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tamingthemuseTitle: Grace
Prompt: 320 Sculpture
Genre(s): Tragedy & slight horror
Rating: PG-13/borderline R
Word Count: 673
Summary: Three individuals are brought before a crowd for one thing they refused to do
Notes: Inspired by events in the bloody horrifying game "Amnesia: The Dark Descent".
Grace
There were three that morning in the parade. First was Jarius, a metal worker from the east side of town. He crafted fine things for the people; tools, weapons and safe boxes were among the many wonders he synthesized. He was appreciated, humble and hard working.
Second behind him was an aging woman, silver hair a wispy mess as she marched behind the craftsman. Sadie had always been a modest person, loved and adored for her sweetly singing voice that would entertain all in the town. Children often came to her doorstep with flowers as payment for a song, and she would accept them with the grace she was famous for.
Lastly was eight year old Kirkland, ambitious and anxious to grow up to be a public servant like his father. He was of the typical mischievous sort, finding trouble quickly, but would just as swiftly evade punishment through his innocent face. That face had thus far been untouched by any hand that would dare to strike him.
They were a fine trio of individuals, each worthy of fame, glory and eternal happiness. But their transgressions against their society had them in the town square, bound and condemned to fates worse than death.
The chaffed skin left from the roughness of the ropes burned and irritated, searing into the flesh to mark them as symbols of betrayal. The crowd saw these and mocked them – people that once befriended them and shared their tables. No longer as they waited for the executions to begin.
Jarius was stretched and tied to the spokes of a cart’s wheel, exposing his limbs to the mercy of whips, hammers and any other such objects brought to maim him with. Sadie’s legs were swept from under her and she found herself upside down, ankles soon then brought to be bound with her wrists. She felt something sharp, steadily biting into her legs and she looked up through pulsating eyes to see the only thing keeping her suspended was a carpenter’s saw. Kirkland had not been subjected to a torture device, and was instead forced to kneel before the crowd as their leader spoke out to the people.
“We are one, but we are many. These are few. FEW! The examples of what would await you should you ever choose to disobey your masters! Will you ever disobey?”
“No!” The crowd roared back.
“For their crimes, shouldn’t they be punished severely?”
“Yes!”
The man grabbed Kirkland by the neck and spoke lowly into his ear, “You, most of all, should suffer the consequences of your actions. Your father will meet a fate not so different from yours soon enough.”
Kirkland flinched when he was yanked to his feet, but in his youthful tone he replied shakily, “I won’t do something my dad says I shouldn’t.”
A sacrificial lamb turned into a pig for ceremony, the scorn of the crowd spewed at the little boy who merely was doing what he knew was right. He was then turned around to see the idol representing a superficial belief; a bull of the earth erected in gold form to instill fear in the masses with its bellowing roar.
And a fire was lit under the bull’s belly, its mighty reverberations breaking the air and sweeping through an overjoyed crowd. Jarius wept at his craftsmanship, limbs stretching and being smashed with a hammer while he watched horrified through eyes bleeding distress.
Jagged teeth cutting into her legs and rushing blood beginning to already cause delirium, Sadie did the only thing she knew; she sang a lament for her suffering comrades, and for that of the people witnessing such a display. She wanted to cry and scream in pain, but little Kirkland was doing enough for the both of them within the containment of the idol they refused to bow before.
Amidst the beating against the golden walls, the cheering people and the tears being shed in agony, a simple song could be heard from Sadie’s chapped lips.
”Amazing grace… how sweet the sound…”
Prompt: 320 Sculpture
Genre(s): Tragedy & slight horror
Rating: PG-13/borderline R
Word Count: 673
Summary: Three individuals are brought before a crowd for one thing they refused to do
Notes: Inspired by events in the bloody horrifying game "Amnesia: The Dark Descent".
There were three that morning in the parade. First was Jarius, a metal worker from the east side of town. He crafted fine things for the people; tools, weapons and safe boxes were among the many wonders he synthesized. He was appreciated, humble and hard working.
Second behind him was an aging woman, silver hair a wispy mess as she marched behind the craftsman. Sadie had always been a modest person, loved and adored for her sweetly singing voice that would entertain all in the town. Children often came to her doorstep with flowers as payment for a song, and she would accept them with the grace she was famous for.
Lastly was eight year old Kirkland, ambitious and anxious to grow up to be a public servant like his father. He was of the typical mischievous sort, finding trouble quickly, but would just as swiftly evade punishment through his innocent face. That face had thus far been untouched by any hand that would dare to strike him.
They were a fine trio of individuals, each worthy of fame, glory and eternal happiness. But their transgressions against their society had them in the town square, bound and condemned to fates worse than death.
The chaffed skin left from the roughness of the ropes burned and irritated, searing into the flesh to mark them as symbols of betrayal. The crowd saw these and mocked them – people that once befriended them and shared their tables. No longer as they waited for the executions to begin.
Jarius was stretched and tied to the spokes of a cart’s wheel, exposing his limbs to the mercy of whips, hammers and any other such objects brought to maim him with. Sadie’s legs were swept from under her and she found herself upside down, ankles soon then brought to be bound with her wrists. She felt something sharp, steadily biting into her legs and she looked up through pulsating eyes to see the only thing keeping her suspended was a carpenter’s saw. Kirkland had not been subjected to a torture device, and was instead forced to kneel before the crowd as their leader spoke out to the people.
“We are one, but we are many. These are few. FEW! The examples of what would await you should you ever choose to disobey your masters! Will you ever disobey?”
“No!” The crowd roared back.
“For their crimes, shouldn’t they be punished severely?”
“Yes!”
The man grabbed Kirkland by the neck and spoke lowly into his ear, “You, most of all, should suffer the consequences of your actions. Your father will meet a fate not so different from yours soon enough.”
Kirkland flinched when he was yanked to his feet, but in his youthful tone he replied shakily, “I won’t do something my dad says I shouldn’t.”
A sacrificial lamb turned into a pig for ceremony, the scorn of the crowd spewed at the little boy who merely was doing what he knew was right. He was then turned around to see the idol representing a superficial belief; a bull of the earth erected in gold form to instill fear in the masses with its bellowing roar.
And a fire was lit under the bull’s belly, its mighty reverberations breaking the air and sweeping through an overjoyed crowd. Jarius wept at his craftsmanship, limbs stretching and being smashed with a hammer while he watched horrified through eyes bleeding distress.
Jagged teeth cutting into her legs and rushing blood beginning to already cause delirium, Sadie did the only thing she knew; she sang a lament for her suffering comrades, and for that of the people witnessing such a display. She wanted to cry and scream in pain, but little Kirkland was doing enough for the both of them within the containment of the idol they refused to bow before.
Amidst the beating against the golden walls, the cheering people and the tears being shed in agony, a simple song could be heard from Sadie’s chapped lips.
”Amazing grace… how sweet the sound…”
