Justice

Cold Case fanfic

Zeke was dragged from the trunk as the girl held his hand. "no, stop" she screamed as he was dragged to the tree. As his corpse swayed with the wind, the men congratulated themselves on a job well done. They went home to their wives, and were subsequently butchered to bits by their horrified spouses. screaming for her to stop, the leader, named Alex, was stabbed repeatedly with a butcher knife, had his throat slit, his spine torn out and thrown down, screaming in agony, crying out to god for help. "DID YOU GIVE HIM A CHANCE!?" she screamed as Alex writhed on the floor, begging his wife to stop. "He was a Negro, he had to die". This only made her angrier, forcing Alex to realize that he had well and truly fucked up.

"Baby please...please stop.." begged Alex as he was thrown out the door, his hands pressed against the oven, causing his skin to bubble and pop. "IT BURNS!" he screamed, crying for her to stop. "He BEGGED YOU, HE PLEADED!" she screamed as she began to carve into his flesh with a butcher knife. Alex's screams could be heard for miles and the blood seen for three blocks.

The others were treated to a lavish meal, then when they were nice and drunk, Zeke's mother cut their throats along with their wives, avenging his death. Zeke was buried with flowers at his grave

But Death had even more twisted plans: Sent to the circles of Anger and Greed while Alex was sent to Dis, given immortality, but twisted 360 degrees every 12 seconds, until he could not seem speak or move.