Wow. I don't know what to think anymore. My face remains apathetic as I'm tugged through the streets of Shore-Meadow, through all the rich dumbasses. Trash and insults are thrown at me, even so, I remain faceless. I sigh, and I'm wearing a clean red t-shirt and my awesome jacket today, only for it to get dirty. I was right, the last two days with Autumn were surely the worse. The walk itself to the public execution quarter of this sector is roughly about twenty maybe thirty minutes, an hour if I were to resist. But let's face it, I'm not bothered to resist the inevitable. We all know I'm going to die sooner or later, why not make it today? With a guillotine. I lick my dry lips as I imagine the large silver blade slicing through the bruised flesh at my neck in one go. I relish the image of my body tissue, bones and cells being ripped and pierced until the point that my head is off before I know it. I fanaticise at the image of the expressionless mask on my face that is plastered on my decapitated head and the red stained clothes and torn flesh.
Before I know it we stood in front of a large stage, that has a tall wooden podium, a couple dozen seats that are lined at the pack and finally the guillotine. I swallow the lump in my throat and continue to drag my feet to the stage that is surrounded by barriers, officers and guards with various weapons such as guns, blades, swords and even riot shields... wow, damn rich people are so extra. I sigh as I am forced to rest my head in between the headlock. My arms are tied behind my back, I sigh in relief. Finally they're serious. I'm just glad that I can finally die. Finally I'm going to die as Wolf, not the boy I was all those years ago that would hug and cry in the body of his deceased mother's mangled corpse, but as the infamous serial killer that would laugh at all the helpless sheep that grovelled at my feet as I would smash their skulls mercilessly. I wonder if the pack are going to watch my public execution, I smirk as the judge, monarch and Autumn stand on my left and introduce the whole case, call me a mongrel, shame me ya know, the usual. I don't bother glaring at them, I'll save my glares for them in the non-existent hell practically everyone believes in.
"Wolf. Do you have anything to say?" the Monarch raises an eyebrow as I nod, Autumn shoots me a warning glare which I return with a smirk. I cough gaining the crowds attention, the cameras flash at me and temporarily blinds me, I chuckle slightly at all the idiotic people that came to witness my death first hand and gain any kind of information on me.
"YO!" I start off casually, the entire area goes silent, I shoot a pointed look at Autumn who scowls at me, I smirk back, "SO YEAH I'M WOLF! YEP THE CRAZY GUY THAT HAS HEARTLESS KILLED ALL THOSE PEOPLE! ANYWAYS I DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT THAT! WHAT I WANTED TO SAY..." I pause mid-sentence and scan the crowd for any familiar faces, my smirk slightly falters as I notice that they're not there, "WHAT I WANTED TO SAY IS... FUCK THE WORLD! FUCK THE GOVERNMENT! THE GODS AND EVERYONE ELSE! FUCK ALL OF THEM AND BE YOU! BE YOU AND ONLY YOU! WE DON'T NEED ANY DOUBLE-YOUS IN THIS DUMBASS COUNTRY! STOP WASTING YOU'RE LIVES ON OTHER SHITTY PEOPLE AND LIVE YOUR LIFE DOING WHAT YOU WANT TO! DON'T BE BINDED BY THOSE RULES IDIOTS LIKE AUTUMN THROW AT YOU! AFTERALL LOOK WHERE THAT GOT ME! ON THE VERGE OF DEATH AND NO REGRETS! LET ME REITTERATE- FUCK EVERYONE! FUCK AUTUMN! BE YOUR-FUCKING-SELF!!" I smirk, Autumn casually walks up to me and kicks me across the face with his white pair of boots. The smirk on my face doesn't falter, it won't falter, it can't.
"Shut up and listen you brat." He spits and walks back to his original place. The three men continue to talk about honour and respect and other BS. I groan in annoyance,
"How long are you going to talk for? Can't you just kill me then talk more? Or is this some kind of torture method? Are you trying to kill me of boredom?" I moan, the three important men shoot me a pointed glare which I return, "Hurry up and kill me." I state and look into the crowd. So they didn't come after all, I sigh as the men continue blabbering about nonsense that no one really cares about. Honestly I'm pretty sure people are here to watch my head be torn off not listen to some boring ass speech about this damned country,
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Instinct
HorrorA story about blood, deception, family and murder and the one teen at the centre of it all. Wolf has never been able to see colour. Only red. Red has surrounded his grey life and he found a comfort in the shade of crimson. Join Wolf and his pack as...
