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Her clammy hand could still feel the heavy wooden handle of the stainless steel butcher knife.Bent on revenge she entered her mother's bedroom.She stood over her like she was in a trance as she watched her sleep. Her mother was still an attractive blonde, because of her father's surgical expertise.She held the knife high over her head then plunged it in her mother's chest.As her mother's blue eyes opened briefly blood splattered the murderess in the face.She wiped the blood from her brow like it was sweat, then she drove the knife into her mother's chest with such force it cut through the bone.The only sound in the room was the scraping of metal against bone and the silent screams of the victim.
Suddenly Raven's recollection of that night was interrupted.“Do you have any last words?” asked the executioner. Raven Prescott the once a beautiful daughter of a plastic surgeon laid strapped to a flat metal bed on wheels.Her soft shinny red hair which grabbed the attention of everyone when she entered as it bounced and cascaded down her back now looked like dry tumbleweed. Her healthy curveaious five-foot nine body was gaunt and unappealing. Her flirtatious green eyes that once sparkled with enthusiasm, love, and dreams for the future appeared vacant of life. Raven's brother and father were there to witness the execution.They sat in disbelief, numb of emotions.There were also reporters in the room salivating like sharks hoping to hear a death bed confession.
“Ethan,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.
“Is there anything else,” the executioner asked.
She gently shook her head, no.
The warden gave the okay to proceed with the procedure.A doctor with a small syringe approached the table.He looked down at the thirty-five year old woman that was about to die. They made eye contact, he gently squeezed her wrist and gave her a reassuring smile. He administered three separated doses of medicine into small tub which had been inserted into a vein in her arm.She twitched a little then faded away.The doctor checked her for a pulse. When there was none present he pronounced that she was dead.