It’s not even dissolving. Cried Eddy.

It’s nothing you have ever done before. Vasquez spoke with devilish lips in an attempt to push the drug sale further. Eddy felt intrigued and tossed the heroin aside.

"Well what do