The Darkside

Raven

Raven sighed.

Perhaps Cath was his friend, but even he had to admit that this executioner business was getting old.

Not that he was complaining too much. But an executioner could kill people in other ways than beheading, though.

And that seemed to be all Cath wanted to do. Guilty, guilty, guilty. Off with their heads!

It was boring and an insult to his executioner's pride, to be honest.

Sure, it was nice to have a job again, but he was bored.

Not to mention the fact that his best friend was dead.

His second friend had gone mad.

And his third...

"Off with her head!"

Raven sighed again, stood up, and walked over to Mary Ann, the most recent victim of Cath's.

She was probably innocent of her accused crime, but what did it matter? His queen had given an order.

He lifted his double-bladed ax. Mary Ann whimpered.

"Wait!" Cath shouted. The king cowered back in his throne beside her. Raven believed he was starting to understand just whom he married. "Not here." Cath ordered. "Outside, in the square."

Raven nodded, and walked out the doors. He stood waiting as Mary Ann was dragged out by soldiers dressed in red, pure red.

Cath hated the color white now. A pity, really. Jest had loved it.

Raven lifted the ax once again, then brought it down.

So... what'cha all think? I'm really enjoying this... *evil face* Adios, muchachos, for now!