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P:EG - Desmond Hall's Execution - 6 hundreds and 66 Shots

Requested by: me

Notes: This execution is base on a theory where Desmond accidentally someone.

No one has ever seen Desmond in a panicked state like this before.

The marksman was place on a target-colored plate form, the collar that brought him to his fate still around him as the chain hanged from the ceiling. A black screen and multiple targets in front of him. Looking around in a panic, looking for an escape.

The screen showed "You have to hit all the targets, but, you have only 666 chances. Grab the bow"

And Desmond felt like he had to listen. For his life, to survive. As if, hitting the targets would save him.

Picking up the bow, he's pull back, and directly hit the first target. The arrow count depleting to 665. He understood it. He would continue shooting each target with a flurry of arrows, more targets appearing, until targets started appearing with..

Living animals nailed to them.

Desmond shook, slightly hesitant, almost resisting until he saw the outside ring of the target platform fall into the abyss. Right after that, he raised the bow and shot at the target with a dog pinned to it, hearing it's cry.

He'd continue hitting the targets, moving or not, pinned or not, hearing animal's cries and screams as he continued, he never wanted to hurt anything in his life, yet here he is.

The more and more he shot, the faster the targets would go, still a easy speed for the ultimate's marksman could do at first, but soon it went faster, and faster..

At the last arrow. The target platform has shrunken to just to middle of it, and the target, pinned with a black cat, would go as a speed no human can hit. And thus, when the marksman tried to hit it..

It missed

Looking up in utter fear as the text on the screen boomed "0 out of 666". Tears streaming down Desmond's fearful face, his legs shaking, a feeling he never felt. And then.

The last platform fell.

Left the hang, getting scared fast, Desmond would try to pull the collar from the chain off his neck, trying to get some air in, his legs dangling above the former platforms, his breathing slowing down.

Such a great desperation to escape, a chance to redeeming himself, hopeless pleads and cries, as he couldn't do it anymore.

Soon enough, he stopped breathing, and left limp, hung. As the text beemed "Fail."