Heart shaped Skulls

The Execution Begans

~Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I WILL fear no evil~

Like a cold stone, The Executer's block. Crusted with blood. Matted with brain matter and life's resolve. Dressed in dark and foreboding garb would the Executer stand with axe in hand as the sun casted its gloomy ray of light against the steel blade. I could feel the erie creep of death inching up my spine as I clenched my eyes tightly earning blotches of colors behind the eyelids. Then a cold hand, that held the grip of death like a sword softly clasped onto my upper forearm. In fear I pried my eyes open. I had almost forgotten when the two shots were fired I had thrown my beaten and bruised body under the table. Cowaring like I had in my younger years when my father was in a haphazard mood. My brother, hair thrown about like it was swept up in a hurricane. Eyes wide open full with sympathy, a light blue swirled hypnotising me with it's glow. Soothing. With his hand still placed comfortingly on my arm he lended me his hand guiding me from under the grimy table. My back cracked as I stretched to my full hight, nervously glancing around the faces that stared back. Thomas came forward wrapping a old blanket torn in places but none the less welcomed as he cradled me close to his side protecting me like an aggressive mother bear. Soft smooth circles were messaged into my back as his body almost hummed with anger. With a sigh I heard Hoyt began his tired sentence "what is the meaning of this at two am?" He asked lifting his hand to rub the sleep out of his droopy eyes. Thomas lifted me off of him to hold me by my shoulders as he gazed down at me in a manor that made me shift my gaze in worry. Worry, because I was scared to be the blame of his brothers death. Worry, that having Nubbin killed will chain me with grief. "THIS BITCH!-" Hoyt held a hand out signaling him to stop "BOY! If I wanted your sass I would've asked!" Nubbin closed his mouth looking away as his jaw clenched in rage. Hoyt then turned his fairly pissed gaze onto me, pulling the information out with one look. "I-I had been sleeping, then heard someone in the room before he dragged me out and begun spurting nonsense. After his crazed speech he tried to strangle me" my words came out rushed and urgently pained at the amount of attention turned on me. "Boy, is this true?" Hoyt shifted from one foot to the other as he crossed his arms. Nubbin then came to life. "THIS BITCH DESERVED IT! WOMAN LIKE HER ARE ONLY GOOD FOR FUCKING NOT LOVING! WE SHOULD'VE KILLED HER AS SOON-" Like a ghost springing from the shadows Drayton punched Nubbin making his jaw rock from side to side in a crunching behavior. I cringed at the pop I heard as Nubbin stumbled backwards. "If mother heard your tongue you wouldn't have one!" Drayton glared daggers as his brother stumbled to his full hight. "She's a filthy no good-" Drayton lunged forward now nose to nose with Nubbin "she's been more help then you, you piece of shit" Drayton's words came out cruel and harsh laced with ill intent as he stared down his brother. Gray stepped forward from behind Tomas a look of scorn riddled his face. "Grey? Do you remember where we put the rope?" Grey's eyes glimmered with a raw sinister anger "right next to the basement door" his mouth curled into a smirk as Drayton nodded to the location of the entwined rope. My hands twisted into Thomas's checkered red and black button up shirt as Nubbin sent a glare deeper than the pits of hell my way. Grey came back, rope coild like a cobra in his arms. "I'll do it, we don't harm blood. If you do, you ain't family" Nubbin swung his head to glare open mouth at Drayton "now your siding with her!" spit flew from his maul as rope was bonded around his arms, legs, hands, and feet. Drayton annoyed and tired shook his head as obscene profanities came flowing from Nubbin. I scrunched deeper into Thomas's heated side when Nubbin lunged into my face. The look of a animal frothing at the mouth, eyes twisted like that of a demented mad man. "I SHOULD'VE SLIT YOUR THROAT WHILE YOU SLEPT! DAMN WHORE!" I felt Thomas's fingers dig into my side as he growled, his gutteral roar ripped through Thomas's chest sending vibrations to my hands. Nubbin clenched his teeth, grounding them together as Grey and Drayton hurled him upstairs.

Nubbin was tied to his decrepit bed, spread eagle, screaming like a lunatic. In some ways my heart held joy and others I wanted to wait for everyone to sleep before I slit his throat. My face grimaced at the thought, I could do it but would the same treatment be bestowed upon me? I think not, it's clear Nubbin is no longer 'blood'. I wrapped the blanket tighter as Thomas guided me back to our room where he gently folded the thin sheets back and tucked us in. Close to his chest I sat deep in thought only his loud snoring breaking my mind track.

~Is evil something your are? Or something you do?~