Post by なんで私 on Oct 18, 2019 17:05:15 GMT -5
Okay so bare with me on the trial part I honestly have no clue how they work but this is like in the 1830s so yah. Also warning there's some cursing.
It was a cold October day, the day of his trial. I shivered as the carriage pulled up the hall. I was a key witness to his crimes, his terrible, gruesome crimes. After a good couple of minutes, the crowd went silent. The guards walked him in. Axel Einer Jönsson, the Stockholm Slasher, killer of 17 people, my brother. They sat him down in the cage, his hands chained. He was looking down. The judge came in.
"Axel Einer Jönsson, do you confess to the crime of killing 17 people including your own father on December 27th twelve years ago?” the judge boomed. Axel looked up, he smiled, his pine green eyes sparkling in the dim light.
"Then why do you think I'm here in the first place?" he responded chuckling. "All those assholes deserved their demise, every single one. And I relished in the moment of their deaths." The crowd gasped at his words. Of course, he wouldn´t regret it. He didn't regret killing father, and he defiantly didn't regret killing James. I felt goosebumps thinking of the note he left next to James's bloody body. He never deserved you baby sister, no one does.
"Eleanor Jönsson, you are a key witness in this case. Please, step forward,” the judge said in a much more soft tone. I got up and fixed my dress. I walked to the front of the courtroom.
"Now Ms. Jönsson, did your brother truly commit those crimes?" he continued. I took a big breath then answered the question.
"Yes," I answered softly, "my brother did commit the crimes mentioned. I even witnessed him killing our own father for reasons unknown to me." Axel rose up angrily, his messy brown hair flying about.
"THAT BASTARD DESERVED WHAT WAS COMING!"
“QUIET JÖNSSON!!” the judge yelled as two guards restrained Axel. I couldn’t bear look at him. The judge sighed.
“Axel Einer Jönsson, I sentence you to death by burning on October 13th at 5:30 PM for account of murder and suspected witchcraft,” he said calmly. Axel said nothing. He just looked at the ground, silently. I watched as the guards escorted him out. He looked at me as they walked out, eyes narrowed.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as he left, “I had to do it. It was the only way.”
The day of the execution came too soon. I snuck out of the estate to watch. My mother was in her room mourning. She was stuffing her face with chocolates, Axel’s favorite food. She was even wearing his favorite scarf, covered in beautiful runes. I hid near the front of the crowd of people, my face covered by a veil so no one would recognize me. Besides, a Jönsson daughter would never come to a public execution, one not so gruesome as a burning. I watched as the guards brought him onto the platform and tied him to the stake. He was wearing a white blouse and pants, no shoes.
"Any lost words Jönsson?" one of the guards asked. Axel looked at him, his green eyes shining in the setting sun. He then looked out to the crowd of gathered people.
"MARK MY WORDS I WILL COME BACK FOR ALL OF YOU! ESPECIALLY YOU ELEANOR JÖNSSON! I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL!" He yelled as the guards dropped the torch. I watched the flames lick up Axel's feet. He didn´t scream. He only watched. The flames continued crawling up his legs. I couldn't watch. I could hear Axel's yelling.
"HERE I COME LUCIFER! MAKE ROOM FOR ONE MORE DAMNED SOUL!" The flames devoured him. I just watched my own brother burn to death. I felt someone tugging on my dress. I turned to the left to see an
old woman, fear in her eyes.
"You saw that right miss?" she pleaded with fear. I tilted my head in confusion.
"Saw what madame?" I asked curiously.
"The man! The man in the blue hanbok!" Till the day I died, I wondered what that woman meant. Was she crazy? Did she misseen something? Or did she really see a man in a blue hanbok? I will never know.
It was a cold October day, the day of his trial. I shivered as the carriage pulled up the hall. I was a key witness to his crimes, his terrible, gruesome crimes. After a good couple of minutes, the crowd went silent. The guards walked him in. Axel Einer Jönsson, the Stockholm Slasher, killer of 17 people, my brother. They sat him down in the cage, his hands chained. He was looking down. The judge came in.
"Axel Einer Jönsson, do you confess to the crime of killing 17 people including your own father on December 27th twelve years ago?” the judge boomed. Axel looked up, he smiled, his pine green eyes sparkling in the dim light.
"Then why do you think I'm here in the first place?" he responded chuckling. "All those assholes deserved their demise, every single one. And I relished in the moment of their deaths." The crowd gasped at his words. Of course, he wouldn´t regret it. He didn't regret killing father, and he defiantly didn't regret killing James. I felt goosebumps thinking of the note he left next to James's bloody body. He never deserved you baby sister, no one does.
"Eleanor Jönsson, you are a key witness in this case. Please, step forward,” the judge said in a much more soft tone. I got up and fixed my dress. I walked to the front of the courtroom.
"Now Ms. Jönsson, did your brother truly commit those crimes?" he continued. I took a big breath then answered the question.
"Yes," I answered softly, "my brother did commit the crimes mentioned. I even witnessed him killing our own father for reasons unknown to me." Axel rose up angrily, his messy brown hair flying about.
"THAT BASTARD DESERVED WHAT WAS COMING!"
“QUIET JÖNSSON!!” the judge yelled as two guards restrained Axel. I couldn’t bear look at him. The judge sighed.
“Axel Einer Jönsson, I sentence you to death by burning on October 13th at 5:30 PM for account of murder and suspected witchcraft,” he said calmly. Axel said nothing. He just looked at the ground, silently. I watched as the guards escorted him out. He looked at me as they walked out, eyes narrowed.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as he left, “I had to do it. It was the only way.”
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The day of the execution came too soon. I snuck out of the estate to watch. My mother was in her room mourning. She was stuffing her face with chocolates, Axel’s favorite food. She was even wearing his favorite scarf, covered in beautiful runes. I hid near the front of the crowd of people, my face covered by a veil so no one would recognize me. Besides, a Jönsson daughter would never come to a public execution, one not so gruesome as a burning. I watched as the guards brought him onto the platform and tied him to the stake. He was wearing a white blouse and pants, no shoes.
"Any lost words Jönsson?" one of the guards asked. Axel looked at him, his green eyes shining in the setting sun. He then looked out to the crowd of gathered people.
"MARK MY WORDS I WILL COME BACK FOR ALL OF YOU! ESPECIALLY YOU ELEANOR JÖNSSON! I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL!" He yelled as the guards dropped the torch. I watched the flames lick up Axel's feet. He didn´t scream. He only watched. The flames continued crawling up his legs. I couldn't watch. I could hear Axel's yelling.
"HERE I COME LUCIFER! MAKE ROOM FOR ONE MORE DAMNED SOUL!" The flames devoured him. I just watched my own brother burn to death. I felt someone tugging on my dress. I turned to the left to see an
old woman, fear in her eyes.
"You saw that right miss?" she pleaded with fear. I tilted my head in confusion.
"Saw what madame?" I asked curiously.
"The man! The man in the blue hanbok!" Till the day I died, I wondered what that woman meant. Was she crazy? Did she misseen something? Or did she really see a man in a blue hanbok? I will never know.
