A public whipping (open)
Oct 9, 2012 14:48:15 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Oct 9, 2012 14:48:15 GMT -5
This thread is continuing Kales/Jacks/Sempers thread. The public whipping is open to a max of three new players (one of them Kay). There will be no posting order but let's give at least two other players the chance to post.
The closer we get to the market square the weaker my knees get until I can barely walk. But our guard has no mercy, which is understandable since Devroux shot him and I attacked him with a pan. I guess it's our damn faul what is awaiting us now. We should have known better than to try and fight against a man, who is the law, no matter if it's just or not.
White as snow I step onto the large square that has four posts on the side near the justice building. As my eyes wander up its columns I remember vividly when Noreen got taken their, our last moments together, the desperation and fear and how I got gunned down. All these feelings flood me when I get pushed against the cold wood of the whipping post. There's still dried blood on the pavement beneath it and I shiver at the sight.
What the peace keeper announces scares the living daylights out of me even though I know it would come. He'll beat Devroux senseless and make me watch. I can barely controll my breathing when my friend gets tied up but keep my face as emotionless as I can.
When our eyes, mine and my friends, meet I mouth. "Be strong."
Secretly I hope he will pass out soon, maybe the beating he got earlier will help him and he's already half way there.
Closing my eyes I feel the rope around my wrists so tight that there is no use in trying to run. With my face against the wood I think about better times, happier times, when Devroux and I were out in the woods exploring and getting to know each other.
I'm afraid my attempt will be futile but I still try. "Listen to me, officer. Just take one moment to think about my words. This man has always been good to me, a loyal friend, who was there for me when I needed him. He's never taken anything that wasn't offered and never harmed anybody. Where is the crime in being friends with somebody like that? As far as I know everybody is free to choose their friends. Hasn't he paid enough for whatever he's done?"
I try to get a glimpse of the man's face. Maybe I caused some sort of thought.
The closer we get to the market square the weaker my knees get until I can barely walk. But our guard has no mercy, which is understandable since Devroux shot him and I attacked him with a pan. I guess it's our damn faul what is awaiting us now. We should have known better than to try and fight against a man, who is the law, no matter if it's just or not.
White as snow I step onto the large square that has four posts on the side near the justice building. As my eyes wander up its columns I remember vividly when Noreen got taken their, our last moments together, the desperation and fear and how I got gunned down. All these feelings flood me when I get pushed against the cold wood of the whipping post. There's still dried blood on the pavement beneath it and I shiver at the sight.
What the peace keeper announces scares the living daylights out of me even though I know it would come. He'll beat Devroux senseless and make me watch. I can barely controll my breathing when my friend gets tied up but keep my face as emotionless as I can.
When our eyes, mine and my friends, meet I mouth. "Be strong."
Secretly I hope he will pass out soon, maybe the beating he got earlier will help him and he's already half way there.
Closing my eyes I feel the rope around my wrists so tight that there is no use in trying to run. With my face against the wood I think about better times, happier times, when Devroux and I were out in the woods exploring and getting to know each other.
I'm afraid my attempt will be futile but I still try. "Listen to me, officer. Just take one moment to think about my words. This man has always been good to me, a loyal friend, who was there for me when I needed him. He's never taken anything that wasn't offered and never harmed anybody. Where is the crime in being friends with somebody like that? As far as I know everybody is free to choose their friends. Hasn't he paid enough for whatever he's done?"
I try to get a glimpse of the man's face. Maybe I caused some sort of thought.