Post by PhedraOriana on Jun 13, 2012 1:45:26 GMT -8
The darkness was disrupted by a shaft of light as a door was thrown open. Heavy boots marched down the hall purposefully headed for their owners destination. The swish of cloth could barely be heard above the tread of boots as an arm rose with a slight jingle.
He listened as water droplets fell around him making him shiver at the reminder of his unquenchable thirst. How long had it been since he'd last tasted water or felt its blessed relief.
Iron bit into his wrists as he pulled as close to the wall as he could, his fingers unable to find purchase in the smooth walls or a place to hide.
Glowing eyes watched as the figure was pulled roughly from its room as the boots returned to where they came from. They knew the day had finally come and the hope died from their eyes as the metal door clanged shut behind them.
The walk was one of silence as his pleas would do nothing to stop his fate now. He was forced into a room where the iron was pulled from his wrists and smaller ones took their place.
The pulling began once again to a door on the far side of the room. His first sight of the outside nearly blinded him as the rising sun made its appearance over the distance mountains.
Cheers sounded all around him even though they sounded forced and sorrowful underneath. The false cheer was evident even as he walked past them. No one wanted to be there but they had to be.
Rising before him a contraption made of wood and stone it loomed in the sight of the glaring sun. The air seemed permeated with horror as the march continued forward. The steps rose before him as he was forced up them.
The uneven stairs tripped him halfway up and he barely caught himself before he was forced further up by the man behind him.
At the top he was turned to face those in front of him. Watching the tears falling from the eyes of his people...the ones he couldnt save now. He wondered how many of them would die before finding their freedom or if they would only find freedom in their deaths.
As a deep voice began speaking words that were his supposed crimes almost gleefully he turned his face up to the skies. He hoped in that moment that someone somewhere out there would continue his life's work and save his people.
He felt the presence beside him as the cloth was pulled over his eyes cutting off his final view of his people. The rope ground into his shoulders as they settled it, and so he took one last breath as the time came.
Never would he regret what he'd done he couldnt stand seeing his people suffer...he'd tried to help them, and now they are on their own, he had failed.
The crowd grew silent seconds before the floor moved and gravity stopped for half a second as death arrived. The crowd cried out in fear as the rope bit into the neck of their last hope stealing it from them forever.
As the prisoner stopped moving the executionet and the garrison commander laughed at the anguished cries and hopelessness of the people far and wide.
Written on 06/08/2012
He listened as water droplets fell around him making him shiver at the reminder of his unquenchable thirst. How long had it been since he'd last tasted water or felt its blessed relief.
Iron bit into his wrists as he pulled as close to the wall as he could, his fingers unable to find purchase in the smooth walls or a place to hide.
Glowing eyes watched as the figure was pulled roughly from its room as the boots returned to where they came from. They knew the day had finally come and the hope died from their eyes as the metal door clanged shut behind them.
The walk was one of silence as his pleas would do nothing to stop his fate now. He was forced into a room where the iron was pulled from his wrists and smaller ones took their place.
The pulling began once again to a door on the far side of the room. His first sight of the outside nearly blinded him as the rising sun made its appearance over the distance mountains.
Cheers sounded all around him even though they sounded forced and sorrowful underneath. The false cheer was evident even as he walked past them. No one wanted to be there but they had to be.
Rising before him a contraption made of wood and stone it loomed in the sight of the glaring sun. The air seemed permeated with horror as the march continued forward. The steps rose before him as he was forced up them.
The uneven stairs tripped him halfway up and he barely caught himself before he was forced further up by the man behind him.
At the top he was turned to face those in front of him. Watching the tears falling from the eyes of his people...the ones he couldnt save now. He wondered how many of them would die before finding their freedom or if they would only find freedom in their deaths.
As a deep voice began speaking words that were his supposed crimes almost gleefully he turned his face up to the skies. He hoped in that moment that someone somewhere out there would continue his life's work and save his people.
He felt the presence beside him as the cloth was pulled over his eyes cutting off his final view of his people. The rope ground into his shoulders as they settled it, and so he took one last breath as the time came.
Never would he regret what he'd done he couldnt stand seeing his people suffer...he'd tried to help them, and now they are on their own, he had failed.
The crowd grew silent seconds before the floor moved and gravity stopped for half a second as death arrived. The crowd cried out in fear as the rope bit into the neck of their last hope stealing it from them forever.
As the prisoner stopped moving the executionet and the garrison commander laughed at the anguished cries and hopelessness of the people far and wide.
Written on 06/08/2012