The sun reached up high into the sky as the bells began to toll. For a moment the air was dead and no sound was made. The sunlight traversed through the land until it made its way through the window, washing over the cold, metallic bars of Jacobs cell. The rays warmed his pale skin causing a slight shine of sweat to come across his face. Though he knew that he would walk with death today Jacob was not scared, or even slightly affected. As his death stood before him he did not flinch. He was ready for today.

A lone guard came form him several minutes after the final bells had died away. He was armed with only a small wooden club, and the keys to open the door. Although they always kept Jacob in his chains due to the nature of his crime, they were not needed. Jacob welcomed his future with open arms and he would not dare take a chance to ruin the moments that would soon come. After the guard had collected Jacob and began to bring him from the jail the sun had begun to make its way down to the horizon, ushering in the black night. Only the faintest rays of sunlight remained to them, giving them only the dullest light to light their way. After several moments of slow walking the darkness consumed the pair entirely until they could make out a small flame in the distance. The execution sight was near.

The site was bare expect for the torches that surrounded the parameter, and the gallows with its single noose swinging in the air. Those who had come to watch had taken over a small area in front of the gallows, standing by one another due to a lack of seating. Jacob was taken to the center of the area and presented to the crowd. The executioner proceeded to lay his crimes before them. 25 men, women and children dead, each mutilated beyond recognition. They had found him while he was finishing off a little girl who had been missing for several months. Jacob loved to draw out their pain and would often torture two or more at a time in order to give them time to recover before starting again. When he was asked if he felt remorse Jacob had responded with no, and that if given the chance he would have done it again. And so he stands, waiting to take his trip to the other world.

After the executioner finishes Jacob is dragged around to the back of the gallows and forced its wooden steps. He can see the outline on the wooden structure of the trap door that will act as his passage into death. He wished that they would have found a more creative way than a broken neck, or strangulation to kill him, but their minds were not as adept at taking life as he was. Jacob was pressed to the age of the gallows, the noose placed around his neck, and tightened, the rough rope digging into his skin. Already breathing began to get harder due to the rope, but it was still manageable. As he waited for the end to come he was trying to decide how the rope would kill him. He preferred strangulation so that those who came to see would be forced to watch his struggling body, and so that the image may forever be in their thoughts, and besides a broken neck was far to boring to Jacob. He looked around at the crowd one last time before looking to his left. He watched as the executioner made his way to the lever that would bring Jacob to his end. He looked away and closed his eyes, and began to count back from ten. At six the executioner pulled the lever and the rope became taught with Jacobs weight. Across the open sky birds flew from their trees by the thousands as the torches around the gallows went dark. In the moonlight a single child screamed, and in the black night red eyes burned unhindered.