[ WP ] One of your dear friends has committed an unforgivable crime , and now you have to execute them .

I stared at him as he laid there across the wood. The sweat pouring and the blood streaming down his body. He raised his prostrate head to meet my eyes with his. His eyes were pure light, they met my gaze and I could n't help but look away in shame. I stared at the crowd that was gathered around, all of their eyes on me, waiting for the judgement to be doled out. Waiting for my hands to bring down the strike that would slowly tear him from this earth. I returned my eyes to him, forcing myself to fixate on every laceration and wound. Here was the man, my friend since childhood, still radiating a bit of that childlike aura that would never fade, as he lay there atop his funeral. I had consigned myself to this'civic duty', this'justice' the government had placed upon my shoulders to carry out. The anticipation of the crowd grew like that of a lover before climax, a crescendo into paralyze, just before uncontrollable ecstasy. I wondered where they found their pleasure in such pain drenched business. The suffering of his gaze seemed to whisper, ever so gently to my soul `` There is no need of forgiveness between friends''. I rallied my composure against any emotional outburst and strode over to him lying there in agony. I placed my hand against the board to which his arm was tied. I grasped the hammer on the ground next to it. It felt as though I lifted the universe. With my arm raised high, I lost my stoicism and as I readied the first blow and quietly stated for only him to hear `` What am I doing?''. The hammer fell in cadence with my pent up tears. His eyes met mine for the last time as he replied `` Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do''.
