For all the world she could think of no reason to be here, the excuses she repeated in her head all sounded so trite and ridiculous. What was the point? What possible purpose could this serve? Yet there she stood, yet there she waited for her moment before the mass. A sea of faces blending together in waves of drab washed out colors.
“Althea Barlow! You are condemned to death for the crimes against the good people of this village. Any last words?” the magistrate demanded from his podium off to the side of the scaffolding.
Once again she took in the sea of frightened faces, the pathetic mass that had gathered for her death, and thought what was she doing here.
“Not a bloody one.” she muttered before stepping off the plank, not waiting for the hangman to push her. A collective gasp ripped through the crowed, at her initiative. The hang man lounged for her. Why she didn’t know.
‘Wasn’t the whole point of this her death?’ She though bemusedly. As the world rushed by, the nose jerked, the rope tightened around her delicate throat., and then the world went black as her neck snapped.
Dun dun duh!!!
Althea Barlow belongs to me ( You may not use her without my consent )
I'm on a series kick, we'll see how long it lasts
so there will be more of Althea Barlow and her wacky adventures. How can there be more you ask, since I just killed her? Well you'll have to wait till next Sunday to see!
I have no idea where this story is going, I couldn't go to sleep the other night and I just started writing I got this and about three more pages of snippets. So once a week I will upload her story or until I lose interest and move on to other things.
P.S more Elle and Mias fan art soon! I'm almost done with every one I'm just going to post the updates all at once so, yeah this is long. . . O_o