K/V: Victim
Name: Alex
Age: 19
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. The star of her college volleyball team, extremely fit and a confident leader.
Scene: Up to the author





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Lune struggled as the four burly men manhandled her onto the platform. They dragged the lithe 18 year old sword dancer over to a worn tree stump, its top covered in old blood stains.

"Let go of me, you bastards!"

The men remained silent as they forced her head down onto the block. Two of them held her down, one grabbed her pale silver locks and draped it to the side, exposing her slender neck, and the fourth unsheathed a sword from his scabbard.

The young girl swore as she saw the sword raised. That was her own sword! A sword dancer to be killed by her own blade, how utterly shameful!

Lune grit her teeth as the executioner gently laid the sword against her neck. Her eyes welled with tears. She thought of her family, her mother, father, little brother. They would never find out what had happened to her, three thousand miles from home.

The executioner raised the weapon.

Heart pounding, Lune closed her eyes tight.

The blade slashed down.

Her head fell forward, dropping into the basket with a dull thump. Lune's torso twisted, blood spraying out of the neck stump like a pressure hose. The men let go, and watched as the corpse convulsed, falling onto its side and twitching wildly for a few more seconds before going limp.

The swordsman made his way to the basket, leaned over, and scooped up Lune's head. The teen's face was limp, empty of emotion. Her eyes were closed, her mouth just slightly open, with blood trickling from her nose.

The man raised the head up and jammed it down on one of the pikes surrounding the platform.