[FEAR STREET X OCS]
"The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow."
All Reyes ever wanted was simple; defeat Sunnyvale, reunite her two best friends who had been torn apart by misunderstandings, and maybe, just maybe, convinc...
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XXI. fier
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"The penalty for practicing witchcraft is death by hanging!" Elijah's voice boomed over the gathered crowd, each word dripping with fervour as if he were trying to purify the air itself of what he deemed unholy. His eyes glared at Sarah and Hannah, their bound hands trembling as they stood beneath the ominous shadow of the Hanging Tree.
They had reached the place of execution, where the twisted, ancient branches seemed to loom like the hands of death itself. The crowd jeered and screamed, their faces twisted with hate and fear. Shouts of 'hang them!" And 'burn the witches!" Tore through the air, a frenzy of voices eager to see blood spill. Clara stood among them, feeling as though her chest might collapse from the horror. It was all too much, too cruel.
"Confess!" Elijah bellowed, stepping closer to the girls with eyes wild, his voice slicing through the noise. "Confess your sins or burn in eternal hell! Confess! Confess!"
Both girls flinched, and Clara's heart shattered for them. She wanted to cover her ears, to close her eyes, but she couldn't look away. The urge to run away overtook her, but she felt a steadying presence beside her. Thomas. He reached for her, wrapping his arms around her as if to shield her from the nightmare unfolding in front of them. She clutched onto him, feeling the tremor of his own suppressed rage.
"Thomas." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "It wasn't them. It was Solomon."
"I know." He murmured, his words laced with sorrow. "But I can't do anything to change their minds. No one can."
Clara pressed her hands to her ears, trying to drown out the crowd's hateful chants. Thomas covered her hands with his, his touch gentle, but the mob's cries still seeped through, a relentless assault on her senses.
Then, a voice rose above the crowd, piercing the chaos.
"I confess!" Sarah's voice cracked as she shouted, her defiant tone trembling with desperation. "I walked with the devil!"
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Clara's heart wrenched as she saw Sarah's eyes brimming with tears, her voice unsteady yet brave.
"No! She's lying!" Hannah cried; her voice frantic. But Elijah swiftly wrapped his arm around her mouth, silencing her struggle.
