OPEN POST // LELOUCH LAMPEROUGE | LELOUCH VI BRITANNIA

[chessking]

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same as above, execution style

[smileyfaced]

[It was only a matter of time before the "Mafia" was uncovered. Chara could feel the noose tightening around their neck with each passing day as the players dwindled. Eventually, someone will realize who the true killers were. Eventually, someone will catch onto their lies. Eventually--

It was why they acted the moment they realized just how dangerous Lelouch was. He threatened me. He's been acting funny. I'm scared, please help me. So long as you put a teary face -- as long as you acted cute and helpless -- adults will want to help a child. Children are nothing but vulnerable creatures

(easily manipulated, easily abused, easily hurt)

that one feels a natural inclination to protect. That's what they've been taught, anyway.

So it comes as a surprise when Chara of all people is chosen as the executioner. They don't like it. They have to act in a way that demands more than they're capable of, and they approach the platform with a hint of a scowl.]

I hope you had "fun."

[Playing detective. Trying to outsmart the killers. You know. All that.]

[chessking]

[ They've dressed him in white, today. There's an odd sense of deja vu that comes with it. Once upon a time, an emperor dressed in white had been assassinated by a knight in black. It seems so long ago now.

He supposes the white is there for a reason - it would be a little difficult to see blood on black, and he can feel the razor sharp wires binding him to something that feels like a wooden frame cutting into his skin, the slickness that comes from blood dripping down his arms and being soaked up by white fabric.

Lelouch doesn't know how long he's been hanging here for. The blindfold cuts off his sight, and just based on the way that he feels like his body is being pulled, arms outstretched, it's hard to breathe properly. Every minute feels like an hour.

Crucifixion.

He would laugh, if he had the strength to. But he doesn't have to wait very long, the sound of footsteps on the elevated platform making him raise his head for a moment.

His lips twist into a sardonic, mocking smile, when he recognises that voice. ]

Chara.

[ He coughs, and it hurts to talk. Chara, with their sweet lies and feigned innocence. He would applaud their treachery if he weren't the victim of it. ]

Plenty. Enough to make you nervous. I'm surprised they voted you.

[ Short sentences, nothing like the eloquent speeches that Lelouch is known for, how his way with words had turned people to his side, up till now.

There's a side table set up next to where he's hanging on the platform, an assortment of knives and other sharp objects for Chara to take their pick.

What will you do now, Chara? ]

[smileyfaced]

I wasn't nervous.

[Their answer is soft and smooth, meant only for Lelouch's ears. It's true. Chara hadn't been antsy -- they'd been terrified. To be executed before they could "win," to be torn apart as they had been in their past life... they never want to feel as helpless as Lelouch surely does in this moment. Never again.

With their back turned to the audience, their typical smile spreads across the face. It's a natural self-defense mechanism to mask whatever emotions they may be feeling. Knives are familiar. They've worked with these tools before. Chara picks up a particularly large kitchen knife, gently pricking their finger on its tip.]

It's punishment from my group.

[For having been sloppy enough to have left clues. It didn't matter if they were only a child. If one was caught, the others were in danger. Lelouch getting close to unmasking them marked Chara as a "liability."]

The consequences of your actions.

[chessking]

[ He doesn't look at Chara. Hard to look at them when all Lelouch can see is darkness, guided mostly by the direction of their voice and painfully aware of the steady drip, drip of blood from his wounds, and perhaps it's more his mind playing tricks on him than anything, but it sounds deafening. More deafening than their voice.

Even after seeing how brutal the executions were the past few weeks, he'd never thought that he'd be on the receiving end of one, or how agonising it would be for him.

It takes most of his strength to laugh, and it's a strangled, ugly sound that can surely be heard by the people below who are watching this pseudo horror show of a child carrying out an execution.

There's nothing innocent about Chara, that much he knows now. They're nothing like Nunnally. ]

I'm sorry.

[ He doesn't sound sorry. Lelouch has always had a talent for making things sound like backhanded compliments if he wanted to, but this is outright condescension, and he's finally letting one last burst of raw emotion, the equivalent of scathing hatred dripping from those two words.

Lelouch's anger has always been more of a cold fire than an explosion.

And even now, it still burns, even as he's crucified, as he waits for death to take him once more, waits for Chara to strike a killing blow that he can't see coming. ]

[smileyfaced]

[Does Lelouch really think Chara will begin with a killing blow? That would be much too easy -- and that'd reveal their capabilities far too quickly. This game was one of deceit as much as murderous intent. A wolf that flashed its fangs early on will be killed. Play as if you're a sheep and you'll survive.

(survival is all that matters. only the strong will live, and Chara isn't weak anymore. they don't want to be.)

That venom is accepted without a retort. If Chara speaks too much to Lelouch, the audience's suspicions will be aroused. They don't want that. Instead, they press the knife's tip onto the spot just above Lelouch's heart, letting their grip shake enough for him to feel the quiver. The promise of broaching the breaking point.]

I want you to hate me.

[They mutter it, a vicious glee snaking into their words.]

I don't want any pity.

[With that said, they suddenly let out a strangled cry and slam the knife into the spot they had been pressing down on, making sure to push as hard as they can on the hilt.]