Darkness. Darkness everywhere. That was all that Mordecai can see now. He can't remember what happened before he blacked out. As he regains his consciousness, he can hear voices. Murmurs and shouts alike. He tried to reach his face, but upon his hand reaching his face, he soon realized there was a sack over his head, explaining the constant darkness. All of a sudden, the bag was lifted, and what he saw confused and scared him. Two guards were standing by along with others besides him. In front of them was a panel of judges, in wigs and uniform. Next to them, was a jury of peers. He realized what is going on. He is on trial, a convict among many. Mordecai was trying real hard to figure out why he is being charged as a criminal. He looks around the court trying to find familiar faces, and fortunately for him, there were. his colleagues like Tamaki Suoh and Bartholomew Simpson from the college, but he sees Naofumi Iwatani from the coffeehouse. He sees Jellal Fernandes, the town apothecary (whose lover he accidentally bumped into two nights ago), and Richard Watterson the town fool. All good people from town, facing in front of judges of law.
Mordecai has no idea what's going on, or why all six of them are in chains. But before he could ask further questions, a gavel banging silences the crowd of onlookers. Upon the benches were three judges, one of them was so familiar to him. It had to be Seymour Skinner, the dean of the university.
"Order in the name of the Citizen's Revolutionary Court of Justice!" shouts Skinner, and immediately, thoughts rushed through Mordecai's mind. The revolution in Paris actually succeeded in replacing the monarchy? It was the biggest fear of many, another revolutionary-anarchical government willing to see heads fly for not complying with their government and laws.
"These six men are charged with treason against the state, with the many crimes they have committed. The reputation of France, as a free sovereign power is at-"
"Wait a minute!" Mordecai shouts in confusion. "why am I here? I do not understand! What is going on?" Judge Skinner clicks his tongue in disappointment.
"Typical Mordecai. I knew that you were such a troublemaker even in your classes. Trying to cause a stir in the court, are we? Pathetic". The courtroom murmurs at the supposing disobedience of Mordecai, and Tamaki whispers something into his ear.
"Listen Mordecai, it's best that you keep silent and obey the judges. Well, not like that would matter anyway. We're all being sent to death after all". The somber tone of Tamaki's voice when he said that didn't make the situation any better for Mordecai. He has to now kneel down in chains as his name gets dragged through the floor of the court. Skinner looks upon his comrade Francis Bonnifoy.
"Citizen Francis, please read to these traitors what they are accused of". Francis stands up with a long list.
"Citizen Tamaki Suoh. You are accused of holding money in your family coffers, Citizen Bulma and Citizen Vegeta have testified.
Citizen Jellal Fernandes, You are accused of poisoning the town with your "witchcraft" and anarchical ideas. Citizens Millianna Necconyaan and Shou Roberts have testified.
Citizen Naofumi Iwatani, you are accused of assault of fairer sex. Citizen Malty Melromarc has testified, and might I add, in a most traumatized manner.
Citizen Bartholomew Simpson, you are accused of cheating, conning, and lying to the people. Citizen Moe Syzlack and Citizen Peter Griffin have testified.
Citizen Richard Watterson, you are accused of sloth and overall stupidity. Your wife, Citizen Nicole Watterson has testified". Citizen Francis finishes his roll call of shame, and Skinner looks at Mordecai straight in the eyes.
And Citizen Mordecai B. Jay. Oh, how very disappointing". Mordecai begins hyperventilating. What sort of crime has he done to deserve this fate? He was going to find out.
"You are accused of murder of the highest degree".
"Hold on!" Mordecai shouts angrily. "What do you mean murder!? I would never kill anyone!" Skinner nearly laughed.
"No. Testimony from Citizen Saori Takebe and Citizen Son Goku has proven it" Skinner looks at his comrade, whose name is Chad Dickson. "Citizen Dickson. Please read the testimony given by Citizen Takabe". Chad brings out a piece of paper that was handwritten in haste.
"The handwriting is a bit hard. But if I remember correctly, Citizen Takebe mentioned the date of the murder, three weeks ago on November 10, Citizen Takebe mentioned shouting coming from the flat she was staying at. She heard lines along the lines of and I quote...
'Why are you crazy?
Shut up! This is all your fault! I finally have a chance to ask out Margaret. But you had to but in and ruin everything. You don't do that to your fiancé!
Well, maybe I would be better off with anyone except YOU!
I'LL KILL YOU!' And she heard three gunshots". The murmurs were getting louder. Mordecai panics once more. If he really did say all those things, it was not what he meant anyway. He had no idea he was capable of murder. But no. No! He couldn't have done it. He wants to deny doing that. Especially the part with him wanting to get with that awful, awful Margaret.
"Citizen Mordecai, the evidence has been stacked against you. Therefore, you shall be sent to the scaffold and be executed through the guillotine. I cast judgment and pass sentence on thee! All of you, wretched traitors to the republic shall be sentenced to death!" Shouts Skinner as he throws his gavel of justice down.
"Wait! That's it? Don't I get a lawyer, what about the rest of the convicted?"
"Denied!" shouts Francis. "Scum like you do not deserve such legality".
"But shouldn't we be tried before a jury of our peers?"
"Also denied!" shouts Chad.
"Guards. Escort these heathens to the scaffold". Mordecai is then escorted out of the court much to his horror and dismay, along with the others. His friends. His fellow countrymen. denied their rights for such false accusations. They are all loaded onto a cart drawn by a horse. Their hands and feet were tied behind their back.
"It's best that you do what they say Mordecai" Tamaki whispers to him in fear. "They are the government now".
"But this isn't right? Where is Edward? He's fierce against tyranny like this". Tamaki looked down in sadness.
"You don't remember? He and his brother were sent to the guillotine last week for witchcraft".
"What! No. No. No. This can't be!" Mordecai exclaims in shock and horror. He didn't know what was going on. What happened to his country while he was knocked out? It once again fell to chaos, chaos that hasn't been seen since the reign of terror.
"Well it's too late" Naofumi adds. "gods be damned. It's not going to matter now, not after our deaths". And at that moment, they arrive at the town square. Thousands of angry citizens chant for their deaths and executions, a military band plays patriotic rousing marching music as they come closer to the scaffold. The blade shines brightly under the sun. The executioner, the local constable, Clancy Wiggum who's head is covered but everybody knows him from his wide build approaches the victims.
"Okay, gentlemen. Now is the time for the fun part. The killing!" Citizen Wiggum proclaims. He looks through the group of convicts, having his top pick of the litter. "Okay, the one with the black hair. I'll have you first. Then I'll take the rich blonde bastard with you".
"It can't be helped," Naofumi rises from the cart, his scowling face visible to the crowd. "As for you constable, I'll see you in hell".
"Whatever, move it misogynist". Naofumi is marched to the scaffold, where he will receive his death soon. Mordecai panics, as the mob's anguish for blood increases with every roar for death. Naofumi's head is placed onto the scaffold. The drums of the military band are rolled, signaling the end is nigh for the wretched.
"Any last words dirtbag?" Citizen Wiggum says in a sneering conniving voice.
"I hope that the so-called gods of yours bury you with the firey demons of Hell" Naofumi angrily replies, spitting in his face. Wiggum leaves him be. And as the drums crescendo, the blade drops down. Naofumi's head is now chopped off. The cries of joy for his death ring through the town square. He hears a whisper of one of the clergymen, Citizen Timothy Lovejoy. Mordecai looks around to see if he can find some solace with Father Jean, but he doesn't see him. He figures that the revolution must have swept him too, and these bastards executed him. He prays, not for himself, but for Father Jean, for Monsieur Iwatani, for the brothers Elric, and for Madame Twilight Sparkle, his beloved. But he has to wait even longer. Next was his friend, Tamaki Suoh. He is pulled out of the cart by Citizen Wiggum.
"Farewell Mordecai. May we meet again in front of the gates of heaven". He is dragged by Citizen Wiggum. His head was placed down on the scaffold. When asked for last words. He doesn't say anything. Mordecai could see though, Tamaki silently praying. Perhaps to save these souls from the judgment of God, or for himself to be saved by divine power. It really didn't matter though. The drums once again rolled, crescendo, and finally, for him at least, the nightmare was over. The blade drops onto the poor rich boy. More cries of joy for the beheaded rich boy from the blood-hungry crowd. And one by one, the rest were sent.
The prankster Bart Simpson, drums roll, blade drops, the crowd cheers.
The lazy yet philosophical Richard Watterson, drums roll, blade drops, the crowd cheers.
The quiet and stoic Jellal Fernandes, drums roll, blade drops, the crowd cheers.
The crowds cheer furiously. Their lust for blood is not quelled enough, they cry for more! More! More! Mordecai looks around the square, he hasn't seen Fry in a while. He wonders if he fled to safety outside of the chaos, or perhaps he too was sent to the scaffold. It was most likely the latter since he was a fierce opponent of all things oppressive. But his time is up, Citizen Wiggum grabs him by his hair. Mordecai pleads dramatically, he begs for mercy. Perhaps he can be sent to prison instead, or perhaps sent to exile. But no Citizen Wiggum isn't listening. He places his head on the scaffold. The crowds continue to cheer for his blood. Mordecai knew his time was up.
"Citizens! Let us gaze anger upon this man, his deeds a crime to the republic and the freedom of its people. We must be purged of his treachery and defiling of this great republic. Therefore, his execution is just and fair in the eyes of our great leaders in Paris!" The crowds' cheer. The drums roll. Well, it seemed that God has been thrown out for the government. A cult of personality has formed in place of reason and faith. It was a world Mordecai no longer wants to live. A world without love. A world without... ...
Twilight!
In front of his eyes, before he sees death. It was his beloved Twilight Sparkle. That same melody he heard, that same melody that haunts him, stands before him. She's not dead, she is not suffering. She's in front of him. Was it lies? Was it a mistake? An optical illusion? No. It can't be. She has to be real, or so Mordecai thought. He reaches his hand out, reaching out to his beloved. To save her. To save himself.
The blade drops. The horns sound out the death of the criminal. His head held up for all to see. The crowd cheers for the wicked blood that has spilled, the wretched is gone from this earth, and only the good, honest, loyal remained. Down with the oppressive, entitled, eccentric, criminals of the world. Long live the new republic.
As for Mordecai. He is now dead but would find himself in the hands of the damned soon.
-End of Chapter Four-