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I felt so bad. A child? Just barely a teen, she's still a baby. It was the only thing that almost saved her life, tho she'd have lived behind bars with other violent crazies. She's probably better off dead. She gave me shudders, because how could some innocent girl do such a terrible thing.

I knew of the boy she murdered. He had been seen testifying, sacred, in a previous incident where she damaged another girl's toys, phone and purse. She smiled and giggled, and said she forgave him.

She wasn't giggling this time. She knew it wasn't a matter of her parents paying for damages, a curfew, a house arrest… no, she knew she was going to die.

"PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" A million different ways, from the start of the trial to the end.

The boy who watched his girlfriend die at her hands… was, well it was like 3 people had been destroyed when she did that. Not only are 2 girls dead, but this boy, always got good grades, sometimes broke some rules but was wise enough to not do anything too stupid…

Now he smiled. With his eyebrows furrowed. Like he was angry and happy, somehow vindicated. He wanted her to know he'd enjoy this. I thought he was a quiet child but not now, he wanted to taunt her, but his parents pleaded him to be better, while understanding why he was so mean at this girl's trial and execution. He still insulted her, but was choosier about his words. After his parents spoke with him about the future and war, he changed from "I hope you suffer, you're an evil brat and took everything I loved from me!" to… colder, restrained phrases.


"I'm glad you'll never hurt anyone again!" Was the last thing he said to her, as she was strapped to a post.

Looking her in the eyes, I raised my sword. A thousand necks over just a few years as an executioner… I'd gotten used to it. I've even felled children before, but not one so young for a heat of the moment impulse, a 17 year old burning kittens and her own younger sister, and seemed much older…
This girl, she had just discovered her sexuality, and was like a puppy that bit in anger, not understanding herself.
I put the blade to her neck and she cried more and more, until the steel touched her skin and she froze, wincing. Even grown men, the strongest, have done this, and maybe I would too.

I pulled the blade back for a full swing and she burst into louder sobs despite that her voice was now shredded from her screams.

I paused. I turned away.
"No." She was still executed, but I couldn't condone that and didn't care to see it.