[ WP ] A man is sentenced to two-hundred years in prison . Thanks to medical progress , he lives to serve out his term .

His brow was heavily wrinkled, his hair an off-white halo. 
 
 The sun seemed too bright on his face, and he shielded himself from it. He made a motion to turn around, but the guards turned him around again. 
 
 Freedom. Something he had dreamt of for so long, but now that it was hear it was more horrible than his original punishment. 
 
 He deserved all of the years he had gotten, probably more. He was brash, cocky, and thought himself to be invincable in his youth. He had played fast and loose, cars, drugs, money, and women. 
 
 When Rick had welcomed him into the fold, he was flattered slightly. Moving on from a part-time drug dealing gig to the pros was just what his ego needed. He ran a tight ship, his dealers were loyal, and he was moving things incredibly fast. 
 
 Ashley was a means to an end. He cleaned up pretty nicely, really. All it took was a few spotty appearances at the local Baptist church and the senator's daughter was putty in his hands. A few weeks of courtship, hand-holding, it was easy. He paused only shortly before he killed her. The small sobbing hiccup is what got him the most. He was furious after that. He made sure to make her virtually unrecognizable so he did n't have to see her face. 
 
 He hunched over himself at the bus stop. He had the name of a half-way house that was to serve as a temporary jail. He did n't like it. Too many people. Too much noise. 
 
 He smiled to himself, as he saw a simple suit and tie laid out for him in his room. He made the knot jerkily, almost forgetting the movement after so long. He placed the knot around his head, and stepped off the chair. 
 
 He was quiet now. He had peace.
