It was chaos. Pure pandemonium. Forcing a path through a morass of shrieking hate. The captain felt his blood racing. Getting the fuckers through this frenzied throng was a nightmare. Barely an inch between sweating bawling bodies. Fists raised, red-faced with hatred of the traitors pushing through their midst.
Not that the pricks made it any easier. The traitors weren’t helping any. Could barely walk on their own two feet. If they’d been made to push their own way
through that seething mass they’d have made no headway. The mob would have taken them apart. Even escorted by the lord emperor’s men, the
captain was unsure. Half convinced this
hatred would take the law into its own hands.
Two guards each had an arm around the stinking traitors’ shoulders .. keeping them up .. virtually had to carry the suckers. No strength left. Physically done in, the pair were broken men. The emperor’s plan accomplished. But the captain still had to get the prisoners out of here.
First beat the hell out of them. Then get them to the death fields. A simple order. An almost impossible task. Soldiers used their spears to hold the mob back. Others had swords drawn .. the hilts acting as clubs to beat a path out of the square. But the mob had squeezed themselves into the square, standing shoulder to shoulder, chest to back. There was nowhere for them to go.
The captain made no objection to citizens throwing a punch
at the traitors. They were virtually
nose to nose sometimes. A dollop of foul
phlegm in the face .. the captain said nothing. The mob was getting their own chance. It was the least these two fuckers deserved.
But a club smacked across the back of the head .. the traitor-general going down like a stone .. the captain drew a line at that. The assailant was clubbed to the ground. No one bothered he’d be trampled underfoot. It was for the emperor to command the traitors’ punishment. Not this stinking maddened mob.
Still fists rained down at the prisoners. Hate-filled punches jabbed at the traitors. The escorts took hits as many as the treacherous pair. Tempers frayed, blood was up. The soldiers hit back. Clubbing a path out of the square. To the death fields. Order of the lord emperor.
Their emperor had ordered a long sustained dying. No whips had been used, no blood loss to
shorten the dying. And the captain would
be joining the fuckers himself it he let this mob get out of hand. But progress was punishingly slow. The jeering mob was pressed right up close.
The captain felt under intense pressure. The emperor’s orders were clear. He did not tolerate failure. This traitor-general had failed him. The captain feared it could be his hide next.
When a man raised a hand in threat at the rebel .. knife in hand .. the captain didn’t hesitate. He ran the man through .. his sword through the gut. Screaming. Shock. Terror surrounded them.
The ensuing panic provided little progress, though. Screaming in shock. Angry at the response. Pretty soon again the guards were heading out
at an even slower pace through the maddened mob. Every step an effort. Dangerous slow work. Hampered by having to drag two stumbling
traitors through a malevolent throng.
The death fields awaited. The traitors’ end-game. But those fields seemed a very long way off.