Yasmine Burns:
Simone’s Notes:
Historically, adultery has been subject to severe sanctions, including the death penalty, and has been grounds for divorce under fault-based divorce laws. In some places, the method of punishment for adultery is stoning to death. In the original Napoleonic Code, a man could ask to be divorced from his wife if she committed adultery, but the philandery of the husband was not a sufficient motive for divorce unless he had kept his concubine in the family home.
The Following is a Record of Events on that led to Yasmine Being Committed to Plum Hills Institution:
Wednesday, 3/23/16, 22:40:
Trent sat in his living room in his apartment as he watched Malachi peacefully sleeping on the stuffy green couch. In his hands, the sadistic man held the stone of Isis. This sky blue stone was bigger than any diamond known to man and it could give its owner the power to travel through time and summon things from the past and future. When the council fell apart, Trent stole this mighty stone and had it in his possession for years now. He had been waiting patiently for a chance to use it. Now that Yasmine had come back into the picture, he had his reason! And what makes the purpose even better is that the deity had his powers fully restored again! Trent smiled coldly at his son. “My son,” he thought. “I’ll finally be able to touch you again!” Right then, the door opened. “Come in, Jez!” the master called. The corrupt priest did so. “That bitch, your ex, is on to me!” he stated. “When do we get to kill her?” Trent didn’t look up at him as he kept smiling. “Not worry,” he replied. “I’ve already started the plan. Do you know what tomorrow is?” Jez smiled as he put two and two together. “Oh!” he called in response. “I see! Are you going to go the distance with it?” “I always do!” Trent replied. “And with my stolen prize here, I can *only* give the best!” Jez grinned at that statement. “Yas’s trial is coming up, again.” he replied. “How did she escape the first one?” “Only God knows!” Trent answered. “Only God knows! But, she won’t escape this time!” Then, he began chanting and the stone began to glow.
Thursday, 3/24/16, 7:45:
Yasmine was playing racket ball by herself in the Activity Center early the next morning. She was plotting how to kill Trent and Jez and get back Malachi. Seeing her little boy again gave her a new ambition to kill his bastard father and his sick lecherous friend. Ever since she learned that her son was alive, the hunter had been training hard to get revenge. But soon, she would have more than two pigs to deal with. Yasmine was on her fifth round of racket ball when it started. She began to experience a skull-crushing migraine. The woman sank to her knees in pain. It was all coming back to her now. The torture, the trial, the humiliation, and her death. That only meant one thing. “No!” Yas thought. “It can’t be that day already!” The pain suddenly grew worse. It really was starting again. The one day she wanted to forget was actually unfolding. Then, the pain receded away. Yas slowly rose to her feet and looked in the mirror in front of her. It was badly cracked. Why did she suddenly remember the worst day in her life? Then suddenly, Yasmine realized something. “Trent has stolen the Stone of Isis…” she thought in worry. She quickly rose to her feet and fled to Syd and Ella’s house.
Thursday, 3/24/16, 8:00:
Yasmine pounded on the door in a panic. “Syd! Ella! I need to talk to you badly!” She banged on the door until it was opened. Her boss stood there eyeing her. Yas’s eyes were wetting badly and she looked really pale. He had a look of slight worry on his face. “Oh shit!” Syd replied at last. Then, he quickly grabbed his hunter inside and closed the door behind them. The deity sat Yas on the couch with him. “He has the stone, doesn’t he?” she wailed out in misery. “He has the Stone of Isis!” Syd’s face became serious. “Yes!” he answered. The hunter was close to tears. “Calm down,” the boss told her. “Back when the council fell apart, we all began looting some of their most valuable items for ourselves. I took the very blade you own now and our swords. Trent took the Stone of Isis. As he was holding it be its long silver chain, I looked at him and said, ‘You’re not planning to do what I think you’re going to do with it, are you?’ He turned to me and replied, ‘No Sydney, why would you assume that?’ I took his word without any trust, but said nothing because I knew what he was capable of. But, I didn’t expect him to act on his plan now!”
Yasmine was now both angry and miserable. “You bastard!” she screamed out. “You let him have the stone and now he’s killing me with it! I hate you! You stupid arsehole!!!” Then, Yas began pounding on him in all her rage with her small pale thorn lily fists. Tears began to form in her eyes. Syd could’ve stopped her and told her to shut up. But he didn’t. “If it makes her feel any better at the moment, then we bother stopping her?” he thought as she kept pounding on him with her fists.
Thursday, 3/24/16, 8:07:
“Aw, poor Yas!” Jez said as he watched the show. “She’s trapped in a four-year old nightmare that can’t wake up from!” “I knew that Syd betrayed us when he put that bitch’s blood in Malachi!” Trent said as he waved his hand over the stone again. “Well, I’ve got something for him as well!” Jez grinned in delight. “Well,” he spoke up. “I’ve got to get going, I’ve got to be saving a few souls!” Trent smirked to himself. “By saving souls, you mean seducing a certain married woman, right?” he asked. Jez smiled back at him. “You know me too well, Trent!” he replied. Then, the false priest headed out the door.
Meanwhile at the Activity Center, the authorities were looking at the broken mirror in the racket ball room. “How on earth did it break?” the maintenance man asked. “This glass has been stable for years?” The chairman of sports turned to Tillie, the security guard. “Who was the last person in here?” she asked. Tillie thought about that for a moment. “Then was one woman by the name of Yasmine,” she answered at last. The other two stared at her. “You mean that woman that’s been in here everyday?” the maintenance man asked. The security guard nodded. “It’s strange,” she went on. “She’s here everyday and never damaged a single thing.” All three of them thought about that statement for a long moment. “Maybe we should talk to her first.” the sports chairman spoke up. “We don’t want to make any rash decisions. I mean, it could’ve been an accident after all.” “Right!” the other two agreed. Then, they headed to the phone.
Thursday, 3/24/16, 10:00:
Jez was sitting with Monique and the others in the lobby. He was talking to the women like he was a rock star and they were his fans. Judd and the other men were off to one side glaring at him. “Look at that bastard!” Gates barked. “Charming the women like the serpent he truly is. He’s even worse than Doug. I sometimes wonder if he really is a priest!” “I checked his records,” Hughes spoke up. “They look perfectly legitimate. All I can say is be very careful.” The other men all turned to him. “Are you sure?” Mustang asked unconvinced. His friend nodded. “I had my own suspicions as well,” he replied. “I did some research on him and it all turned up clean. He has no criminal record on him what so ever.” The other men looked at him in uneasy acceptance. They might have let the enemy past their defenses and were blind to notice it.
“So anyway,” Jez went on with his audience. “I have a particular interest in the Witch Trials in Medieval Europe.” “Really now?” Maria Ross asked in interest. “That’s right!” the priest reassured. “I spend my time studying different cases when I’m not working or praying.” “Any cases that are your favorite?” Monique asked him. Right at that moment, Yasmine walked in. Jez looked up with everyone else. The poor woman looked worn out. She had a minor headache as well. Jez smiled at her wickedly. “Why yes I do indeed!” he spoke up as if he was alone in the room and talking to Yas. “Oh?” Daisy asked. “Which one is that?” Jez kept on grinning. Steven noticed that something was off right away. “The Bich Witch!” the false priest answered. “Four years ago, there was a woman accused of adultery and murder! Some even thought that she used voodoo. Her boyfriend had her arrested and put to trial.” Yas tried to ignore her old enemy as she sat down with the boys. “And what happened to her?” Madeline asked. “I’ll save that for another day,” Jez answered. “But right now, I’ve got to get back to work. Excuse me ladies.” Then, the false priest got up and left the room. The women all watched him leave. Yas just got up and walked out to the outside for some air. Everyone watched her. Steven fell concerned. “I should go and check on her,” he said at last. Then, the lt. col. got up and followed her outside.
A couple of minutes later, Steven joined his girlfriend. She seemed to have another really bad migraine. “Sweetheart,” he spoke up. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Yas answered. “I just have a bad headache, that’s all.” Walker just stepped closer to his love. “Jez was talking as if you were the only person in the room,” he went on. “What did he mean about the Bich Witch? Was he referring to you?” That really upset his girlfriend. “Look!” she said sharply. “I don’t want to talk about now or ever! In fact, just leave me alone today!” Then, she quickly ran off. Steven watched after her in more concern. Above inside, Jez was watching them. “Hm.” he thought. “Maybe I should ‘talk’ to good old Yas!” Then, the false priest left his office casually.
Yasmine sat alone outside. The visions on that fateful day just wouldn’t go away. They were growing worse and worse as the day wore on. She could see everything just as clear as day. The disapproving faces of the council as they looked down upon her, Trent coldly smirking as he lied to the court, each witness giving testimony only to have it twisted around to make her look guilty, the morning she woke up and found Malachi taken off of her womb, Trent mercilessly torturing her to make her confess her crimes that she didn’t commit, being tied to a cross and being burned on it. They all just kept coming back to her like a raging flood. “Miss Yasmine!” a voice called out to her. The deity hunter looked up to see Jez walking towards her.
“Hello there, Yas!” he called out with his fake caring voice. The woman rolled her eyes and looked away. “Drop the priest act, you idiot!” she snapped. “You’re an insult to the *real* men in cloth!” Jez looked as if she had hurt his feelings. “Aw come on,” he said. “I only want to help you!” “Ha!” the tortured woman barked. “Don’t make me laugh!” Then, the false priest sat down beside of her. “But I mean it!” he went on. “I am really concerned about you.” The woman looked as if she was going to throw up right in his face. Jez saw that she was buying what he was selling her. Then, the false priest reached into his black cloak and pulled out some pills. Yas looked at his hand. “And what are those?” she asked coldly. “Herbal pills,” Jez answered. “My friend owns a chemist shop south of here. These pills will cure you of your headaches. Here, take them.” Yasmine resisted asking him, “Do you see stupid written anywhere on my face?” Instead she simply said, “No, thanks, father.” Then, she got up and walked away. Jez watched her do so. He clearly wasn’t finished yet.
Thursday, 3/24/16, 10:21:
Jez had broke into Yasmine’s apartment and made his way to her bedroom. He looked around for her aspiring bottle. It was standing on her black nightstand next to her Egyptian white silk bed. The false priest smirked to himself. “This was too easy!” he thought to himself. Then, Jez opened the bottle, drop the pills in, and closed the bottle again. He was about to leave when he had the door open. The false priest quickly turned to see Yasmine in her bedroom doorway. She was looked sick and angry. “What are you doing here?” the hunter asked crossly. “How did you find where I lived? How did you get in my house?” “Uh…” Jez replied. “The landlord unlocked the door for me.” Yas looked like she wanted to kill him. “GET OUT!!!!” she yelled. “GET OUT OF I’LL CALL THE POLICE!!!” The false priest just shrugged at her and gracefully left. Yas watched him do so. Once she was sure that he was gone, she shut the door and lied back onto her bed. The hunter would’ve checked to see if the false priest had tampered with anything, but she was too tired to do and fell right asleep. As he was walking away, Jez smiled wickedly to himself. The stage was set for this evening.
Syd was putting on his cloak and grabbed his sword. The man cursed himself for not seeing this coming when Trent got his greedy little paws on the Stone of Isis. Now, it was up to him to stop that bastard before the damage got any worse. He made it to the door when he turned and called, “Ella! I’m going out on!” “Business with Trent or with other women?” she asked from their bedroom. “Trent!” her boyfriend yelled. “Okay then!” his bird yelled. Syd hurried out the door to the sight of where Yasmine was tortured. He only hoped that he wasn’t too late to fix everything. “Don’t worry, Yas!” he thought. “I got you into this, I’ll get you out!”
Thursday, 3/24/16, 12:00
At noon, Yasmine was woken up by a knock on her door. “Come in.” she called in a tired voice. The door opened and Steven walked in with a concerned smile. He had a bouquet of white lilies in his hand. Yas tried to smile but. “Hey.” she said in a small voice. “Hi sweetheart,” he spoke up. “How are you?” “Fine, now that you are here.” she replied. Her boyfriend smiled as he set down the flowers on her dresser and sat down on her bed. “I am so sorry for earlier.” Yas told him. The lt. col. lightly put his finger to her lips. “Shhh,” he replied. “I understand, just get some rest and take your meds. Okay?” His girlfriend nodded. Then, Steven took the aspirin bottle, dropped the pills in his hand, and handed them to Yas. She took them peacefully and drank some of the water on her nightstand. Steven smiled at her sweetly. “See?” he asked. “You’re starting to look great already!” His girlfriend smiled and nodded. Then, the lt. col. leaned forward and kissed her on the lips lightly. “I’ll let you rest now.” he concluded. “Alright.” Yasmine said softly. Then, her love rose to his feet and left the room. Yas smiled to him as he lightly closed the door. She slowly lied back and went back to sleep.
Thursday, 3/24/16, 19:00
Night had fallen. Everyone was in the lounge enjoying themselves. There were drinks and free goodies all around. Some of the men were playing poker at the big table. The women sat together talking. Steven sat near the window looking out. He was really worried about his lady. There was just something she wasn’t telling him and she just wouldn’t say. Jim noticed and walked over to his pal. “Hey there man,” he spoke up as he looked out the window with him. “What’s on your mind?” “Hm?” Steven asked as he turned to him. “Oh, nothing.” Wright already knew the answer. “It’s about Yas, right?” he asked. The lt. col. nodded. The lt. smiled at him nicely. “Aw, don’t worry Steven,” he assured. “I bet that your girl is fine in bed right now!” Steven tried to smile again. “I guess you’re right.” he replied. Jim smiled back. “I know I am!” he replied back to him.
But then, the doors blew open wildly. Everyone jerked their heads up to see Yasmine herself. She was only dressed in a loose t-shirt and black panties. She looked really high and out of it. Jez was watching from the corner smiling. The trial had begun. Yas laughed aloud like a madwoman. The others kept staring at her out of concern. “She’s gone insane!” Kim yelled out. “You can say that again, chick!” the deity yelled out. Steven was really worried now. The man began to slowly approach her. “Sweetheart,” he said bravely. “I think you should go home and get some rest!” “LIAR!!!!” his girlfriend yelled out like nutter in the rain. Everyone went silent really fast. Yasmine laughed again and grabbed a broken broom from the corner. The woman staggered forward like a drunkard. She pointed it out to Monique. “Riddle me this!” the hunter yelled out. “Why is Mrs. Gates such an adulterous little slut?” Monique quickly went pale in nervous fear. Judd looked at his wife in cold suspicion. Yas giggled to herself like a drunken woman. Then, she turned to Mustang with her broomstick. “Riddle me this!” she yelled out. “Why is gen. Mustang being should a pansy over a woman who dumped him?” That really angered Roy. “That’s enough Miss Yasmine!” he yelled out. The hunter woman laughed out loud again and collapsed onto the floor. Jez finally stepped forward in fake concern. “Quick!” he yelled out. “Someone call a doctor and get her somewhere to rest!” Everyone just looked at him for a moment. The false priest put serious inference on his instructions. “Well! Just don’t sit there!” he yelled. “Act!” Then, Jim and Don ran forward, picked up the out-cold hunter, and carried her out of the lounge. Daisy quickly dialed for help on her cell phone. Jez grinned to himself the whole while. The trial had begun.
3/24/12 on the Same Night:
Yasmine awoke in a cold and dark dudgeon. She had been there for days without any food or drink. Cobble webs and devices of torture were everywhere. She found herself chained down to a chair. When the woman looked down at herself, she found that her stomach was completely flat. Complete worry invaded her head. “My son…” Yas thought in complete fear. Then, she heard the heavy dudgeon door open wide. The woman quickly looked up and saw her boyfriend, Trent. Fear and anger rushed into like a pouring wine. Her boyfriend grinned as he walked towards her slowly. “It’s you!” the woman whispered loudly. “Hello there, gorgeous!” he replied in a creepy tone. “Where is my baby?!?” Yas screamed aloud. “Why do you care?” he asked harshly. “You’ll be joining him soon!” Yasmine’s eyes filled with heavy tears. “My son…” she whimpered out as she tried her hardest to fight back her tears. “My poor little boy!” Trent frowned at her response. “Shut up, you stupid bitch!!!” he yelled out. Then, Trent slapped her violently. Even though the pain was more than she could bear, Yasmine still didn’t cry.
Thursday, 3/24/16, 19:34
Yasmine awoke a few minutes later in the study sitting in the chair. Jez and Travis were standing right in front of her. The woman was trembling and sweating badly. “Yas?” Jez asked in his best fake concern. “Can you hear me?” Fear and anger filled the woman quickly. “YOU BASTARD!!!” she screamed out. The hunter tried to leap forward and attack the false priest back Travis quickly held her back. “Miss Yasmine, calm down!” he said quickly. The deity kept struggling against him. “That man is liar!!!” Yas screamed out. “Don’t your ever believe this lying piece of shit!” Jez just shook his head calmly. This was too entertaining for him. “We need to tie her down.” he said at last. Travis stared at him in concern. “What, father?” he asked in concern. “She’s a danger to herself and everyone around her,” the false priest went on. “She needs to be restrained. Who knows what damage she could pull?” The major general thought about this for a moment. Then he uneasily said, “Alright, Jez. I’ll let you deal with her!” The false priest smiled at him. “Wise choice, general!” he called out. Then, Travis reluctantly let go of Yasmine and left the room. He clearly had a bad feeling about this.
Meanwhile, Syd made his way out into the woods. It took him hours to get there. Traffic was a complete nightmare. But, the boss was happy to make it here. He could finally get to work. The boss had to destroy the sight that Yasmine was tortured at and the stone’s power would be weakened. Syd held his flashlight and began walking forward along the wooded trail. He made sure to keep close on his guard in case Trent decided to attack him from behind. The deity began walking faster and faster. Something told him that time was now the enemy. At long last, he made it to the sight of where the dudgeon once stood. There was not much left of that horrid place. Only things that stood now were the cold stone foundation and the chair where Yas was forced to stay in. Syd grinned to himself. “Bingo!” he thought to himself. He drew out his hammer and nails to destroy the source of torment to save Yas before she died. Then, the boss slowly began to approach the chair. He was almost to his goal when something hit him in the back of the head and knocked him out cold.
Jez was tying Yasmine down in the chair tightly. Travis watched him complete uneasy concern. Something really didn’t seem right here. “Are you sure that you should be doing this to her?” he asked. “This seems a little too extreme.” Jez paused and turned to him. “Do you trust my judgment, general?” he asked. Barrett froze at that question. “Yes…” he answered uncertain. The false priest smiled at him. “Well then,” he spoke up. “My decisions are best for Miss Yasmine.” “He’s lying!” the hunter called out in a weak voice. Both men turned to her. The poor woman looked worn out. Travis slowly approached her. “What do you mean?” he asked her. Yas slowly turned and looked up at him. “I am not crazy! His sick little buddy, my ex, and he poisoned me! They’re trying to kill me! He’s trying to kill me!” she protested weakly. Trent looked at her in concern. “What do you mean?” the major general asked. “Why would Father Darwin do such a thing?” “Because,” the hunter answered in a croak. “I am the enemy!” Travis didn’t understand her.
3/24/12 on the Same Night:
“I don’t get it with you,” Trent said to his now angry bird. “Why do you cry when I hurt you anymore?” Yasmine glared at him coldly. “Why don’t just quit playing around and kill me already, you stupid bastard?!?” she snapped back at him. The sadistic man laughed aloud at his hostage. “You don’t get it, do you?” he asked. “Do you know why a cat doesn’t kill an injured mouse right away and keeps on torturing it? I’ll tell you! If the cat killed the injured little beast, it wouldn’t have anything to play with anymore! If I killed you now, where’s the fun in that? Then, I wouldn’t get to see you burn upon that wooden tree they have for you. Then, he walked over to a small box and silver box with a black handle on it, put his handle upon the handle, and began turning it back and forth quickly. Yasmine began getting shocked repeatedly all over her weakening body. She screamed out in violent pain. Trent kept this up for five minutes then he quit. He walked out to his bird again and smiled at her coldly. Yasmine just sat there in quiet anger. “Aw Yas,” Trent spoke again. “I don’t really *have* to do this, you know. All you have to do is confess your crimes and *maybe* I’ll go easy on you.” Yas glared at him with a new hatred. “Come now,” he said again. “Don’t be like that. It’s a simple choice. Confess and you shall be reeducated. Deny and you shall be burned to the cross. So, what’s it going to be?”
Thursday, 3/24/16, 19:45
Syd awoke a few minutes later sitting down. The sky had darkened even more since he had first came here. The man tried to get up, but he couldn’t. The deity found himself chained down to Yasmine’s chair. He struggled until his arms gave out. “What the hell is this?” Syd thought in annoyance. Then, he had a dark laugh. The man looked forward and saw Trent. The old bastard was grinning at him coldly. Syd’s blood began to boil again. “You wanker!!!” he yelled out at his new enemy. Trent walked closer to him looking hurt. “Aw Sydney,” he spoke up sounding crushed. “That’s no way to talk to an old friend!” “We aren’t friends anymore!” Syd yelled out. Trent stood right in front of him. “You’re right,” he agreed. “We aren’t friends anymore! It’s a pity really! You were always one of the great ones!” Syd tried to struggle to get away again. “Get me out of this damn thing, you tosser!” he yelled out. His former friend smirked at him coldly. “Why should I?” he asked. “You’re here to watch Yasmine relive the worst day of her life. And what’s even better, you’ll get to feel the same pain she feels!” Syd really wanted to give him the finger there. Trent just smiled and patted him on the head. “Now, enjoy the show!” Then, the bastard walked away laughing.
Thursday, 3/24/16, 20:25
Jez began lighting candles everywhere. Yasmine was really in a panic now. She had been screaming out in violent pain for the past hour. The woman seemed to have calmed down for a moment. “Put them out! Put them out!” she cried out. Travis looked at her with concern again. “What’s wrong, Miss Yasmine?” he asked. “What do they do?” “They’ll weaken me, he knows that!” “Don’t be ridiculous!” the false priest called out. “They are to help sooth the soul!” “LIAR!!!” Yas screamed again. Jez tried his best to resist slapping her hard. Then, the door opened. Both men looked. Fuery stood in the doorway looking. “Sir!” he said. “The doctor is here!” Jez smiled at him. “Excellent,” he replied. “Send him in.” “Sir!” Fuery replied as he saluted. Then, he handed down the hall. Travis turned back to Yasmine. She was in really bad shape now. The poor woman looked as if she was going to throw up at any second. The hunter was sweating buckets really badly “Don’t worry,” Barrett spoke up. “We’ll get you out of this.” She didn’t reply to him at all.
The physiatrist walked in and Jez greeted him. “Good evening sir,” the priest replied. “She’s in here.” “Thank you, father.” the doc replied. Then, he made his way over to Yas. She was really pale now. Her eyes were nearly blank. The physiatrist waved his hand in front of her. He didn’t receive a respond. “Yasmine,” he called to her. The woman finally turned to him. The doc seemed to be relieved that he got some sort of a response. “Yasmine,” he processed on. “Tell me what’s wrong. The first step to getting help is admitting you have a problem.” The hunter tried not to laugh. “Right!” she called. “Either I admit that I have a problem and commit myself to the nut house or I don’t and you do it for me!” The physiatrist kept his focus on her. “Yasmine,” he spoke again. “This isn’t normal for somebody to experience this. Now, tell me what the problem is.” Jez stepped forward. “I looked at her records on my time off,” he admitted. “Perhaps, the death of her unborn son might be a cause of this mental breakdown?” “That’s not true!” Yas weakly protested. “My son is not dead! He’s still alive! I saw him with that bastard!!! He’s still alive!” The doc eyed her oddly. “By that bastard, you mean the boy’s father, right?” The hunter nodded in pain. “I see,” the physiatrist replied. “She could be in denial!” the false priest cut in. “Some people have a hard of letting go!” “I am not!” Yasmine protested again. “Then,” the doc spoke up. “What exactly is the problem, Yasmine? You have to tell us to help you!” The woman smirked to herself at the fact that nobody was really seeing the problem. That damn false priest had blinded everyone from the truth. “I will not…” she began to say.
3/24/12 on the Same Night:
“…CONFESS!!!” Yasmine screamed out to Trent. Her bastard boyfriend smirked at her. He knew she would refuse to bend to the ways of the council. Now, he could have more fun torturing her and watch her burn at the cross in the morning. “So be it!” he called. Then, he went back to his electric toy and began with shocking her again at a higher notch. Yasmine screamed out in pain. She still wouldn’t cry a single tear.
Thursday, 3/24/16, 23:50
Syd was feeling the same pain as well. He clinched his teeth tightly in order not to scream out loud. When would this pain end? He thought that his heart would give out at any second. At long last, the shocks and torment stopped. Syd quickly realized he was free and rose to his feet. When he looked forward, he saw a wooden cross and Yasmine tied to it. Straw was at the bottom of it. The council was all gathered around her to witness the execution. Right away, the deity knew what this was and knew that time was really not in his favor. “I have to save her!” he thought. Then, Syd ran forward to his hunter girl.
3/25/12, 7:00
Yasmine was tied to her wooden cross. Her final judgment was guilty and she was to be burned to death. She couldn’t help but to laugh to herself. This was always how it was with the women. Nobody believed them and they were always put to death in the end. Then, she looked and saw Trent walking towards her. Yas couldn’t help but smile to herself. “Oh goodie!” she thought to herself. “The sick bastard is here to tell me goodbye! How appropriate! How f*****g appropriate!” Her now ex-boyfriend stood right in front of her. He lightly took her by the cheeks and leaned in close so that he could get one last look at that face that made him want to beat her senseless. “Fare thee well, my love!” Trent whispered to her. Then, he lightly shared their last kiss together on the lips before stabbing her in the spleen with his dagger. Yasmine gasped out in pain as she slowly began dying. Trent smirked at her and walked away. Once he was gone, the fire was lit. The hunter would’ve burned and bled to death if hadn’t been cut down just in time. The members of the council stared in shock as this took place. Once Syd got her onto his back, he quickly fled into the fields with her.
Friday, 3/25/16, 24:00
Everyone watched from the windows as Yasmine was hulled away kicking and screaming by two men in white coats. They took her into a white van and loaded her inside. Jez and the docs all decided that she was mentally unstable and commit her before she did anymore harm to herself or anyone else. By the time Syd made it to Central Headquarters, he was too late. The van was pulling away to Plum Hills Intuition. “YASMINE!!!” he yelled out as he tried to chase it down. But, it was no use. She was too long gone now. “Heh!” he voice called out beside him. The boss looked and saw Jez smirking beside of him. “Looks like you were too late this time, Sydney!” he replied. “Good morning!” Then, the false priest headed back inside. Syd sank to his knees in defeat. He had lost again to the people who were once his friends!
Above, Ai-Oni, Nyious, and Envy all smiled at the results. “Good!” Ai-Oni thought. “Now, my baby will be born freely!”