Chapter 21: Don't You Dare Cry
A/N: I haven't updated in a long time, I know... sorry. Hehehe... I'm lazy, forgive me! Anywho, here's chapter 21~!
Grrrrrrk.
The executers pushed slowly on the Thompson sisters' backs, toying with them. Liz cringed, feeling the rope pull on her neck. It stung sure, but the knowledge of what it would do soon, pained her even more than a rope burn ever could.
Patty remained mute, staring ahead like nothing bothered her. Liz, nor the men could fathem why.
Back at the audience, Prince and Crona stood by a tall, white brick wall, talking in hushed whispers. "Are you sure, sir?" Crona said, looking at his master with worried eyes.
Prince nodded. "I'm positive."
"Alright."
Without another word, Crona dashed out of the arena's gates and into the castle. Prince watched him go, then made his way back to the seats and sat down. Now all he had to do was wait.
Liz choked and let out a gasp, feeling the pressure of the man's hand pushing her back, in cause squeezing the rope that bound her neck. Her lower back bent inward, sending her chest up in pain. He was simply torturing her before death. How cruel was royalty?
She glanced over to Patty with one open eye. Her guard was hardly touching her now. She must have gotten the lazy one.
After a couple minutes later, Spirit spoke up once more. Appearantly he had been waiting for everyone in the crowd to ready themselves. He stood from his spot next to the king. "Everyone! Are you ready!" he yelled. The members of the audience screamed in response.
"Kill them now!"
"Hurry!"
"Hang the devils!"
Liz growled under her breath. Those bastards were animals... so happy to see the sisters die. More importantly Liz. And she bet that not one of them even knew Patty before this. The girl always stayed at home, waiting for her big sister to get home.
With that thought, Liz felt her heart crush. If it wasn't for her stupid plan to kidnap Prince...
She bowed her head, eyes shadowed by her hair.
...Patty would be safe in her bed, sleeping with a smile on her face.
Prince rapped his fingers on his thigh. How long would Crona take? Any moment now, Liz and Patty would be thrown over the edge of that stand. And that would be it... Prince frowned. Dammit, Crona... where are you?
"Noble Executers!" Spirit said, snapping Prince from his thoughts. "The hanging will now start!"
Prince gasped, eyes widening. No, not yet...! Crona!
Spirit nodded towards the men, whom nodded back. Both of them grabbed the backs of Liz and Patty's shirts, shoving them near the edge of the tall platform. Liz looked down at the ground with wide eyes. Her breath began to speed up, knowing what was coming. It wasn't her life, however, that was on her mind. The only people she could think of were Prince and Patty. One would die, and the other would be burdened from guilt. So all in all, this hanging killed him too.
Liz's foot hung half way off of the platform, her toes trying to wrap around it's edge in a pitiful attempt to stop this. Patty looked at the ground as well, fear finally starting to creep into her baby blue eyes. Her head whipped to Liz. "Onee-chan..."
Liz couldn't hear her. The crowd was too loud, and basically everything in her ears were white noise. Patty spoke up again.
"Onee-chan!"
Nothing.
"Onee-chan!"
Liz flinched, head quivering in the direction of her sister. "P-Patty?"
"Stop that! You have to stay strong!"
Liz looked at her sister oddly. "What?"
Patty gave her sister a determined, hard look. "Don't let them think they've won! Don't you dare let yourself give in!" her voice was commanding, but true.
Liz choked. All she wanted to do was throw her arms around Patty and cry into her shoulder. To be the weaker sister for once. But with the ropes binding her hands together, that wouldn't happen. "Patty...!" she whimpered.
"Do not cry infront of these people!" Patty shouted again. "Do this for me, Elizabeth!"
Liz gasped, the tears brimmimg her eyes freezing. All the emotions of fear, worry and grief, disapaiting right then and there. Her sister brought back her strength. Liz knew she was supposed to be the strong one. The big sister that Patty could feel safe near. Not the other way around.
Tears drying, Liz replaced her fearful expression with one like Patty's. If she was going to die, she would do it without crying. Her blue eyes faced forward, piercing the crowd like arrows.
No longer did she fear these people.
Prince put his palm to his head, gripping his bangs in frustration. Has Crona failed? Would he be too late? ...Would the Thompson sisters die today?
"Yaaaaaaah!"
End of Chapter 21: Don't You Dare Cry