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.
Alias: None
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Age: 19
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
Relationships: He is a good friend and bandmate to Bentley.
History:Michael grew up having an ordinary life,minus his parents divorcing and his mother taking custody of him at the age of 8.
Notes:He met Bentley at a bar, and since have known each other for almost a year. It wasn't until recently him and Bentley got in touch again.