Chapter 13- Stains

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A/N: You know what I own and what I don't.

(WonderRin: Yep. I wanna do it too... I might just do that... or 'screw with their minds'... *thatwastotallynotafuturereference*)

I am SOOOOO sorry for not having been online... I'm going to be highly busy until at least October, sadly, as I'm crossing the country for a SECOND time. Jeez, as if once wasn't enough... So don't expect an update for a while.

Sowwy for da showty chappy. I cliffied you... and you're going to murder me. But just because I won't be on...

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I stared at the melted popsicle. I didn't want it.

I shut my eyes and was sent back into the past, to where Piko and I were sitting in the water, the monster on the beach, holding our ice creams, laughing.

Smiling, I took a bite.

Piko grinned, then shoved half of his down his mouth in one go.

"You shouldn't eat that fast, you'll get stomachache," I chatised him. He grinned.

"I never get stomachache."

"You will one of these days."

"Are you cursing me?" He was halfway surprised, leaning back. I punched his arm.

"Yes, and all the better if you stop eating like a horse."

"I don't care." I sighed in defeat, raising my hands to his grin.

"Fine. But, why were you on my balcony last night?"

"I wasn't."

"Yes you were, you were whispering, 'Good night.' Why did you get in, to take some of my dang pizza?"

"Why else?" He grinned lazily.

"Oh, I can think of a lot of reasons, sir..."

He grinned again.

I was sent back to the present, my popsicle sans the ice cream. I realise I must have eaten it.

I feel more tears.

In about an hour, I'll be given one last chance to see Piko, then I'm to watch him die.

It's not fair.

They have...

...every right.

They're the government, unstoppable. They won't allow us to live happily! It's just more pain.

I'm hiding it exceedingly well right now.

I look out the window, to see the bright blue sky.

It'll be red by the time the execution's over, if not during it.

I'm wearing an orange dress, a new one.

I'll never wear it again after today.

Never.

Ever.

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"This beast is hereby sentenced to death for the murders of seventy-two noble, good soldiers, and permanant injuries to countless others." The little midget guy walked off the stage, looking smug. I nearly got up and kicked him as he passed by my seat.

I hadn't gotten a last moment, because apparently I'd 'gotten it yesterday'.

Jerks.

They dragged him up, but he wasn't fighting. He'd given up.

It isn't fair...

Then, they chained him down, to where two men stood on either side of his neck, with- for some reason- old swords in their hands. I then realised that he was too big to have it done any other way.

The sky's red. Really red.

I hear more shuffling like I did on that court day. I ignore it again.

Then, the officers look at their commander, who nods.

The boy I'm crushing on...

Then, they raised their blades. I caught Piko's eye for a fraction of a second. And I felt guilty, although... it wasn't truly guilt, more like pity...

I'm sorry.

I blink, looking at him. Again with that mixture of guilt and pity.

Then, just as their blades lower, he growls and shouts, "No!"

His blood stains the ground.

At the exact moment when mine does.

The last thing I feel is utter anguish and fear.

...is dead.

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