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(So I don't get in trouble there is some strong language in here so be warned, but there will be trigger warnings in the beginning.)
He currently didn't know who or what was chasing him, but he knew if he stopped running he wouldn't live another second.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"
Johnathan mumbled angrily getting out of breath. He always knew everyone hated him but he didn't expect this. His mind started to wonder but before he could snap back he heard a bunch of footsteps trailing closer to him.
He jumped behind a bunch of bushes. He then saw the entire village run past him with pitchforks and torches. A few stopped to look around and see if anything was off but then continued on to the rest of the group.
He sighed out of relief and turned to run another direction. But before he knew it he heard someone yell.
" THERE HE IS, HES GOING THAT WAY,"
Johnathan was caught off guard and tried to run faster but half of the group ran in front of him and he ended up being surrounded.
Before he knew it he was being dragged back to the village with torn up clothes and brought to town square where everything was set up.
He was soon shirtless and chained up to a post. First the king came up and brought out a dagger. With said dagger he cut off the skin of his forearm.
One by one everyone came up and either cut off skin or a limb. Johnathan soon became so lightheaded from all the blood loss he started hallucinating everything else that was happening.
Everyone then came to a vote on how they would officially end his reign of terror. They all decided that burning at the stake was the was to go.
Everyone then went around to search for things that were flammable and would make the flames go higher.
After everything was gathered and set up. The king was given a flaming torch. Everyone stood back as not to be engulfed in the flames. The king then lowered the torch and the flames spread faster than expected.
Johnathan screamed in agony.
This isn't what he wanted.
He didn't want to be the bad guy.
He was just trying to help.
He didn't mean for this to happen.
Nobody understood why he suddenly stopped screaming and looked blankly at the flames engulfing him.
He then smiled.
"I'll be back, and next time you won't get to kill me again."
Johnathan soon then passed out from blood loss and never woke up again.
What the village didn't expect was his last words to come true.
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