Abraham Lincoln looked above him and saw vultures circling overhead. He rode in a cart through the city of Washington DC towards his death. All through the streets were lined citizens. They bombarded Lincoln with curses and rotten vegetables.
He finally rode down Pennsylvania Avenue in front of the White House. Set up in the White House were a gallows. Lincoln was struck with sudden fear but didn't let it show in his face or by struggling. His hands were tied tightly behind his back so it would do little good. The least he could do is die with dignity.
The cart stopped 100 yards from the gallows and was separated by another crowd. Two soldiers pulled the former president to his feet and got him down from the cart.
He began to walk directly through the crowd escorted by the two soldiers. Even with the soldiers he was not safe, for the crowd beat him with stones and swtiches. The crowd closed around the three men and several more soldiers were sent in to escort Lincoln out.
Upon emerging to the other side he saw the man he loathed, 'His majesty King Ulysses Grant'. Grant stood there dressed extravagently for the occasion. He signalled the soldiers to bring Lincoln over.
Lincoln looked down on Grant he was much taller but that did nothing to intimidate the King. Grant looked up at him and asked "Would you like to see a priest before your death?". Pointing over to an old man clutching a bible in his hands.
Lincoln shook his head at Grant "I have done no wrong, to deserve this, or need a priest." Grant laughed and signalled the men to lead him to the gallows. Lincoln walked up the stairs and over the trap door. A weight was attached to his feet, while the rope was put around his neck.
"Any last words Mr. Lincoln?"--Grant asked
"It's President Lincoln and yes I do. You may hang your President today but a revolution will come someday and I only hope they will be merciful enough to give you the guillotine."--Lincoln said hoping that someday the people would'nt be merciful
King Grant glared at Lincoln and signalled the men to finish the job. The floor fell out from beneath Lincoln's feet and he fell. He was caught half a second later by his neck. He immediantly realized that his neck had failed to break and he would have to die of suffocation. He watched Grant laugh at what he had obviously planned. The people cheered as Lincoln felt the life drain out of him.
He tried to struggle but his hands were tied together and his feet were attacked to a weight with enough rope to reach the ground. Things began to go dark in Lincoln's eyes, he tried to fight the darkness coming over him, just like how he tried to fight the darkness that overtook the United States. Just like how he failed saving the United States he also failed in saving himself...
He finally rode down Pennsylvania Avenue in front of the White House. Set up in the White House were a gallows. Lincoln was struck with sudden fear but didn't let it show in his face or by struggling. His hands were tied tightly behind his back so it would do little good. The least he could do is die with dignity.
The cart stopped 100 yards from the gallows and was separated by another crowd. Two soldiers pulled the former president to his feet and got him down from the cart.
He began to walk directly through the crowd escorted by the two soldiers. Even with the soldiers he was not safe, for the crowd beat him with stones and swtiches. The crowd closed around the three men and several more soldiers were sent in to escort Lincoln out.
Upon emerging to the other side he saw the man he loathed, 'His majesty King Ulysses Grant'. Grant stood there dressed extravagently for the occasion. He signalled the soldiers to bring Lincoln over.
Lincoln looked down on Grant he was much taller but that did nothing to intimidate the King. Grant looked up at him and asked "Would you like to see a priest before your death?". Pointing over to an old man clutching a bible in his hands.
Lincoln shook his head at Grant "I have done no wrong, to deserve this, or need a priest." Grant laughed and signalled the men to lead him to the gallows. Lincoln walked up the stairs and over the trap door. A weight was attached to his feet, while the rope was put around his neck.
"Any last words Mr. Lincoln?"--Grant asked
"It's President Lincoln and yes I do. You may hang your President today but a revolution will come someday and I only hope they will be merciful enough to give you the guillotine."--Lincoln said hoping that someday the people would'nt be merciful
King Grant glared at Lincoln and signalled the men to finish the job. The floor fell out from beneath Lincoln's feet and he fell. He was caught half a second later by his neck. He immediantly realized that his neck had failed to break and he would have to die of suffocation. He watched Grant laugh at what he had obviously planned. The people cheered as Lincoln felt the life drain out of him.
He tried to struggle but his hands were tied together and his feet were attacked to a weight with enough rope to reach the ground. Things began to go dark in Lincoln's eyes, he tried to fight the darkness coming over him, just like how he tried to fight the darkness that overtook the United States. Just like how he failed saving the United States he also failed in saving himself...