I am pretty psyched for this chapter. I actually re-wrote it several times, but I'm still not quite SATISFIED with it. Idk. Please be gentle if it's not up to your expectation, since this is going to be the best chapter, probably. There is two parts to the Execution, so stay tuned for Part II of this chapter, which I will post later. Next Saturday—the LATEST. I will try to get it in before, because there is a cliffhanger in this chapter that you'll probably hate me for.

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Avril Lambert: Ik. Peter is beginning to annoy me. But hopefully by the end of the Execution Part 2 you will like Peter a lot more because he shows the goodness in him. And exactly. Peter is bad news, when it comes to girls.

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Disclaimer: I think we all know I don't own Disney. I only own Dani Spaaaaark! :D And also, the song in this is "The Reason" by Hoobastank. I just thought it kinda showed Jim's emotions well in the execution.

Enjoy this, guys! Keep pestering me for the next part and I WILL UPLOAD!

-inserts an evil smirk—

-Crystal

All we can do is keep breathing.

-Sarah

For Sarah Hawkins, hospitality and cooking kept her alive.

When Sinbad had left all those years ago, she sat there and cried, then cooked. She made food and served her guests and worked her ass off. She had never cursed at him, not once. She had given him love and care and tried to forget the past. She had never brought it up, not once. On Sinbad's birthday, she hadn't called him.

Instead, she tried to pretend he had been wiped off the face of the planet.

She had been shocked when the cops arrived and announced that her son was the Crystal Thief. Of course she had heard bits and pieces of gossip from the marketplace about the Thief. But she had never in a million years thought it would be her son. Jim wasn't a bad kid, he just had the tendancy to get into a little trouble. But never anything serious. Only for solar surfing and other assorted small crimes.

But to be put to death? And they had discarded the protocol of leaving ten days to search for evidence. Why? Was there a reason behind this?
Sarah knew she didn't have time for questions.

She continued to mix the dough for bread. She had no idea what she was doing but she'd keep doing it till the sun turned to blood and the world ended.

If she stopped for one second, she feared she'd melt and her bones would turn to ashes. Sarah mixed vigorously.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the ground. Well, who the hell was that? Sarah only had one customer today. A traveler. Everyone else had stayed at home to wait for the execution, which had been extended to sunset.

She sucked in air, and strode to the door, opening it.

There stood Sinbad.

She stared at him. He looked up at her. "Sarah," he greeted. "I—"

Sarah didn't give him a chance to speak. She slammed the door in his face. She was going to block the inn from him. She was going to build a barrier. Never was he ever going to get close to her again. After all, it was his fault for making Jim this way. If Sinbad hadn't left, Jim would be a good boy. At least that's what she hoped.

"Sarah, please. Open the door. Please. Just let me talk."

"NO!" Sarah screamed. For the first time, since the officers had said Jim was going to be executed, Sarah began to cry. She pushed herself against the door.
"Sarah, I understand what you're going through. I know—"

"You don't understand anything!" Sarah hollered. "You LEFT US! You left him—do you know how much you hurt us?" Sarah massaged her temples. "You know what, Sinbad? Forget me. It doesn't matter about me. What about JIM? You don't know how much he missed you. Do you know how horrible it is for a son to lose his father?"
"I'm right here!" Sinbad tried to wrench the door open desperately. "I'm here now, Sarah."
"Where were you three years ago?" Sarah snarled, shoving the door back. "As far as I'm concerned, you are dead to me. DEAD!"

Sinbad won out and pushed the door open. Sarah stumbled back. Sinbad moved forward. "Sarah. I don't want you to be sad alone. Just let me help you."
Sarah ran to the kitchen, throwing the door open and slamming it. She sank into her chair, her blood pressure soaring sky high and her forehead throbbing. She was crying so hard she couldn't breathe. "He was my son," she sobbed. "I need him, I can't live without him—I can't do this alone!"

Sinbad looked through the little window, then he looked down. "Sarah. I—" He stopped.

Sarah continued to cry. She couldn't form words with her lips.

"If it isn't trouble," Sinbad leaned through the window. "I have a request."
"What more could you want from me?" Sarah wailed.

"Water," said Sinbad.

Sarah poured a glass of water to get rid of him, and opened the door to shove it at him.
"Not for me," Sinbad said, glancing out the window. "For her." He pointed at an exotic girl with tan skin, short wavy black hair and turquoise eyes.

Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Who are you?"
The woman smiled and accepted the glass of water. "I'm Marina Hawkins."
Sarah turned to Sinbad slowly. "Marina Hawkins."

"I'm Sinbad's wife," Marina said, narrowing her eyes. "You must be his girlfriend. And the mother of his child. The juvenile delinquent, right? I'm guessing."

Sarah glared at Sinbad. "I want you and her out of my inn right now. I vowed to never get close to you. Ever. But here I am letting you inside. It is more than you can hope for."

Sinbad went over to Sarah. "She is not my wife," he whispered. "She is just my ex-girlfriend, I promise."

"Ex-girlfriend?" Sarah demanded. She whirled to Marina. "Is he kidding around? Are you another one of his ex-girlfriends or are you his wife?"

Marina put her hands on her hips. "We're married! Look." She stretched out his left hand. A beautiful diamond ring perched on her slender tan finger.

Sarah was at the breaking point.

Her son was to be killed at sunset.

She was going to be living alone for the rest of her life.

She was financially dying.

Her husband was lying to her about girlfriends and wives.

"She's my girlf—" Sinbad began again.

"BULLSHIT!" Sarah whirled around. It was the first curse word she had practically ever said, and in front of her husband. It sounded like something Jim would be saying.

Sinbad and Marina looked taken aback. Sinbad narrowed his eyes. "Don't start—"

"You're don't control me!" Sarah slapped Sinbad across the face.

He staggered back in shock.

Sarah wiped her red puffy eyes and glanced at the wall clock. "Jim's execution is in an hour," she said with a sniffle. "I have to go."
She had surprised herself today.

I don't have anything to say.

-Jim

As Jim walked up to the stage in the Public Square he looked at the scared crowd of people about to witness the execution.

Rhimes stood next to the King and Principal Clayton, who looked unhappy but wouldn't make eye contact with Jim.

The executioner stood robed in black with a giant axe. Jim had begun trembling. He thought maybe he would start to cry.

He wanted to see Wendy and his mother, but what really gnawed at him and surprised him was that he wanted to see his father.

He wished his father would come and make things right. He wished for himself to imagine a dream where his father made things right.

He didn't even care if it was real anymore.

He saw Wendy, with Dani's arms wrapped tightly around her.

He scanned the crowd again for people he knew. He saw the Triton Girls, Ariel looking shocked and taken aback, one hand covering her mouth.

He saw Gaston, in the back, his eyes narrowed as he glared at Jim. The officers directed Jim to the podium, where he stood awkwardly, waiting to die. He stared at Gaston, and Gaston's glare disappeared. His ice blue eyes softened, and he sighed, looking away.

Jim found his mother in the back of the crowd, sobbing. He wanted her, all of a sudden. He didn't care if it was childish or stupid, he wanted to be young again, with his mom's arms around him. He was scared and confused—he was being killed for a crime he hadn't committed.

"Stand right there," the guard ordered him. "Don't try to run, don't try to—"

Jim shut his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere."

The execution was about to start.

Jim's heart was about to beat out of his chest. He heard Wendy crying in the crowd. Jim tried to block out noises, but it was just too hard.

Suddenly, there was a flash of smoke and fire next to him, and the tallest man he had ever seen, wearing a long black robe with blue flames for his hair.
The crowd gasped audibly.

"Hello!" the man waved cheerfully. "I haven't seen this many people gathered in one place for a long, long time. Ah, James Pleiades Hawkins, is it?" He placed his hand on Jim's shoulder.

Jim pulled away. "Get the hell off me."

Hades smiled. "So here's the deal, dear people. I take Hawkins here, and King," he turned to the King. "You get your daughter back."
The King nodded.

He turned to Jim. "You shouldn't even be alive right now. Do you remember the fire, boy?"
Jim began to stare at the ground. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" Hades demanded. "You're going to die anyway, the people have a right to know."
Jim glared at the Lord of the Dead.

Hades smiled. "So last year, there was a fire at the Benbow Diner. Jim Hawkins died in the fire. He died and I came to take his soul."

If the people were surprised when Hades had first arrived, they were shocked now.

"But his girlfriend, Ellie, believed he had a future. She exchanged lives with him. I took her instead. She is the reason Jim is alive today. And now he is going to be with her." He grinned at Jim. "Excited?"
Jim didn't say a word, but his shoulders were shaking as he remembered Ellie.

"Alright." Hades slapped his hands together. "Let's get this show on the road, people! But before executing this boy, I'm supposed to say one good thing about him." Hades stroked his long blue-tinted chin, then smiled. "He always took care of his mother, no matter what. He loved her, even if he rubs off as a lone wolf."
Jim's head snapped up at the term.

Hades extinguished the blue flames on his head. "Jim, would you like to say your last words right now?"
Jim glanced at the crowd. "I want my mom," he said, no matter how childish that sounded. He was gonna die anyway.

His mother pushed through. "Baby, I'm right here!" she cried, grabbing his hands. He knelt down and gave her an awkward hug.

"I love you, Jim," she whispered.

Jim hesitated, then nodded. "I love you too."
His mother looked surprised—it was the first time Jim had said that to his mother since his father had left home.

The next person to push forward was Sinbad. He was crying. Jim narrowed his eyes and took a suspicious step back.

"Jim," said Sinbad, rubbing his eyes. His shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. If this wasn't happening, would you give me another chance?"
Jim stood. "This is happening. And there's no way it's not."
"Forgive me, son."
Jim turned back to Sinbad, and saw himself older. I would never leave my family, Jim thought.

And then he nodded faintly to his dad.

He glanced at Wendy. He gave her a tiny sideways smile, but couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

She buried her face into Dani's shoulder.

Jim stood before the podium, his fingers balled up.

He thought of all the messed-up suffering and sadness in this world. He wished he could just remove what had happened in the past.

I'm not a perfect person

There's many things I wish I didn't do

But I continue learning

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say beforeI go

That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

And the reason is you.

Jim shut his eyes tightly, thinking of Wendy and Ellie and Gaston and his father and his mother and every person he had ever met in his life. He pressed his fingers into his palms, then finally—

He let go.

He sank to his knees before the podium and placed his neck where the axe would cut.

Please God. Please let me die fast. Don't let me feel that intense pain. Don't let me die a painful death.

The executioner raised the axe.

Jim closed his eyes, crying and praying and shaking.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from somewhere in the crowd.

"STOP!"

Cliffhanger! -evil smile-

Guys, 3 reviews and I'll upload the next part.

And who do you think yelled "STOP?"

-Crystal