Grell woke up to the sound of yelling; he opened his eyes and found himself tied up in a soiled carriage. It was night but the warm glow of fire could be seen through cracks in the wood. Panic was sinking in.

'Oh god, what's happening? This is it..' Wild thoughts were formulating in the young man's mind. But he had to stay calm, where was he? Who were the people outside and why were they yelling? He pushed his ear agents the carriage wall to listen in but his heartbeat seemed twice as loud as the voices.

'He should be hung!'

'Burn him!'

'Shotgun, clean and simple'

'Please stop, you don't even know if it was my son' Grell gasped, that was unmistakably the sound of his mother's voice

'my son is a good child, most of you know him, he could not have been responsible!'

'shut up!'

'you wench! That was my husband and brother in law that are dead, and your son was covered in their blood with the weapon in his hand!' Grell grimaced; he didn't want family members oh his victims attacking his parents.

'He was set up! Please, give him a fair trial' that was his father's voice, shame swept through Grell. It only now sunk in how much he was hurting his parents. How humiliated and ashamed they would be of him. How could he have been so selfish?

'All that work and what did it get me? Why did I do it? Now I'm…'

Grell's monologue was interrupted when the carriage door was abruptly opened.

His enraged Nabors grabbed him, hatred oozed from there touches. Outside of the carriage he could see that he was in the town center were social events or trials took place. The men dropped him roughly on top of a platform in front of the angry mob and he fell gracelessly with a loud thump. People were already throwing stones and garbage at him. The words they were calling him were horrific and under the warm glow of the fire the crowd looked demonic, he tried searching the crowd for his parents but he somehow couldn't bear the thought of facing them. He had never felt more self-conscious or ashamed in his life. Still he forced a facade of confidence on his face.

The redhead would be dammed if he died tonight.

Behind him someone untied his bondage and lifted him to his feet roughly.

'Grell Sutcliffe, your awake, how lovely, we would have hated for you to have slept through your own death.' Grell recognized the man to be talking as the town Regent.

'I never do miss a social event' Grell sneered.

'I don't think it's worth mentioning why you're here'

'Oh, please remind me Regent' Grell growled slowly with a smile.

The regent grabbed the back of the redhead's neck and forced it in the direction of his victim's widows. 'Look at them Sutcliffe! Those women are widows because of you! You snuck into their houses and murdered their husbands, you're a sadistic creep!' the regent released Grell's neck and spat in his face.

Grell wiped the saliva off, discussed showed clearly on his face.

'do you have anything to say to those women?'

'Hmp, yes I do actually', Grell slowly stepped toward the women and knelt on his knees in order to look them in their eyes. They looked enraged and tiered, their clothes were wrinkled and their hair was a mess. Clearly they had been standing here for a long time debating what to do with him. He paused before speaking, unsure as to whether it would be wise to add fuel to the fire. But the redhead was finally on a stage and he would hate to squander his time in the spotlight so he said the first thing that came to mind: "But to persevere in obstinate condolment is a course of impious stubbornness. 'tis unmanly grief. It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, a heart unfortified, a mind impatient, an understanding simple and unschooled." Grell paused.

'Do you know who said that ladies, ha, well that was what the king said to Hamlet after he murdered the boy's father.' Grell stated playfully with a wink. The widows looked mortified and confused; Grell wondered if they hadn't caught his meaning.

Either way the Reagent pulled him up to his feet and carried him to the center of the platform. He held Grell by his shoulders and pushed him to the crowd as if the reagent was displaying a trophy. 'ladies and gentlemen, make noise if you want this vermin dead?' the crowd erupted in noise, Grell's façade dropped and fear was clearly displayed on his face. He looked at his parents face for comfort but they looked as freighted as he was. What was he going to do? Try to take on everyone here and run away? Or die in front of his parents, either way both probably would result in his death. This just couldn't be happening, how could he have let himself fall asleep? Everything seemed to be over so soon…

'You have a long night ahead of you Sutcliffe.' the regent's whisper sent chills down Grell's spine.

'What are you going to do to me?' Grell's voice quivered.

'Ladies, gentlemen, I think we have a daemon in our midst, the only proper way to deal with one is to burn it alive' the crowd screamed at this, and Grell gasped.

oh poor, poor, Grell...