The mother looked at the crowd, who celebrated her death. Her tears, falling slowly to the ground, not from fear, but from a broken heart. Never in her life had she had so many people have intense hatred for her, never in her life had people call her, "witch,"Satan,"bitch."
At that moment, at that very second something kicked in her mind. She could feel her heart give off dark blood, she could feel the ancient hormone of the putrid witch flow through her quickly. And soon, waves of Thunder circled the arena like crows. Their roars forced the chanting to come into a dead stop. The pavement that the woman's knees touched, started to form trails of cracks, circling that dark guillotine. "Witch, demon, bitch is what I hear in those chants of yours," said the woman. "Though my body, my beating heart will come into a dead stop, My soul, my soul that I know shines it's lights bigger than the dark shines it's poison, will not be hunting you down. Or the man that will pull that trigger," boomed the woman. "Even though my body will be gone, my son won't. And I know that he will not be alone in the vast woods, because I will be with him."
"So go on, go on and kill me, because soon, a beast will come. The one who carries my genes in his blood, he will come back and destroy...you...all," said the woman. And with the mighty hands of the man in the black mask, he pulled that rope with all his might, making that massive blade come crashing down swiftly. A second past, and the woman's head laid on that pavement floor, with blood slowly streaming down her open neck like a waterfall. Usually the crowd would stand up on their feet, and scream excitedly, and clap as loud as they can at the sight of gore.
But not this time, this time silence was the one that hovered over the arena. The only sound that was heard, was the sound of the raindrops hitting pavement and flesh. And soon, the crowd left quietly, nobody ran, nobody cried.
The police searched the woman's home, they searched the whole town. Through every dirty dumpster, through every dark alley, and through every fields of tobacco. But no baby was found, it was like it vanished into thin air.
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