The carriage rolled threw the teaming streets of Paris. Prisoners of the Republic as they where know rattled to their fate to the razor blade. Among them was our favorite red haired albino. He was trembling from head to two as he moved. How had it come to this?
One week before...
"I, Jack Spicer, evil boy genius will go back in time and find all the wu!!" he proclaimed as he stood outside his time machine. An annoyed Wuya stood by him.
"Seriously you need to stop that." the tone of her voice seemed as though they had had this conversation before.
"And you need a hair cut...oh wait YOU DON'T HAVE ANY!! HA HA". She rolled her eyes. "Now let my will be done, I go" he stepped into the time machine.
Going back...
Jack squinted his face at the idea. He saw coming into the courtyard the ... guillotine. His eye pupils got bigger. No.
He was pushed into line by a solider. The crowd roared as the guillotine came down with a thunderous roar. In front of him where two more people. He had only one chance, he pulled out a piece of paper from his jacket and wrote down a quick scribble. The with the his air gun on his wrist fired it into the nearest window. As he finished he was pushed up onto the platform. Cries of enthusiasm came, "Kill the albino freak!!" He was tied and on the guillotine. He was sobbing uncontrollably now. Then ...swoosh. It came off and the crowd roared.