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Damn Them, Damn Them All
Show someone on their last wit, the end of their pitiful rope before they cast all rationality to the wayward and jump into the fray, doing something that they might not otherwise do. Like they've finally tired of playing by the rules of society, of living in silence and are putting all their bets on the table in one last final go. Pick one of three positions to write from: a high school girl, a constable, the sheriff, or the instructor. The final results should spin a very interesting tale from all these perspectives into a neat story if there's one crack at each person.

I hope you rot in hell [Additional Character]

Content Warning!!! - profanity, violence, hints at an non-consensual marriage.

Hemlock stumbled though the fire, his lungs burning.

He could run down the flights of stairs or jump out a window, scale the wall even. He could escape right now if he wanted to.

He would not.

He had a job to do.

He had to find his mother. Queen of Roterin. Queen of a kingdom that she had caused to f*cking burn to the ground. A kingdom that he was supposed to inherit.

He found her in the throne room, tied to her own throne.

Eris had left her there... to die.

But she had also left her there for him.

"Happy with yourself?" He yelled.

"Hemlock get me out of here," She demanded.

"Now, why would I f*cking do that?" Hemlock growled. "After all the shit you pulled? After everything you did to me?"

"We can still win the war," She said desperately. "We can still beat Evirome. We can still beat your sister."

"No!" Hemlock screamed. "We can't still win because there is no we. I cannot win anymore. You took everything from me. Every f*cking thing!"

"I gave you everything!"

"You gave me nothing! You took my sister and bother away from me. You made me kill my own friends. You made me a f*cking monster" Hemlock screamed. "Worst of all you made me marry Elizabeth! You forced my hand and I can never forgive you for it."

Hemlock lunged at his mother-no, the monarch-no, the fallen queen.

His blade went into her and her face turned to furry.

"You are a monster of your own making," The monarch sneered. "All I did was help shape you. Even after you kill me, you will always be a monster."

"I wouldn't be a monster at all if it wasn't for your cruel tricks."

"I was not cruel, I was merciful."

"No," Hemlock said. "It was cruel of you to raise us to hate our people. It was cruel of you to raise us to kill and steal when we already had everything. It was cruel of you to raise us to fear you. It was cruel of you to never allow us to truly love anyone."

The monarch glared at Hemlock as he drew his blade out of her chest and aimed it at her throat.

"Any last words?" He asked.

"Damn you. Damn you and your daughter."

"My daughter is the only thing I will ever thank you for." Hemlock said, "And when I go to hell I will torture you till the end of time, just has you have done to countless other people."

"You could never do that," The monarch said as she started to laugh madly.

"I hope you rot in hell," He spat as he drove his sword into her.

The Monarch was dead, sitting on a throne she refused to give up.

Hemlock left the throne room, but never made it out of the castle before it collapsed.

Hemlock's daughter was no where to be found, she wasn't even in the arms of her mother's corpse.

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