Hidden Meanings

Wereworld: Hector's Excution [One-shot]

Well. I've been reading Wereworld lately, its a really good series. I'm on book five out of six. One character I really depise is Hector...and Vincent. The only ones I hate more are Ibal and...uh, what is his name...Ghul? Yeah, Ghul and Deadeye. Anyhoo~Since I REALLY HATE Hector, I'm doing his death! Yay for me!

I'm also in this 'cause I wanna scream for his death.

Baron Hector of Baronmire tugged uselessly at the chains attached his wrists. He hated people sometimes-he really did. These people found Queen Amelia's dead body with his dagger stuck in her skull and raced down to get him. To get him, a person they had trusted.

And here Hector was, chained before him. Him being the Bearlord, Lord Bergan of Bracklehome.

"Want do you want, old man?"Hector spat at the Werebear.

Bergan shook his massive head. "Oh, Brenn help us, Hector, you were such a good boy..."His gaze fell on Hector's left hand-the one that had taken the death of many.

And the one that gave him a title to fear-Blackhand. Ever since killing his brother on accident, Hector had a Vincent-vile always hissing in his ear. Whenever Hector could and wanted to, Hector would flick the blackened hand to someone, and the vile would choke the life from them.

I thought you had no one to fear, brother, the vile hissed, but here you are, chained before Bergan.

Hector growled, but said nothing. Bergan stared down upon him. "Did you murder Count Vega, the pirate prince, the Sharklord?"

"Yes."Oh, Count Vega's murder. Hector remembered his hands tying around the Wereshark's neck, and tossing him overboard his own ship. To his surprise, Hector started laughing.

"Do you think chaining me will do anything? I am Blackhand! I murdered Drew Ferran's mother, Slotha, and many more!"

Hector swore he heard someone's eye twitch.

"I say kill him! Or at least chop off that left hand of his!" Someone female screamed.

Bergan gazed over his shoulder, and sighed. "Lady Tess, you shouldn't even be watching this!"

"Lady Gretchen and Whitley let me." A brown haired girl appeared at his shoulder, but Hector could've easily mistaked her as Whitley besides those cold frost-grey eyes.

She wore a green cloak that had a broach that looked like an Eagle on it. The cloak had a hood, and a gray belt, two daggers and knifes attached to it. Judging by her look, Hector guessed she had more on her.

"As I said, I say kill him,"She spat, drawing out a knife and jabbing it at him, "He killed Vega!"

"Hector..."Another female voice made the Boarlord jerk his head. A red-haired girl stood in the crowd, her emerald green eyes narrowing.

"G-Gretchen?"His jaw dropped at the sight of his firey cousin.

At her name, she snarled, her lips curling back to reveal her teeth. "I don't want my name to come from a mouth like yours."

So the Fox shows itself...Vincent mused.

Tess scowled again, withdrawing into the crowd then re-appearing by Gretchen's side. On the other side of Gretchen...

A greencloak. Dark brown eyes peered out, strands of dark brown hair flickering in her face. At the sight of her, Hector's throat dryed out. If Whitley was here...that meant...

"Bergan, this is mad." Someone announced, stepping out of the crowd.

Bergan sighed at Drew Ferran. "Drew, you have no idea how many murders he commited-"