The next day, the same young man called Pierre's name. Pierre, his family, François, and Lumiere were escorted by part of the Army to the tumbrels. There they were accompanied to the Guillotine. Pierre was called up to the platform by non-other than Maximillian Robespierre.
"Monsieur," Robespierre started out. "You are accused of treason, escaping execution twice, and harm to the Republic. You will sit here and watch your family and friend die. Then you too will die! Send up the son!"
Pierre Jr. is hoisted onto the stage and laid on the Guillotine bench.
"Son, you are accused of treason and are sentenced to death," roared the executioner. "May God have mercy on your corrupt soul."
The blade is let loose and the hideous sight of Pierre Jr.'s tiny head being sliced off, made Pierre jump. The rest of his family went the same way. First Marie went up, then Belle. Then François made his was onto the platform.
"You are accused of treasonous behavior against the Republic. May God have mercy on your corrupt soul." The blade is let loose and off went the head. All the while Pierre was praying.
"Dear God, help my family. And poor François and Lumiere. Let them know how much I appreciate their sacrifice," Pierre prays over and over again.
Finally it is Pierre's turn. He is placed on the bench. He closed his eyes as the executioner read him his last words. He wasn't paying attention to the words. All he could think about was his family and two best friends.
"AND!" Marie's big beautiful eyes flash into his head.
"MAY!" Pierre Jr. drawing a picture appears.
"GOD!" Belle's loving face smiles at him.
"HAVE!" Marie as a baby just begins to walk.
"MERCY!" Pierre's electric smile beams at him.
"ON!" The memory of when he first saw Belle came into view.
"YOUR!" His best friends, François and Lumiere wave at him.
"CORRUPT!" All of them are standing together, happy as ever.
"SOUL!" Black.
Like the estimated 40,000 other people, Pierre lost his life to Madame Guillotine.