Not Voting (1) - ooba
Mizzy had been taken by both arms and dragged to the lynching stool. Despite her protests, no one had said a word. They all knew the weight of this moment, how their very lives hung in the balance. But they had made a decision and Mizzy
"No! Wait, something's wrong!"
He moved towards Mizzy, intending to help her down, but before he reached her, Incognito spoke.
"ooba, step back," he pulled out a pistol and pointed it at ooba's chest before going on, "It's too late for her. Just like it's too late for you, all of you."
ooba stopped in his track, eyes wide.
"This can't be happening!" cried jerubbaal and jumped at Incognito, wrestling him to the floor.
Seizing the opportunity, ooba ran again to assist Mizzy who was nervously looking on. A gunshot suddenly rang out and ooba cried out in pain. From behind him, Ripley stood, the barrel of his pistol smoking. ooba collapsed forward, looking up at Mizzy and mouthing the words "I'm sorry," before falling lifelessly to the floor.
jerubbaal had managed to knock Incoginto's gun out of his hands. The two were wrestling each other on the ground, both becoming drenched in mud as the rainfall intensified.
"No, you can't win now," Incognito said, "Just like Enki said, there can only be one end, and it's not yours. You've lost, don't you get it?"
With that, Incognito struck jerubbaal's jaw, startling him, then wrapped his hands around his neck and pushed down on his windpipe. jerubbaal's eyes widened and he began flailing his arms as he desperately tried to breath. Incognito's grip only grew tighter and soon jerubbaal was dead.
Nearby, Y had reached down and picked up the pistol Incognito had dropped. He now had it aimed straight at gorckat. gorckat, who had stood watching the slaughter unfolding before him looked Y in the eyes. He thought about what was happening, thinking that if he could get to his equipment, he might have been able to save ooba and jerubbaal. But did he really want to? Quick as lighting, gorckat drew his own gun and shot Y right between the eyes. Yes, gorckat could save a life if he wanted to but he was just as ready to take them. After watching Y's body fall to the ground he turned and faced his partners.
"That turned out well," he said with a smile.
"Yes, it did, considering all things," Ripley replied, patting gorckat on the back, "Your uncle Aleard never said anything about you being such a good shot."
"So, what do we do with this one," Incognito said, glancing at Mizzy who still stood with a noose around her neck.
"You're all monsters," she said with utter contempt. She was devastated by her helplessness.
"I really don't appreciate that," Incognito replied, raising his gun at her.
"No, wait," said Ripley, pulling Incognito's arm down, "Let's pay the townsfolk one last homage. Let's give them what they voted for."
One final time, the stool was pulled away. Mizzy fell. The last thing she saw before he neck snapped were the smiling faces of the Nubigenan Mafia.
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