Today, everyone was nervous. The medium's body was sprawled on the floor, on top of a pool of blood.
"She's been killed by the Mafia!" One of us declared.
Great, time to do something. Everyone panicked for a moment before someone suddenly shouted, "He's the one responsible for her death!"
Everyone's murmurs grew louder until no longer were they murmurs, and the man accused, Kyle, walked to the center.
"Kyle, you are on trial for conspiracy against this town." My friend, Erin, spoke. "What is your defense?"
Kyle, who was apparently shocked of this accusation, retorted, "I didn't kill her! Why would I kill my own mother?"
I felt my feet glued to the ground as those words escaped from his mouth. Oh right, his mother's the medium.
"So, what are your verdicts?" asked Erin.
"Guilty!"
"Guilty!"
"Let him burn, guilty I say!"
The chorus of "guilty" verdicts rang out. But when I looked into Kyle's eyes, I felt that he wasn't the murderer. He was falsely accused.
"HE DIDN'T KILL HER!" The words came from my mouth without my consent.
"What?"
Everyone whispered, glancing at Kyle and I.
"Really now, Selene?" A woman, Victoria, spoke up. "He killed his mother because maybe he was jealous of her!"
"Jealous?" I retorted. "What was he jealous for? And also, your maybes are just your hunch, not the complete truth!"
"Now, now, ladies," Erin chimed in coolly," why are you still fighting when in fact majority of us think of him as the doer of the crime? Isn't it obvious?"
"Told you, Selene." Victoria looked at me in a cruel way.
That forced me to walk backwards, showing defeat. When in fact I know how everyone's minds are twisted around by lies.
"Very well," Erin bellowed. "Kyle is sentenced to burning at the stake! Tie him up!"
Many people rushed towards him, grabbing his limbs and strangling his wrists with their ropes to a bundle of wood stacked vertically.
"It's okay," I heard a woman's voice, "he knows you tried."
But when I turned around, I saw no one.
Once Kyle was ready for his death, everyone backed away to stay clear from the flames once they were lit.
An old man came towards the sticks he was tied to, lit a stick, then allowed it to spread. He then walked away afterwards.
"Any last words, Kyle?" He asked. Kyle stayed silent, the fires grew larger.
"I repeat, any?"
The fire formed a circle around him, and he seemed to be holding something with his fists.
"Forgive me for my sins if any have I."
A split second later, he tossed a crumpled paper towards the townspeople, then the fire engulfed him completely.
I went forward to get the paper, then I opened it. Everyone looked at it intensely, knowing that this was his last will.
So, I read it out loud:
"I loved mother, she was the only one who took care of me, taught me all she knows, and loved me as her son. But she wasn't my real mother, I remembered how I escaped an entire massacre from my town in my younger days. I remembered how I woke up, only to find that I was in her house. One night, while I was looking at the stars, I saw a group of men enter her house. After that, I heard her scream, making me run. I hope everyone forgives me for leaving her alone. The mafia must be avenged, that's my wish in my last will."
After reading the will, I looked up to see the shocked faces of the town, except for Erin. He seemed disappointed of this. The only words that came out of my mouth before sunset was:
"How dare you!"