Oc Stories

Trial Of Life {Normal AU}

Trigger warning for execution by hanging. Going through memories and just. Sad shit really.
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"You will be executed at dawn. I hope you have enjoyed your life up to this moment, Hoshimi. It won't last any longer."
Simon stares blankly at the Lord infront of him, his hands tied behind his back, his face expressionless "Goodbye."
He allows himself to be dragged out of the hall, down the stairs and to be shoved down onto the floor in the cellar dungeons.
His body hitting the ground with a thud, wincing and looking up at the guards who lock the gate. Laugh and tell him he better pray. Before leaving.
The only light source the candle outside of the cell and the TINY barred window.
This was it.
He couldn't escape.
He just couldn't.
He takes a deep heavy breath, sitting up and scooting back, leaning against the wall and looking around.
"... It's okay..." he tells himself, his voice hushed.
He slowly closes his eyes, tilting his head up and sighing loudly, slowly reopening them, blinking.
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"MAMA! MAMA BAXTER HID TRIFLE!" Colby wails, rubbing his eyes as he runs up to the young brown haired woman, she had such a kind smile and eyes full of love as she scooped the young boy up off his feet, kissing his cheek.
"NO I DID NOT! I SWEAR ROBIN!" Baxter whines, stumbling over, clearly struggling to see.
This was before he went fully blind.
"TRIFLE IS GONE!" Colby wails.
Simon raises an eyebrow, but still had an expressionless face, blank of anything. His scarf covering the bottom half of his face, carefully picking Trifle up off of the floor "... Here..." he whispers.
Colby gasps and screeches happily, the cat purring as soon as he's placed in the young boys arms.
"THANKS PAPA!" he squeals excitedly, hugging Robin and Trifle.
Robin smiles slightly, her cheeks flushing pink as she makes eye contact with him, the smile dropping slightly as Simon quickly looks away.
He still noticed.
"... Thank you, Simon."
"..." he nods, glancing at her for a moment.
Before quickly making his way out of the room, rubbing his chest, his heart pounding and cheeks red, quickly hiding his face with his scarf.
He fell for her faster than lightning.
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Simon smiles sadly, wincing as he goes through the memories in his head, taxing the Scar on his cheek, wincing, but also smiling at the memory.
Even though it was a bad memory.
It was still a memory.
And now that he wasn't going to get out of this alive?
All memories meant something to him.
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He stumbles back as Harvey swings the dagger at him "Y-YOU KILLER- MURDERER- I'LL G-GET MY REVENGE YOU KILLED MY MAMA!"
Simon didn't say anything, his eyes wide as he glanced over at Robin who was being pulled away by Henry and Amaya, sobbing as she yells for Simon, terrified.
"YOU KILLED THE ONLY PERSON... THE O-ONLY PERSON WHO LOVED ME FOR WHO I WAS!" he screams, tears streaming down his face as he sobs loudly.
Colby was on the floor, his heart pounding as he slowly lifted himself up "HARVEY! PLEASE!"
"YOU... STOLE MY BROTHERS... YOU KILLED MY MOM... YOU... YOU'RE A M-MONSTER-" he yells out as he dives the dagger into Simons shoulder, but gasps as the bottom end of Simons sword hits him in the face, his body now limp and dropping to the floor.
Unconscious.
Simon let out a muffled grunt of pain as he rested his hand over his shoulder, removing his hand and looking at the wound, before looking down at Harvey.
Colby had crawled over to him, taking hold of his hand and sobbing into his chest.
"Why? W-why did you have t-to change?" he whispered, his voice shaky.
Simon let out a deep breath, before quickly catching Robin as she jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing, complete nonsense escaping her mouth, unclear as to what she was saying.
But he knew she was just checking on him.
He hesitantly hugs her, stroking her hair as he looks down at the unconscious boy and his brother.
"... I'm fine..."
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A few hours had passed, Simon was dragged out of his cell, his hands now infront of him, chained together, his black messy curls falling in his eyes as he hung his head, thinking back to the past, grunting as he's shoved up a few stairs, but then holding his head up high as soon as he gets to the top of the stairs, onto the small platform, his eyes widening slightly as he catches sight of the rope noose, his throat seemed to close off as he gulped, sweat rolling down his forehead.
He wasn't as scared as he thought he would be in all honesty.
Maybe he did deserve this?
He did, after all, kill a woman.
But that woman was a abusive cunt. Just like his father.
She had tried to kill Amaya. He was just defending himself and his 'sister' from that crazy woman, that was self defence.
But he did kill his step father.
He was accused of killing both his mothers. Even though it was quite obvious it wasn't him.
Someone had planted evidence that it was him. Therefore, everyone believes he did it. Especially since he ran away.
But Simon knew that they wouldn't trust a lost, abandoned, sad and quiet kid who apparently acted suspicious.
He wasn't cared for.
He was a burden.
And that's how he felt now as he was dragged towards the noose, people booing and throwing things his way, none of those hitting him however.
He spotted a rock.
Drawn on it was a bee.
A bee.
Colby.
Col-bee.
He lifted his head up, his eyes wide as he caught sight of a hooded figure in the crowd, quickly rushing away.
But the figure looked back over their shoulder, a sad smile on his face, tears streaming. Heartbroken sobs. His blue hair tied to the side. His makeup running.
'I'll look after her.'
He mouthed.
Before disappearing.
Simon seemed to calm down, his heart rate slowing, somehow, those words relaxed him.
Robin wouldn't suffer.
Colby would look after her.
Henry would look after her.
Christian would look after her.
Amaya would look after her.
She would be okay.
They'll all look after each other.
He tilted his head up as the rope was tied around his neck, his eyes losing their hope.
The skies a beautiful glow and mixture of yellows, blues and pink, going into a dark midnight sky. The stars somewhat becoming visible, the cold wind hitting his bare arms.
His rags dirty and disgusting, blood on the wooden floor.
He didn't seem to care though.
He held his head up high.
He wouldn't let them see him sad.
He wouldn't let anyone see him sad.
He'd stay strong to the very end.
He allowed the noose to tighten, closed his eyes.
He smiled.
He had a genuine happy smile on his face as he went through memories in his head.
He remembered meeting Robin.
He remembered making snowmen with Colby and Baxter, then having a snowball fight.
He remembered MJ being brought home.
He remembered Zee being born.
He.
He remembered the first kiss.
How soft her lips were, how gentle her touch was how perfect. Robin was.
He remembered her telling him not to ever forget her.
He opened his eyes.
"I won't forget."
And then.
He went.