Lady Luck(Green Mile fanic re-write)

(pt.3) THE CHIEF'S EXECUTION

THE BOOK WILL INCLUDE:
-MENTION RAPE AND MURDER, AND IT WILL BE TALKED ABOUT.
-DEADLY ILLNESS
-INFECTIONS
-BLOOD
-ATTEMPTED MURDER
-VIOLENCE
-INAPPROPRIATE WORDS (ONE OF THEM BEING THE N-WORD)
-ANIMAL ABUSE
-THE MENTIONING OF BROKEN BONES
-PERCY WETMORE

IF ANYTHING YOU JUST READ MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.
PLEASE IF ANYTHING YOU READ MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DONT READ THIS BOOK I DONT WANT TO BE BLAMED FOR YOU BEING TRIGGERED

Thank you, now on to the story!
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(pt.3) THE CHIEF'S EXECUTION
(Y/n Willows p.o.v)

It was time for the execution of Arlen Bitterbuck, in reality no chief but first elder of his tribe on the Washita Reservation, and a member of the Cherokee Council as well. He had killed a man while drunk, while both of them were drunk, in fact. The Chief had crushed the man's head with a cement block. At issue had been a pair of boots.

Visiting hours for most Cold Mountain prisoners were as rigid as steel beams, but that didn't hold for our boys on E Block. So, Bitterbuck was allowed over to the long room adjacent to the cafeteria, the Arcade. It was divided straight down the middle by mesh interwoven with strands of barbed wire. Here The Chief would visit with his second wife and those of his children who would still treat with him. It was time for the good-byes. He was taken over there by Bill Dodge and two other floaters. The rest of us had work to do, one hour to cram in at least two rehearsals. Three if we could manage it.

Percy didn't make much protest over being put in the switch room with Jack Van Hay for the Bitterbuck electrocution, he was too green to know if he was being given a good spot or a bad one. What he did know was that he had a rectangular mesh window to look through, and although he probably didn't care to be looking at the back of the chair instead of the front, he would still be close enough to see the sparks flying.

Right outside that window was a black wall telephone with no crank or dial on it. That phone could only ring in, and only from one place the governor's office. I've seen lots of jailhouse movies over the years where the official phone rings just as they're getting ready to pull the switch on some poor innocent sap, but ours never rang during all my years on E Block, never once. In the movies, salvation is cheap. So is innocence. You pay a quarter, and a quarter's worth is just what you get. Real life costs more, and most of the answers are different.

We had a tailor's dummy down in the tunnel for the run to the meatwagon, and we had Old Toot-Toot for the rest. Over the years, Toot had somehow become the traditional standin for the condemned, as time-honored in his way as the goose you sit down to on Christmas, whether you like goose or not. Most of the other screws liked him, were amused by his funny accent, also French, but Canadian rather than Cajun, and softened into it's own thing by his years of incarceration in the South. Even Brutal got a kick out of Old Toot. I had to admit so did I, but not so much Paul, found him quite annoying actually.

We were all there for the rehearsal, just as we would all be there for the main event. Brutus Howell had been "put out," as we said, which meant that he would place the cap, monitor the governor's phone-line, summon the doctor from his place by the wall if he was needed, and give the actual order to roll on two when the time came. If it went well, there would be no credit for anyone. If it didn't go well, Brutal would be blamed by the witnesses and I would be blamed by the warden. Neither of us complained about this, it wouldn't have done any good. The world turns, that's all. You can hold on and turn with it, or stand up to protest and be spun right off.

Dean, Harry Terwilliger, and Paul walked down to The Chief's cell for the first rehearsal not three minutes after Bill and his troops had escorted Bitterbuck off the block and over to the Arcade. The cell door was open, and Old Toot-Toot sat on The Chief's bunk, his wispy white hair flying. "There come-stains all over dis sheet," Toot-Toot remarked. "He mus' be tryin to get rid of it before you fellas boil it off." And he cackled.