EXB 03 - Nightshade

Record 7:

Record 7:

Dawn has come.

I heard some tweaking noises from the windows.

The sun woke me up.

Wait, I can't see properly...

It's an eyepatch on my left eye.

I got bandaged everywhere.

Where am I ?

" Laisser entrer la lumière du soleil... Ahh. Bonjour. "

" ..Uhh.. oui ? "

" You are in Le Hôtel-Dieu, the hospital. You received severe damage in the skull yesterday. Somehow you managed to survive. Oh, le miracle. "

" Pardon ?... but... where's my wife ? "

The nurse then only remains silent. She speaks a bit incoherently at this point, then disappears through the door.

The patient room now is so quiet.

After a while, the nurse leads a man to my bed, seemingly a duke, when I receive the news that I regret for the rest of my life.

" Mr Victor, due to the massacre at the royal Château de Versailles that almost inflicts severe injuries on members of the royal family, and your relationships with Mr Lucien and your wife , you have been accused of organized criminal activity and treason against the King. In consideration of the mysterious behaviours and death of the aforementioned figures in relation with your acts, you will be sentenced to death. "

What ?

But what about all my work ?

My wife...dead.... no...

Why Lucien ? What happened to you ?

What is wrong with everyone in this world ?

....

Tomorrow is another day.

I got pulled out of the bed by the royal guards upon my recovery from the wounds. They tie me up with leather straps and chains, and bring me on a mobile prison waiting outside.

They are taking me. Somewhere.

I look out to the street of Paris.

There were people. Angry. Very angry people.

They shove their torch and pitchfork in my face.

Then, along the way, I notice some small river.

It was no river.

Just the entrance to the most horrific prison in France, Le Bastille Saint-Antoine.

...

Along the stinky hallway of the dungeon, there appears a few torture mechanisms.

The Cavaletto. The Scold's Bridle. The Pillory. And the terrible Iron Maiden.

Along the hallway lay, obviously, the cells of the convicted.

I was thrown into one, and beaten unconscious.

...

Another dawn is approaching.

" Uhhh... the rats... chewing my feet. "

Then, two guards open the cell door, and push me to another section of the prison.

We go upstairs, to a dark interrogation room.

" The criminal is here, le jeune monsieur. "

" Merci. You can go now. ", the man smiles, " Now, sit please. "