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Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ Sᴄᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴄᴀɴs Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ Sᴄᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇᴅ Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 7, 1899 ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴄᴀɴs, ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ. Hᴇ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴄᴀɴs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ᴀs ғᴀsᴛ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ. Bʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ, ʜɪs sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. Cʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Iʀᴀ & Dᴏʀᴀ Lᴇᴇ Sᴄᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ

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I Begged You “Please, I am literally begging you,” I warn, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look... The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, death will come soon after,” he explains, even though I have heard it so many times before already. “Any final words?” “Just, again, I tell you, begging you not to do this,” I say. clean conscience. That’s the thing, though; I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience. That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend developed a broken leg. I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, theirs exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling by their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun. Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I told you,” I begged sadly. —stellarpath
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