Kylie had been at all the stalls, peeked between groups of people, fruits and meat, but couldn't find Mae, nor her father anywhere.
Kylie's breath hitched, her eyes widened. She couldn't feel her feet anymore. It was like walking on painful bricks.
Somewhere far to the left, a bell rang in the icy air and people flocked like sheep around the source of the sound.
The market place was soon a lot more empty.
Kylie frowned but decided to follow the sheep. Maybe Mae would be there.
"Nathaniel Clearence Smith, you are hereby sentenced to death by the guilloitine for whoredoms and piracy. Mark the day 14th of November as it will be your last," a short man with curly white hair proclaimed, partly to the audience and the trapped man with his head hanging.
He was standing on a platform at the center of the market place, propped with an incredibly tall wooden construction.
How had Kylie missed to see this?
Some people were shouting at the man trapped in the guilloitine - shouting awful things.
Kylie watched in horror as the white haired man stepped to the side and let the masked executioner take over.
Nathaniel looked like a young man with his hair drenched in sweat hanging over his eyes. He looked terrified... of course he was.
The hooded executioner placed a braiden basket in front of his head, but before he got to release the gigantic blade onto the convict's neck, Kylie screamed.
Everyone turned to Kylie, even the crammed-positioned Nathaniel lifted his head.
"This isn't right!" Kylie began to push herself through the crowd and stepped onto the platform.
Everyone wondered what she was doing, even Kylie herself, but she couldn't restrain herself.
She was a fighter for people's rights.
The white haired man was shocked.
"You can't just kill a man in public like this! Do you even have evidence for what he has done?"
"Well I have never! There are plenty enough evidence as it is. Now, step down immideately or I will have you arrested!" The white haired man was red and shook with anger. A woman interrupting an execution? Never!
Kylie was about to give him a good piece of her mind when a familiar voice erupted from the crowd.
"No! No need to arrest her, Sir!" Mae ran up to the platform with her arms wailing, and grabbed Kylie by the shoulders when she got close enough.
"Let me go!" Kylie struggled to whip off Mae's hands by twisting and turning violently in every direction.
"She's not familiar with how we practice things around here, Sir. Please don't arrest her!" Mae begged.
"Then get her off the stage!" The man roared with a hand in the air.
Mae nodded rapidly and started dragging Kylie to the platform's edge.
Kylie grunted and fought while they walked, but Mae didn't give up.
"You'll regret this!" Kylie shouted in Mae's ear and accidentally punched Mae in the side which caused her to almost lose her breath.
YOU ARE READING
Kylie Jenner: Fighting the 1800s
FanfictionThe glorious 1800s. When makeup was created by toxic berries and unknown chemicals. When witches were burnt at the stake (in secret), and executions were made public. And when families shared the same tub of hot water. Ever wondered how it would be...
