“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
Bloated bastartds, looking down at her as if they were innocent. How dare they judge her. Tara Green frowned at each in turn, The Council of the Guardian realm was a collective joke. And yet, here she was chained to the chair of the accused, a beam of sunlight burrowing into her skull. They had her good this time, she’d give them that.
If she could just get free she’d show them what real terror looked like. They had no idea how far she’d be willing to go, she’d do them much worse then she did to that worm. He desereved it. His death would force Andrew’s hand. Hadn’t they wanted that? She shook her head. What was she thinking. She was giving them too much credit.These myopic geezers could barely see past their …show more content…
He took a breath and ignored her existance. “The erasure of Tara Green will take place in twenty minutes, after a short recess.” He banged the gavel down twice on this podium and ended the session. The sound echoed all the way down into Tara’s soul and sung of finality with a note of emanate doom.
Her mouth hung open again. Twenty minutes? That wasn’t normal. The Council had to wade through moutians red tape. Typically, erasures were bumped back for days, sometimes weeks.
“Hey,” Tara shouted, struggling agaisnt the guards who were now dragging her toward the double silver doors that lead to the erasure chamber. “Hey,” she screamed, spikes bit into her wrists, blood dripped on the floor. She didn’t care.
Edwin turned to her and lifted an eyebrow, the room was on its feet, holding its breath for some final, terrible, horrific event from the infamous Tara Green.
Oh, she wanted to do that. Every fiber of her being wanted to boil each Council member, plus Damian, to formless mush, but all she managed was, “This is against protocal. I demand an appeal.” The guards squeezed her thighter.
“Your’s is a special case, Ms. Green,” Edwin said. “The erasure will proceed as
“Guilty.”
“Guilty.”
Bloated bastartds, looking down at her as if they were innocent. How dare they judge her. Tara Green frowned at each in turn, The Council of the Guardian realm was a collective joke. And yet, here she was chained to the chair of the accused, a beam of sunlight burrowing into her skull. They had her good this time, she’d give them that.
If she could just get free she’d show them what real terror looked like. They had no idea how far she’d be willing to go, she’d do them much worse then she did to that worm. He desereved it. His death would force Andrew’s hand. Hadn’t they wanted that? She shook her head. What was she thinking. She was giving them too much credit.These myopic geezers could barely see past their …show more content…
He took a breath and ignored her existance. “The erasure of Tara Green will take place in twenty minutes, after a short recess.” He banged the gavel down twice on this podium and ended the session. The sound echoed all the way down into Tara’s soul and sung of finality with a note of emanate doom.
Her mouth hung open again. Twenty minutes? That wasn’t normal. The Council had to wade through moutians red tape. Typically, erasures were bumped back for days, sometimes weeks.
“Hey,” Tara shouted, struggling agaisnt the guards who were now dragging her toward the double silver doors that lead to the erasure chamber. “Hey,” she screamed, spikes bit into her wrists, blood dripped on the floor. She didn’t care.
Edwin turned to her and lifted an eyebrow, the room was on its feet, holding its breath for some final, terrible, horrific event from the infamous Tara Green.
Oh, she wanted to do that. Every fiber of her being wanted to boil each Council member, plus Damian, to formless mush, but all she managed was, “This is against protocal. I demand an appeal.” The guards squeezed her thighter.
“Your’s is a special case, Ms. Green,” Edwin said. “The erasure will proceed as