October 28, 1934 - Sing Sing Correctional Facility, Ossining, New York
On a warm fall night, Rowan Donatello, one of New York's most feared mobsters eats his last meal of his life, literally. In the last several weeks, the city of New York had seen Donatello's reign of terror come to a swift, sudden, but unexpected end, with Donatello having eluded law enforcement for many, many years, it became paramount when Donatello was finally captured. "Donatello, it's time!" A police officer yells toward Rowan as he swallowed the last bite of a cold ham sandwich the prison guards have given him for a last meal. He swigged the last of a glass of milk down, thinking that it was the absolute final time he would taste ham, bread, and milk for eternity. "C'mon Donatello, it's time to go to the chair." Donatello had been sentenced to death by the electric chair only 4 months prior, he had thought he would sit on death row forever, but his case was fast tracked so that he was moved to the front of the line. Rowan gets up from the metal picnic bench that he had been eating at and with shackles around his wrists & ankles, he stumbles down the lonely hallway to a mahogany door labeled EXECUTION. Once in, he surveys his surroundings, a room with four walls painted baby blue, with a steel chair in the center, with wires coming out of the back of it going to a huge amp-like box that seemed to be the center of the chair's power. Ahead of Rowan, he saw a huge glass window with two smaller square ones on both sides of the bigger one, showing a theater like setting with chairs, where spectators sit to watch the execution unfold. "Sit." A guard sits Rowan down in the steel chair where the cold of the steel instantly hits him, making him flinch a little as his orange jumpsuit ruffles in the chair as he sits down in it. As the guards began to attach wires to Rowan's skin, he thought of the idea of death, and had a bit of glee in him, as he knew he'd be leaving the world of the mortal, a world of sorrow, a world of pain, a world where Rowan himself knew nothing but suffering, but now he was leaving. The final touch came in the form of a metal helmet that was attached to Rowan's scalp and then secured with several wires that were stuck by sticky pads to the sides of Rowan's face. As a guard went to the central power box where a metal rod perturbed out of a bigger box on the wall, he looked at Rowan, almost as if he were glad to rid New York of one of the city's most feared mobsters he asked Rowan that final pivotal question, "Any last words Donatello?" Again the guard smirked as if this was all a game to him, as if he wasn't taking another human's life. "Yeah, I do …" Rowan speaks for the first time in what seemed like months since he had been apprehended by the authorities. After spending years of robbing big banks across New York City and the state of New York, after accumulating thousands in fortunes that weren't rightfully his, Rowan pondered in what would be the last few minutes of his life, to ask himself if he should repent, if he should look up into the sky and search for the God that so many people had attempted to come to since his childhood. Rowan looked up at the ceiling of the execution room, also noticing that the theater outside of the room was slowly filling up with curious bystanders, curious bystanders who were eager to witness a death. Again Rowan pondered if he should ask for some form of forgiveness, if he should attempt to make up for all of the lives he had affected through his reign of terror on the city, a reign of terror that not even Al Capone could top. In fact, Rowan thought he was better than Capone, Capone could never top the legacy of Rowan Donatello, never. With that, Rowan's brief consideration of asking for forgiveness faded, and the anger returned to his being, "I'll be back." Rowan uttered his last words to the guard and the guard briefly losing his smirk asked Rowan with a finality to his voice, "Are you sure those are your last words?". "Yes, I will be back … With a vengeance!" Rowan howled with laughter as the guard lost his smirk, but pulled the lever that allowed the flow of electricity into the chair that Rowan was sitting in. As Rowan continued cackling with evil laughter, the chair became electrified and Rowan's body began turning blue & purple as the electricity soared through his body, loud pops start sounding off as the smell of burnt skin begins filtering throughout the execution room. Through the burning skin and flames of electricity, Rowan continued to cackle, as the cackles turned into monster growls & inhumane sounds, until finally the cackling stopped and Rowan's body went limp as the electricity burnt his face into a black oblivion. At that moment, the guard let the lever back up, and the electricity ceased as the burned, scarred, now deceased body of Rowan Donatello fell back into the cold, steel metal chair now lifeless.