Blackstone Valley Chronicles part two

Amid a roar of silence..

                                     The entire mob stood in shock at the scene they had just witnessed. A lifeless and bloodied body of Nichole laid at the feet of Cider who simply stood there looking down and smiling. Knife still in hand dripping with the still warm blood of her slain victim. i remember hearing ever so quietly " just for kicks huh "

Her eyes ablaze with A rage of vengeance hands clenched tightly, but a calming feeling was so overwhelming. Strange i thought so strange.

 

The violence that surrounds us can be subdued by most of us, but that leaves some to let it flow out of them like words themselves.

Some need it like some need air to breathe. It is completely natural. But when someone who normally controls there anger or thoughts of violence, the outcome can be somewhat evil in comparison.

 

So for the purposes of our story lets say that besides petty crimes and misdemeanors Cider was a good person at heart. She was a free spirit always trying to run for freedom.

Circumstance however coincidental, or fate whatever put these two together and simple attrition forced them to decide who stayed and who didn't.

Mother Nature can be a bitch when she wants too be!

 

A trial followed, well a trial on paper anyway. Cider would not cooperate with her attorneys and was simply urging the hand of fate to race her off this mortal coil like she was chasing a ghost and acting like the ghost was gaining ground on her.

After the trial the verdict simply... Guilty as charged! And the Death penalty to be carried out as soon as the moon was to be full.

 

A smile came across Her face like she was granted freedom?

Emotions were scattered some felt a just verdict some thought a disgrace.

But this was a justified outcome. A few weeks later on the Day of her execution she refused her priest and declined her last rites, stating she believed in nothing and would not recognize the courts authority that was judging her.

 

We all gathered at the windows of the Yard .. everyone curious the outcome.

As soon as the Moon began to rise we were all astonished as to its bright Orange color.

some would call it The Hunters moon.

i was personally amazed at the stunning color.

A loud metal clang and a rusty gate squealed open to reveal two guards with Cider being led out from the darkness. To the wall, wearing simple rags with chains binding her wrists and ankles.

 

She was then quietly led to the wall.

                                                  A legend born....

                                                                       

 

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