Becky felt a moment of happiness when Scarecrow finally stepped out from the shadows, but that happiness was soon replaced with fear when she saw the scythe in his hands and watched as he raised it in the air toward her. Fear sliced through her body, and though she had told him that he could kill her to show that she was truly sorry for what she had done, she still feared the act of dying.
"I am not afraid of death, only the act of getting there", she told him honestly as her eyes stared up at him, and could only wait for the feel of the weapon slicing into her. Suddenly the memory of how she got weak legs entered her mind, the memory of her accident when she had been so young, and combined with knowing she would feel more pain caused her body to start shaking.
But she still remained on the floor, determined to prove her loyalty to him. Otherwise she would of ran by now.
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Date: 2015-04-10 05:54 pm (UTC)"I am not afraid of death, only the act of getting there", she told him honestly as her eyes stared up at him, and could only wait for the feel of the weapon slicing into her. Suddenly the memory of how she got weak legs entered her mind, the memory of her accident when she had been so young, and combined with knowing she would feel more pain caused her body to start shaking.
But she still remained on the floor, determined to prove her loyalty to him. Otherwise she would of ran by now.