Jedtavius

Chapter 6

Jedediah ran out the door in a panic, how did he not register the yelling as a threat, or how he dismissed all the people who had come to him saying stuff. He was the one who had left him alone in the most homophobic section in the museum.

Just as Jazmin described the whole town was gathered in a circle, the ones inside the barricade and the ones on the outside. Some of Octavius's men were trying desperately to get to him but guns always beat sword, some were injured but non appeared to be dead.

There was also chanting.

"Melt the sin!!"

"Die Roman sinner!!!"

And somewhere in all of that there was faint cries from Octavius.

"Please! Stop!! Jedediah I'm sorry! Someone help!!"

For as long as Jedediah had known Octavius he had never asked for help. Jedediah knew he had to act.

He ran to the crowd and screamed.

"STOP!!!"

Everyone went quite and turned towards Jedediah. For the first time since he walked away Jedediah could see Octavius. He was stripped down, completely naked, tied to a pole, he was severely beaten and trying desperately to keep his head high. Under him was piles of paper rappers, pencil shavings, and woolen string. Next to the flammable pile was a mini lighter. Many men around Octavius were wearing his armour and in mocking positions as they faced me.

(POV Jedediah)
Then my eyes met Octavius's and I knew. He thought I had ordered this attack. He was looking at me with the desperation a slave would have to his murderous master. His face was full of fear for what I was about to say.

"I'm not the sheriff of this here town, nor the mayor, but I'm in charge of all the Cowboy gangs, and non of you got my specific permission to melt the Roman emperor. Release him at once!"

They all looked at each other nervously than the Friar spoke.

"But Jedediah, this here Roman's a homosexual, he's been among us for years spreading his sins to everyone, he brings the devil."

"I said release him, Now!!!"

More silence, I started walking into the crowd but the sheriff made a quick step towards me and shouted.

"No!!!"

Suddenly my own men were pushing me out and aiming guns at me. I was on the outside again, I could no longer see Octavius. The chanting continued.

"melt, Melt, MELT!!!!"

I could see the flam the lighter had created and than the scream.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

Octavius's cry shattered me to the bone, I screamed in response.

"Noooooooo!"

I had to act fast, I ran into the saloon, grabbed the nearest rope, knife, and blanket I could find and ran up all the stairs. I got to the roof. Some beams extended from the roof overhead to about where Octavius was. I carefully climb onto the beam.

From there I could see Octavius again. His feet and lower legs were already melded together into a waxy goop.

I attached one end of the rope to the very edge of the the beam, and I hung onto the other. What I was about to do would be very painful so I just jumped.

As I landed I managed to kick on guy away which bought me a few seconds. I raped the blanket around myself and dove into the rising flames.

The heat was so intense that I immediately felt my skin start to bubble and ooz. I had to stop focusing on the pain and start focusing on Octavius. I drew my knife and started cutting him free. Although museum pieces never lose consciousness, I could tell Octavius was out of it.

I managed to cut him free and dragged out of the flame. The crowd tried to stop us but I threw the flaming blanket at the ones next to us and I managed to get us out of the barricade. As soon as we exited that barricade the Romans and my loyalist men surrounded us. My feet were to melted now to walk to I collapsed. Our barricade picked us up and took us out of town towards the end of the diorama.

They set us down next to one another and then they split up, my men were watching over us incase the towns folk can trying to kill us, the Romans went to get the help of Sacagawea, teddy, or Larry.

So I lay next to Octavius who now had some of the Romans capes covering him. I rolled over to get a better look at him. Everything below his torso was solid now but unrecognizable as legs. His upper body was severely bruised. I don't know when I started but I eventually I realized that I was crying.

I couldn't take my anguish any longer and flung my body across his chest and started crying.