Everything Went Dark
The order they decided in was the order that they were currently standing in. No one said anything, which is why that was the chosen order. The four were led outside on a podium. On it was a guillotine. A huge crowd was gathered around the podium, watching the four with eager eyes. Jennan was glad she was going first. It was better to get it over with than to sit and watch.
Jordan, however, decided that she had a chance of escaping. She wiggled out of the guard's grip-they were being held by the arms, not in chains for plot importance-and leaped off the stage and sprinted through the crowd. People shouted and tried to block her, but Jordan quickly disappeared from sight. It all happened so fast that no one knew how to react.
Addie made an attempt to follow Jordan's path. She made it out of the guard's grip, but never made it off the podium. Well, she did. Just not alive. The guards fired several shots at Addie and she died almost instantly. Her body tumbled off the stage and into the now very rowdy crowd. There was a mild panic as people tried to grab at her body, but guards pushed them out of the way and took Addie's body away from the crowd. So much for Jennan being executed first.
Jack and Jennan exchanged a look that basically asked 'Do you think we have a chance to escape?' The answer was no, because Jennan was being escorted to the guillotine. As she was put into place, she saw Jordan being dragged back onto the podium. If only she ran faster. Jennan's head was resting on the cold, metal slate. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the rope go slack. Her head rolled off the slate and onto the podium's floor. The crowd cheered loudly, practically begging for blood. Her body was taken away and her head was tossed into the audience. The crowd cheered louder, a young child who caught Jennan's head held it up like a trophy.
Jack was up next. He didn't put up a fight, his fate had been set the moment he tried to kill Tatum years ago. The metal slate was dripping with Jennan's blood. The metallic scent filled the air surrounding the guillotine. Jack rested his head on the slate, some of Jennan's blood getting on his face. Bleh. The rope went slack and the blade rushed down to slice it's target. Jack's head bounced off the podium and into the audience. There was a little fight for his head. His body was taken away as well.
Jordan was still trying to escape. She wouldn't stop squirming to get out of the guard's grip. Another guard shot her leg so she couldn't run away easily. Jordan screeched in pain and in her temporal non-squirming state, was forced into the guillotine. Jordan panicked and continued to squirm. The blood-stained blade shot down and because she was moving, her head wasn't entirely cut off. It was a very jagged slice. The blade was dropped again to completely cut her head off. That was also thrown into the audience and was fought over.
Viva la Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Jordan, however, decided that she had a chance of escaping. She wiggled out of the guard's grip-they were being held by the arms, not in chains for plot importance-and leaped off the stage and sprinted through the crowd. People shouted and tried to block her, but Jordan quickly disappeared from sight. It all happened so fast that no one knew how to react.
Addie made an attempt to follow Jordan's path. She made it out of the guard's grip, but never made it off the podium. Well, she did. Just not alive. The guards fired several shots at Addie and she died almost instantly. Her body tumbled off the stage and into the now very rowdy crowd. There was a mild panic as people tried to grab at her body, but guards pushed them out of the way and took Addie's body away from the crowd. So much for Jennan being executed first.
Jack and Jennan exchanged a look that basically asked 'Do you think we have a chance to escape?' The answer was no, because Jennan was being escorted to the guillotine. As she was put into place, she saw Jordan being dragged back onto the podium. If only she ran faster. Jennan's head was resting on the cold, metal slate. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the rope go slack. Her head rolled off the slate and onto the podium's floor. The crowd cheered loudly, practically begging for blood. Her body was taken away and her head was tossed into the audience. The crowd cheered louder, a young child who caught Jennan's head held it up like a trophy.
Jack was up next. He didn't put up a fight, his fate had been set the moment he tried to kill Tatum years ago. The metal slate was dripping with Jennan's blood. The metallic scent filled the air surrounding the guillotine. Jack rested his head on the slate, some of Jennan's blood getting on his face. Bleh. The rope went slack and the blade rushed down to slice it's target. Jack's head bounced off the podium and into the audience. There was a little fight for his head. His body was taken away as well.
Jordan was still trying to escape. She wouldn't stop squirming to get out of the guard's grip. Another guard shot her leg so she couldn't run away easily. Jordan screeched in pain and in her temporal non-squirming state, was forced into the guillotine. Jordan panicked and continued to squirm. The blood-stained blade shot down and because she was moving, her head wasn't entirely cut off. It was a very jagged slice. The blade was dropped again to completely cut her head off. That was also thrown into the audience and was fought over.
Viva la Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
