"Fine, just kill me then, I'm sick of it all," Rooster finally proclaimed to the archons. Since almost the beginning, villagers have been accusing Rooster of being a beast. They had beaten her, left her tied up to die, and last night, someone burned her hovel. She is homeless yet no one dare offer her quarter as they too would be accused.
"That's exactly what a wolf would say. You'll find no sympathy from us," said the Colonel from the gathered crowd. While each day there were more open seats, nothing could curb the villages blood lust. After all, if no one was killed then no wolves would die.
"Very well," said Archon Sean. "To the gallows."
"No!" shouted Rooster. "Do it now. I will not be made a spectacle of."
Archon Aru leaned to Sean and had a quick conversation before Sean stood and started to leave.
"Sean is going to get his poison grog," explained Archon Tails. "It will be quick and painless."
"That's not good enough," said Dis'array stepping forward. "I want to see terror in her eyes." With that, he grabbed Rooster's mouth with his left hand and quickly drew a knife across her throat.
Rooster tried to scream as she dropped to the floor clutching her throat, but all that came forth was blood. None of the villagers or archons even gestured to help -- nearly every one of them wanted her killed. After a couple convulsions, Rooster's body stopped moving. She was dead. Her body never turned into a wolf.
"Get that body out of here," commanded Sean as the people dispersed to prepare for another long night. Though the villagers once again killed an innocent, no one felt remorse. Not even Dis'array, the man that sliced the killing cut. He could always tell himself that she had asked to be killed.
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It's night, Wolf Argon, send me your victim. Dawn comes at May 22, 2012, 12:00:00 PM