Hitman of the past
"We have caught the scoundrel," yelled the head guard of Prosperite City.
"He has killed over 100 people and today his reign comes to an end. Here is the man who has killed your loved ones, Prosperite City. Here is the murderer. Here is the man that deserves justice."
As this was said, the most wanted criminal of Prosperite City was lead out in front of thousands of people.
"You murderer," screamed some of the people.
"I should kill you," Yelled others.
As he arrived on top of the stairs, the crowd became silent.
"Today, Perc, The Hitman of Prosperite City, the Murderer of hundreds of people, is sentenced. His sentence is...Off with his head."
The crowd cheered at this verdict and Perc, the Hitman of Prosperite City was leant forwards. His head and arms were tied behind him and his head was tied down to a Stump.
"On my mark, drop the Blade."
Perc had always been afraid of this day. The day when his life would end. He always knew it 'WOULD' end, but not like this.
"Ready..."
Please, something go wrong," Perc prayed.
"Come on. Let something go wrong. Then I will get my sweet revenge."
"Two..."
"Please, someone save me."
Perc started smiling.
"Any last words before you lose your head?"
"Yeah!" Stated Perc.
"I do."
Everyone gasped.
"Well, Perc. What do you have to say?"
Everyone fell quiet to hear Percs last words.
"My last words are..."
The crowd waited patiently for the words to come, getting more and more eager to hear them as the seconds past.
"Well, Perc. Let's hear them."
"Go to HELL!"
All the women in the crowd screamed, and a large majority of them fainted. The men were the opposite. They fumed at these words and started calling "Off with his head. Off with his head..."
"Executioner," Yelled the Head guard.
"Off with his head..."
The blade fell and as soon as the blade hit the Stump, Perc had vanished. Not vanished as in his life Vanished, but he had completely dissapeared and was no where to be found.
"He has killed over 100 people and today his reign comes to an end. Here is the man who has killed your loved ones, Prosperite City. Here is the murderer. Here is the man that deserves justice."
As this was said, the most wanted criminal of Prosperite City was lead out in front of thousands of people.
"You murderer," screamed some of the people.
"I should kill you," Yelled others.
As he arrived on top of the stairs, the crowd became silent.
"Today, Perc, The Hitman of Prosperite City, the Murderer of hundreds of people, is sentenced. His sentence is...Off with his head."
The crowd cheered at this verdict and Perc, the Hitman of Prosperite City was leant forwards. His head and arms were tied behind him and his head was tied down to a Stump.
"On my mark, drop the Blade."
Perc had always been afraid of this day. The day when his life would end. He always knew it 'WOULD' end, but not like this.
"Ready..."
Please, something go wrong," Perc prayed.
"Come on. Let something go wrong. Then I will get my sweet revenge."
"Two..."
"Please, someone save me."
Perc started smiling.
"Any last words before you lose your head?"
"Yeah!" Stated Perc.
"I do."
Everyone gasped.
"Well, Perc. What do you have to say?"
Everyone fell quiet to hear Percs last words.
"My last words are..."
The crowd waited patiently for the words to come, getting more and more eager to hear them as the seconds past.
"Well, Perc. Let's hear them."
"Go to HELL!"
All the women in the crowd screamed, and a large majority of them fainted. The men were the opposite. They fumed at these words and started calling "Off with his head. Off with his head..."
"Executioner," Yelled the Head guard.
"Off with his head..."
The blade fell and as soon as the blade hit the Stump, Perc had vanished. Not vanished as in his life Vanished, but he had completely dissapeared and was no where to be found.