The Presumed Execution of Eric Roth

It’s the area in New York once known as Five Points, a sunken ghetto with a history of untenable violence covered up by white cement. It’s here an angry mob is kept at bay by an army of federal cops and NYPD’s finest. The two million strong, near riotous collection of United States citizenry, stretches down Perry St and Worth, filled in the streets around Columbus Park stopped traffic on Canal and pours over into Brooklyn down both the nearby bridges.

They rave behind blue barricades. They scream in unison, “blood for blood.”

Everyone is hoping for the best.

None expect it.

The crowd’s energy is palpable and the noise raucous.

Their chant vibrates the windows in the federal court building. The same place, just last week, where Eric Roth was declared guilty of espionage.  

Eric Roth stood his trial stoically. He had become an untenable public hero. And all this before he was even eighteen years old.

He was a genius from the Riverdale neighborhood in the Bronx. A self taught hacker and grey-man. His father, a political science professor at Fordham, trained him in covert tactics before dying two years ago on a research tip to Russia.

Some thought he sent his son the bulk of the information he used to bring to light a corrupt cabal’s intentions.

He could have buried it. He could have sent it to someone else in authority.

Instead he strengthened what his dad sent him with pictures and video and now the people of New York wait for the verdict that will decide the remainder of the young hero’s life.

Eric lived with his Mom and baby sister on the ninth floor of the Kenneth Lee building on Riverdale Ave.

He made his claims online under the name The_Shadow and he was probably right. He posted pictures had recorded a voice conversation that’s nuance suggested a conspiracy to fake a war between Russia and the USA was at foot and all for the benefit of a few ultra rich patrons.

But millions were in jeopardy of being brutally killed.

The worst part of the tape was the portion of the recorded conversation that went, “the world is too overpopulated anyway. You bomb Detroit we bomb Grozny. We bomb Syria you bomb Israel.  Tit for tat and together we shrink the world’s population by a few hundred million end the war and send our kids to live in utopic and a happier future.”

The American president’s voice was unmistakable.

All was denied, proof was given, charges brought up on Young Eric and now, today, was the day many hoped to  save young Eric’s life.

But maybe this was too big to turn the course on.

Its starts out a whisper.

Death.

He got death.

They are going to kill Eric Roth.

The frenetic tumult builds steadily until it shakes the very cement buildings around them. People forced to stand and wait on the brooklyn bridge said they felt the one-hundred and sixty-eight year old structure sway in response.

Witness will one day say the vibrancy was painful.

The crowd surges forward. The crack of assault rifles echo. Blood spills and screams echo, but neither still the lust of the riot. The courthouse is breached. Men in uniforms are ripped to pieces.

Vital fluids flow liberally.

And this is only a beginning.

Eric Roth was removed from the courthouse through an underground tunnel before the sentencing announcement was made.

He will be killed.

A video of the execution will be leaked.

And ironically his death will start the very war he had hoped to prevent.

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Author: Bryan Aiello

I call NYC home and wish the subway went everywhere and Times Square didn't suck. I saw John Turturro once. Maybe it was him. He was wearing a yellow shirt and smiled at me like he knew I knew. I am an Army vet who writes. I like characters who want more then they deserve. I like genre fiction. I love space. I love paladins. One day I might write a paladin in space story. Just you wait. The university of South Florida spit me out with a degree in creative writing and I find myself questioning the sanity of going to a school that advertises a fake beach on its brochure ever since. I intuit grammar. I Got married in 2012 We had twins in 2015. I do a lot of cooking and dog walking and ranting about the unfairness of sentience. You can follow me on Twitter: @bryaiello Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/BryanAiello My Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/Voyage_of_Roadkill/ My Reddit profile: https://www.reddit.com/user/Voyage_of_Roadkill/ Like my work? Become a patron at: https://www.patreon.com/BryanAiello

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