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Notes about the story—

Disclaimer: Loosely based on another story (which, I can't say because of spoilers). But, my point is this: the idea is not completely mine.
Warnings for Story:Rated M for language, violence, and sensitive topics
Warnings for Chapter:Rated T for mentions of violence.

Chapter Title: Prologue

I was in the front of the crowd right near the wooden platform.

"William Delmer Woods, on this day, the twelfth of June, shall be hanged."

The crowd erupted with excitement, but, I kept my head high, eyes watering.

Mr. Harper's voice rang out once again, except now in the midst of silence. "On the thirteenth day of May, 1812, Mr. Woods committed a terrible crime."

I couldn't take it any longer... I looked down, my throat closing up.

"Mr. Woods attempted to murder the highly respected Mr. Fletcher!" Mr. Harper finished.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as the crown erupted. Some whispering, some gossiping.

"That's why I always say, 'ma boy, ya' don't trust no one, son, no one."

"Why, Mr. Woods had been a close friend of Mr. Fletcher, isn't that right? Mr. Fletcher must be extremely distressed."

"Treachery!"

The executor, who wore raggedy black clothes, roughly grabbed Mr. Woods by the arm and shoved him towards the middle of the platform, under the hanging rope. As they tied up his hands behind his back with a thick rope, William turned his gaze towards me. He stared straight at me, passion burning in his hard eyes... I felt as if I couldn't look away, as if our eyes would be locked together for eternity. But, alas, that did not happen. The executor spat at him before sneering, "What the 'ell are you lookin' at, 'ya big bunch of scum?" He roughly positioned William Woods directly under the rope, before tightly fitting it around his neck.

Just as the executor was walking away, William caught my eye once again. But this time, I couldn't take it. I ran away from the crowd. As I ran my dress felt heavy and I breathed shallowly. He couldn't die: I loved him. But suddenly, a pair of hands gently yet firmly stopped my sprint and I heard a motherly voice say, "Oh, Ms. Thompson, do not worry!" But I attempted to shoved her away, not feeling for condolence. The lady held on tight before whispering in a soothing manner. "I'm sure Mr. Fletcher has recovered."

"Go away." I said, avoiding her eyes.

"Oh, dearie... The only real loss to Mr. Fletcher is the friendship of Mr. Woods." She continued, "But that was for a good cause!"

"Go. Away!" I persisted. As we continued our conversation, I felt myself become more and more mussed.

"Darling-"

"Go away!" I finally shouted, looking her in the eye. Everyone turned towards me, astonished at my behavior. But I didn't care; I didn't care what they thought of me. I roughly pushed her away, knowing she felt affronted, but I ignored it.

I slowly turned my eyes toward to ground down before swallowing while people around me stared, hoping and expecting for me to come to my senses and behave like a proper lady. But instead, I started to do as I did previously: I ran. Yet this time, not one followed me. The crowd simply watched me run away, realizing that I wouldn't let them stop me.

When I stopped running, I saw that I was on the edge of a cliff, above water. It was then that I heard the scream, the scream of him dying. As a lonely tear ran down my cheek, I knew: William Woods was a liar.

A/N—

This is my first story I've ever put online. This is only the prologue, but, still, I'm so excited! I'm just trying this out right now, it was a simple plot that came to my mind, and I thought, "I might as well, right?" How do you think I did? Is the flow alright? CC is welcomed!