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, wewe 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 aliyopewa 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 aliyopewa my clothes, as I had been kept solitary without chakula au 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 kwa 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 kofia, chapeo 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 moyo 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 kuvuka, msalaba smeared in blood, and bare. It took me a full siku 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 aliiba a horse. I aliiba 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, wewe 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 aliyopewa 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 aliyopewa my clothes, as I had been kept solitary without chakula au 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 kwa 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 kofia, chapeo 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 moyo 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 kuvuka, msalaba smeared in blood, and bare. It took me a full siku 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 aliiba a horse. I aliiba 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.
Name: Unknown.
Alias:: Cadaver.
Occupation: VILLIAN!
Powers: None! But has sword skills, marksmen and all that good junk.
Past: Cadaver is a clone of Fang......that is all. Created to set and destroy the Adams family...Mr. Clone doesn't take no for an answer and won't let anyone get in his way. Even if it means taking his own life.
Other: Easy to set off temper.
-Really isn't afraid of anything...
-Looks EXACTLY like Fang, acts different.
-Has a thing for Ciel..this should be fun.
THAT, is all :3