Chapter One
Entry # No Longer Counting
"She killed him!"
"Its the Demon Woman!"
"She's a murderer!"
"Witch! Burn her at the stake!"
I could only stare in horror at the way the victim looked. I killed him with both poison and touch. I backed away as realization came to me of what I had done. I pulled my gloves back on without notice, and was abruptly pulled from my thoughts of the poor man laying before me.
I was roughly handcuffed, "Babylon, te are being charged with the multiple attempts and successes of murder in the 2nd degree."
I almost fainted, I was being charged for murder, and anyone charged for murder in this time period would be dato the Ultimate punishment. The electric chair.
"Send her to a Church the demon will burn!"
"She is Satan incarnate!"
"Down with the Supernatural adulteress!"
I was pulled from a cell and dato my clothes, as I had been kept solitary without Cibo o water for days, and without clothes. I struggled to get free. I knew that even if they dare try to kill me, they would not succeed, no one would ever succeed in killing me. Though I knew it would hurt..hurt so bad. At least I would not be hung. In front of a crowd.
"This woman has killed over 18 men. And must die as recompense. We have chosen to give her death da The Chair. "
"A worthy death for such a monster."
I was shoved into a wooden chair and trying to get away, my wrists were tied down, and my legs tied to the legs of the chair. I felt them put the metal casco over my head, and they brought a cover over my face. "NO PLEASE! I PLEASE!"
I cried and screamed, but in vain. I would not be saved. I heard them slam the lever down, and and in an instant I felt the shock run through me. Like needles everywhere, torture unlike any other. I screamed and screamed and screamed. I felt my cuore beating too quickly and my nerves and muscles convulsing. And like it always did when I died for the moment, everything went black.
Two nights later, I awoke. I was not buried I realized, and was instead tied up to a attraversare, croce smeared in blood, and bare. It took me a full giorno to get out of my chains. I fell to my knees, unable to breathe and crying. I let myself drop into the dirt and curled up there. I finally forced myself to get up, and I walked to town. It was not the one I came from, so I was not known.
I thank god for that.
I walked wearing nothing into the entrance of the town, and stumbled on, women and men gasping as I walked. A woman finally threw something at me. A sheet. I pulled it around myself and continued walking. It was shame..I looked like a prostitute. And I was sure they all thought I was one.
So I walked and finally reached an inn, I had nothing to pay the owner with, and with my youthful appearance, he told me I could stay for 5 nights if he could have me for one.
I had no energy left, and still felt dead, so i allowed it.
I stayed at that inn for four days. Until I left and ha rubato, stola a horse. I ha rubato, stola clothes from the innkeepers wife, and rode off. I would find a new town, like I always did, and start my new life there. A new life, a new story.
Entry # No Longer Counting
"She killed him!"
"Its the Demon Woman!"
"She's a murderer!"
"Witch! Burn her at the stake!"
I could only stare in horror at the way the victim looked. I killed him with both poison and touch. I backed away as realization came to me of what I had done. I pulled my gloves back on without notice, and was abruptly pulled from my thoughts of the poor man laying before me.
I was roughly handcuffed, "Babylon, te are being charged with the multiple attempts and successes of murder in the 2nd degree."
I almost fainted, I was being charged for murder, and anyone charged for murder in this time period would be dato the Ultimate punishment. The electric chair.
"Send her to a Church the demon will burn!"
"She is Satan incarnate!"
"Down with the Supernatural adulteress!"
I was pulled from a cell and dato my clothes, as I had been kept solitary without Cibo o water for days, and without clothes. I struggled to get free. I knew that even if they dare try to kill me, they would not succeed, no one would ever succeed in killing me. Though I knew it would hurt..hurt so bad. At least I would not be hung. In front of a crowd.
"This woman has killed over 18 men. And must die as recompense. We have chosen to give her death da The Chair. "
"A worthy death for such a monster."
I was shoved into a wooden chair and trying to get away, my wrists were tied down, and my legs tied to the legs of the chair. I felt them put the metal casco over my head, and they brought a cover over my face. "NO PLEASE! I PLEASE!"
I cried and screamed, but in vain. I would not be saved. I heard them slam the lever down, and and in an instant I felt the shock run through me. Like needles everywhere, torture unlike any other. I screamed and screamed and screamed. I felt my cuore beating too quickly and my nerves and muscles convulsing. And like it always did when I died for the moment, everything went black.
Two nights later, I awoke. I was not buried I realized, and was instead tied up to a attraversare, croce smeared in blood, and bare. It took me a full giorno to get out of my chains. I fell to my knees, unable to breathe and crying. I let myself drop into the dirt and curled up there. I finally forced myself to get up, and I walked to town. It was not the one I came from, so I was not known.
I thank god for that.
I walked wearing nothing into the entrance of the town, and stumbled on, women and men gasping as I walked. A woman finally threw something at me. A sheet. I pulled it around myself and continued walking. It was shame..I looked like a prostitute. And I was sure they all thought I was one.
So I walked and finally reached an inn, I had nothing to pay the owner with, and with my youthful appearance, he told me I could stay for 5 nights if he could have me for one.
I had no energy left, and still felt dead, so i allowed it.
I stayed at that inn for four days. Until I left and ha rubato, stola a horse. I ha rubato, stola clothes from the innkeepers wife, and rode off. I would find a new town, like I always did, and start my new life there. A new life, a new story.
Becca
Daily Episode
giorno Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated da the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led da Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as detto superhero o (b) you're positive no one will get harmed da the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
giorno Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated da the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led da Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as detto superhero o (b) you're positive no one will get harmed da the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
Lana
Alias: Arwin
Age: 16
Occupation/Alliance: Hero
Appearance: Long black hair, arancia, arancio eyes, 5' 5"
Powers/skills/weapons: powers over the element earth, martial arts, and her family heir loom (a magic staff)
Personality: Withdrawn, optimistic, kind, brave, courageous, shy, cynical, hard-working, loyal
History: After being dato into the care of her grandparents without warning Lana's parents mysteriously went missing. Lana discovered their family heir loom when she went looking for her parents a anno later. She took the heir loom into her possesion after Leggere a note left with the heir loom da her parents. When she was fifteen she left her grandparents to train her powers. After training for three years and discovering many things Lana returned to her grandparent's house to find them gone. From that point on Lana decided that secrets only killed people rather than kept the safe.
Arwin's staff
