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Here is another chapter but a small warning before that. There is gonna be a lot of hostility in it so if anyone of you cannot handle violence then…maybe its best if you skip this chapter. Otherwise, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Maid Sama or any of its characters.
"KILL! KILL! KILL!"
Misaki suddenly halted to a stop which made Honoka bump into her back.
"Ouch! Misaki what is the matter? Why did you stop all of a sudden?" she exclaimed.
"H-Honoka can you hear that!?"
"Hear wha-Oh my God!" Honoka gasped as her eyes took in the small crowd that had gathered in the centre of the marketplace.
"What is going on out there Honoka? Lets check it out!" Misaki hurried.
'Oh Lord! It's an execution. Princess has no knowledge about this. I cannot let her witness such brutality!' Honoka panicked.
"No Princess, you mustn't! It's late as it is. We should hurry back to the Palace before the King gets a word about your absence and sends an army for search. It will complicate matters for both of us." Honoka tried to reason but her words fell on deaf ears as Misaki had already made her way to the angry mob.
"GOOD GRACIOUS! Misaki hold on!" Honoka quickly followed but by then Misaki had already disappeared into the crowd.
…
"Excuse me sir."
"I'm sorry miss."
"Please let me through."
Misaki politely pleaded and apologized as she hurriedly pushed her way in through the sea of restless people to the front. Upon reaching her destination, a chill ran down her spine as she gasped at the sight that now greeted her.
A man lay on the wooden platform of the rostrum as he whimpered and thrashed while blood continued to ooze out of several cuts and bruises that stretched throughout his body while another figure towered over him, his eyes twinkling with malice and his lips pulled back into a disgusting smirk.
Misaki's blood ran cold as she eyed the whip he had in his grasp- thick, long …with hundreds of tiny pins embedded in it.
She tore her gaze away from the offending tool as the 'executioner' spoke in thick accent.
"Do you accept defeat?"
The man coughed out blood as he tried to get up on his knees but failed.
"Do you regret your actions?"
"Y-yes." he croaked.
'What is going on!?' Misaki's mind raced as she tried to process the scene that was currently playing before her eyes.
She was broken out of her revere as someone grabbed her elbow.
"Thank the Lords! For a second I thought I had lost you." Honoka panted.
"Honoka! What is this? Why is that man getting beaten up in public and why is no one doing anything to stop this hostility!?"
Honoka sighed. "He is being punished for his crimes."
"Punished?" Misaki repeated. "He is going to die Honoka!"
"Apparently, death is the only way to wash his sins."
"This is inhumane!"
Before Misaki could continue, she was silenced by the crowd as they broke out into acclamation. Her eyes drifted from Honoka to the executioner who had a smug look on his face. Her heart raced as her eyes slowly fell on the man who was now floating in a pool of his on blood. His eyes bore no pain, he had stopped thrashing…he was dead.
'No…'
"Bring in the next!"
A group of men pulled in a blindfolded person on the raised platform as he thrashed and jerked in their grasp.
'Is he going to face the same fate?' Misaki panicked.
"This young lad -" the executioner began "used to serve as a slave for the Nobles until he was found guilty of murdering a fellow worker."
The crowd gasped at this while he continued, "Poor fellow tried to escape but as they say 'crime never pays'." He laughed dryly.
He pulled out the blindfold in one swift motion and Misaki's breath hitched in her throat as a pair of emerald eyes stared at her direction.
"What say fella, got anything to pipe in for your defense?"
"I did not do it," came the short reply.
"As they all say." He scoffed. "So what do you fine people suggest should be done to punish this young man?"
Misaki cringed as the crowd began their chant…"KILL! KILL! KILL!"
'No!'
"Well an eye for an eye, eh?"
His eyes widened as the person before him… SMIRKED!
"That does it!" he exclaimed before lashing out his whip on his back.
Misaki winced as the sound echoed in her ears. To her wonder, she saw no fear in those pools of emerald but…boredom?
"You felt it boy?" he teased.
"…Is that all you got?" the 'boy' with blonde hair taunted.
The executioner's face flushed with anger as he lashed out another strike with twice the force.
His rage intensified as the person before him showed no pain. He lashed out again…and again…and again.
Misaki's heart clenched with each strike as she clenched her fists tight. She could no longer witness this and do nothing.
After twenty strikes, the accused stood intact in his place while he dropped on his knees gasping for breath.
Embarrassed and humiliated, he called out to another man to take his stead.
Misaki's eyes widened as she took in this new presence that carried a whip twice as deadly as the previous one and had a physique that could frighten even the bravest.
WHACK!
The young man winced and squeezed his eyes shut to reduce the pain.
'No!' Misaki screamed in her head.
WHACK!
He clenched his fists as his body started to tremble.
'No!'
WHACK!
He could hold it no longer and dropped on one knee.
'NO!'
The 'monster' was about to lash out again as his hand stopped mid-way by a shout-
"STOP!"
A/N: Guess who screamed? Lol! Anyways, please let me know what you guys think about this chapter. Pretty please?