A/N: Sorry for not updating, I was sick and the windy weather here doesn't cooperate with me; can't make one due to the weather. The storm is really playing tag right now lol. It means the storm is not really moving, so it would be windy and cold for the upcoming days… until Christmas? I hope not! Okay, no more stories, here we go!

Btw, thanks to Lentex for the Cover Image! Lovin' it!

Lucy reacts to: 10 Shocking Last Words Before Execution

"Welcome back, everybody… to our channel. Hi, I'm Lucy, my thoughts in life are darker than everyone does. I was born to take this fate, inside of this realistic present."

She picked a piece of paper from her small black box and opened the content.

"Anyways… I was going to react to 10 Shocking Last Words Before Execution. That's definitely a quite interesting video to react to. You see, I couldn't even think of a last words in my life. Hence, my great grandmother Harriet told me that to never popped that idea since I am just a young girl with dreams in life; a darker dreams or maybe a nightmares." She paused. "Sigh. World is such a big twist of fate. Death could have an appointment to you, all of a sudden. Or maybe… people would love to meet Death as soon as possible… Well, that's a different case for me, I just don't want to meet him already but I can imagine him, thanks to Grandma Harriet, she described him, it was totally a dream come true." She smiled.

She showed a blank pages of paper and a pencil.

"Since we're talking about death here… I can assure that this might help me make a poem about it. Sometimes, last words could be a burden, or maybe a gem, for real. I felt that these video will feel myself… comfortable." She smiled again. "Anyways, I really want to see what their last words could be."

She clicked the video to play as the intro played for 10 seconds.

"Sean Patrick Flanagan was a 28-year old ex-marine who thought he was doing society a service by killing homosexuals."

Lucy went surprised as she heard the last words. "Wow. Savage"

"He said he strangled and dismembered a 45-year old chef, James Lewandowski. Four years later, he did the same thing to a 59-year old pianist, Albert Duggins. Mr. Duggins offered him a ride. In a seven-page letter, he explained that 'he hated his own homosexuality'."

"He definitely has a different path towards to life."

"…and that might have been a motivation for the killings. As five officers strapped him to a stretcher in the death chamber at the Nevada State Prison. He smiled and told the prosecutor, Dan Seaton: 'I Love You.'"

"Yeah. Definitely. Savage." Lucy started to write on her paper.

"He was executed by lethal injection in 1989."

"Lethal injection. Way to demise his presence." Lucy smiled. "Maybe if Grandma Harriet finds this guy, she would slapped him harder."

"John Wayne Gacy known as the 'Killer Clown' was a rapist and serial killer in the 1970s."

"Clowns. A figure that made me frown… and Luan also."

"Gacy believed that his abusive childhood led to conflicts over his own sexuality."

"Sometimes, our childhood might be memorable, but it gives you conflicts amd that might affect towards to your future."

"As a part-time gig, he would dress-up as his alter-ego, Pogo the Clown, for children's parties and community gatherings."

"I might like the clown the least, using it as her alter-ego… Wicked." Lucy smiled.

"He told police that his alternate personality was responsible for luring young men to his home."

"And definitely, I won't lure the children just to be a victim. I might make an alter-ego of myself, next Halloween." Lucy hummed and rubbed her chin.

"…where he would rape and then strangle his victims to death. He was convicted of killing thirty-three boys and young men in suburban Chicago between 1972 and 1978. Investigators found most of his victims' bodies buried under his house in a crawl space. On his way to his execution in 1994, Gacy told a prison guard 'Kiss My Ass'."

"What a wicked man. If he met my Grandma, she would run away and hide as far as she can." Lucy write again.

"Edward H. Rulloff was accused of many crimes during his lifetime. Notably, he was accused of beating his wife and daughter to death, as well as trying to poison two other family members. Rulloff spent some time in prison but was released due to lack of evidence against him. In 1870, the law finally caught up to him when he was sentenced to death for the murder of a store clerk in Binghamton, New York as he stood up on the gallows, waiting to be hung. He yelled 'Hurry it up! I wanna be in hell in time for dinner!'".

"Well, guess you cannot hide from Death. You can run, but you cannot hide forever. But his sacrifice was the end of his conscience." Lucy writes aagain.

"Robert Charles Corner who pushed for his own execution was put to death for murdering a camper, east of Phoenix in 1987. He also was convicted of repeatedly raping a female camper that night, once in front of her boyfriend."

"What a sadistic twisted mind he has!"

"Corner admitted to killing Larry Pritchard after eating a campfire dinner with the man. In an interview, Corner said: 'I don't know what everyone's so scared about death; is not that damn bad.'"

"A man being brave at death after those actions, definitely a game changer."

"As he was strapped to the gurney, he was seen smiling throughout the entire execution process. When asked if he had any last words, Corner reportedly said: 'Yes. Go Raiders.'"

"That really changes everything. The sealed fate of your death, buy it with a smile. Enjoying pain before dying, that will be the end of it all and all of its suffering." Lucy smiled. "What a brave man." Then, she started to write.

"Peter Kürten was a German serial killer known as 'The Vampire of Düsseldorf'."

"A real vampire? Awesome." She smiled.

"He committed a series of murders and sexual acts in 1929. One of his victims was a five-year old girl who he strangled to death after stabbing her with scissors."

"Well, at least he tried."

"He claimed that he made numerous attempts to drink the blood of some of his victims, he explained that the sight of blood was integral to his sexual stimulation."

"Guess he was conducting a research. Hmph. Lisa would be proud, except for the blood and the last explanation."

"While heading to the guillotine, these were his final words: 'Tell me… after my head is chopped of, will I still be able to hear? At least for a moment? The sound of my own blood gushing from the stump of my neck? That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures.'"

"Wise words. Even Edwin would be proud of you. I wish I could hear my blood flowing into my body to show my pleasure to him." She breathed. "Sigh." She writes again.

"James D. French was an American criminal who was sentenced to life for killing a motorist while hitchhiking in 1958. Many sources claimed that he wanted to commit suicide but was too afraid to go through with it, not willing to spend life in prison and too scared to kill himself."

"He's weird. He wants to commit one but he cannot do it by himself. That's absurd, in my point of view."

"He strangled his cellmate to death in an effort to force the state to give him the death penalty. As he was led to the electric chair for his crimes, French's last word were: 'How's this for your headline? French fries.'"

"Dang it. I thought I could make the course without Luan's presence of corniness. Sigh. That would hurt my heavy, dirty soul." She write again.

"Construction worker Christopher Emmett beat his co-worker to death with the base of a brass lamp, he then stole $100 from his wallet to go buy crack cocaine. The two roofers from Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina were sharing a motel room, while they worked on a job near Danville, Virginia. In his initial statement to police, Emmett denied any involvement in the killing. During the investigation, police took possession of Emmett's clothes; subsequent testing revealed that Emmett's boots were stained with the victim's blood, that is when Emmett confessed to the murderer. The governor of Virginia at that time, Tim Kaine, refused to grant him amnesty from his impending execution. Emmett's last words were: 'Tell my family and friends – I love them. Tell the governor – he just lost my vote. Y'qll hurry this along, I'm dying to get out of here.'"

"Politics. Never ever bring Politics, that's the worst thing I have ever read." Lucy wrote again.

"Robert Alton Harris and his younger brother hijacked a car occupied by two sixteen-year old boys, Robert ordered them to drive to a remote area. The Harris Brothers told the boys to kneel and that's when the boys began to pray, Robert told the boys 'to quit crying and die like men'. Then he shot them both multiple times, the brothers then returned to the victim's car to use it as their getaway vehicle to rob a San Diego bank. Harris was less than an hour after the robbery…"

"Bad luck, dude, bad luck."

"…and was charged with murder, auto theft, kidnapping, and burglary. Harris was executed on April 21st, 1992, in the gas chamber at San Quentin State Prison. His final words were: 'You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.'"

Lucy was surprised at the last words of this guy. "Dang. If Lincoln was not around to help me find a rhyme for my poem, this guy should be my sub." She shrugged. "But he's done." She started writing at the paper.

"In 1976, Gary Gilmore shot a gas station attendant and a motel clerk in cold blood during separate robberies. His October trial lasted only two days and he was sentenced to death. He was given the choice of death by hanging or to be killed by a firing squad."

"Hanging is easy but firing squad will be a pain-enduring moment. If I could pick one, I don't wanna pick one; that would be unfair. I want to live longer because of my family. Family is one big shield to my deadly intentions and I appreciated it." She smiled.

"He opted to shot stating that there would be no mistakes. Gilmore fired his lawyers and refused to appeal the decision because he welcomed death. At the time, he was the first man to be executed in the United States in ten years. The notorious spree killer uttered the words: 'Let's do it!' just before he was executed. Years later, that very phrase became the inspiration for Nike's Just Do It campaign."

"A last words was used for a campaign?" She hummed. "Very dark intentions. Just the way I like it." She grinned and write.

"Carl Panzram was a serial killer and rapist who confessed to 21 different murders in the 1920s, spanning the United States and Angola, Africa, he once described himself as rage-personified."

"Rage personified… Rage, a beast forming inside of one's mind. Once it leaves, you will never leave behind." She gave a short poem and smiled.

"He said that he would often rape men who he had robbed. Not necessarily because was homosexual, but to dominate and humiliate them. In the midst of nine-year killing spree, he was arrested for burglary. He told officers: 'I'll kill the first man that bothers me'. When he arrived at Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary, he killed the foreman of the prison laundry, by battering him to death with an iron bar. Subsequently, he was sentenced to death and refused to appeal his sentence, he gave death threats to any human rights activists that tried to intervene on his behalf. While the noose was being put around his neck, the executioner asked if he had any last words, Panzram spit in his face and yelled: 'Hurry it up, you Hoosier bastard! I could kill a dozen man while you're screwing around!'"

Lucy stopped the video as it was the end of it and she continues to write.

"Never thought that those words were dark humor-ish, but I liked it. Speaking of words, I think these words could find me a new poem." She looked at her writings and grinned. "For those who died at their hands, your soul will he remembered and you will be taken put of respect onto your souls."

She arranged the papers.

"Well, that's my video reaction. If you loved this video and the others, gave it a like and follow us for more updates! I'm Lucy and I'll be back at my sacred place… but before that."

She saw Lincoln who didn't appear on-screen.

"Hey Lincoln, could you help me find a word that rhymes with age?" She asked.

Lincoln hummed. "Leverage."

"Thanks, Linc. I know I could count on you." She smiled.

"Yeah, whatever."

Suddenly…

"AH! Too many bats!" Someone cried.

"Uh-oh!" Lincoln started to worry as he knows what's coming. "Ah!" He started to run as a wave of bats were following him and one of the bats, Fangs, lay on her friend.

"Fangs. Don't ever do that again." Lucy reminded the animal.

"Ah!" Lincoln continued to run as the bats continued to follow him. "Could you please turn off the camera, Lucy?"

"Sigh. I guess this is the end, see you next time." She closed the camera to end the video.