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He could barely see what was happening around him, it was so dark.
That's probably what happens when you've got a bag over your head.
See, the man was fully aware of what was to happen to him.
Since reviving the village's head of church, the people of the town had grown wary. 'Witch', they called him. a crude name he grew used to. He was no witch, he was simply a doctor He didn't hold any ill will toward them for what they were doing, he understood it was all just fear. So he let them restrain him, and drag him out into the village square.
“Witch! We need not your evil magic in our village, robbing our good reverend of the goodness and love that is heaven!”
The doctor just sighed, and the bag was yanked off his head.
“My good people, it’s not witchcraft, it’s science” he tried to reason, but ultimately he knew where all this was leading.
They’d kick him from the village, and he’d have to find a new place to live elsewhere. Honestly, it’s about the same every time. He had sort of liked this village though, the children seemed fond of him, and it was nice being able to teach them the wonders of medicine! But all good things faded eventually, he supposed.
“So we’ve decided to burn you!”
Wait what?
“Hold on, what?? Can't you just kick me out? This seems overkill, and I didn’t do anything bad!” the doctor panickedly protested, as they tied him to something metal.
He looked around at the other children tied to the same metal heap and realized what it was they were attached to. The shuttle he built to escape this planet.
“No- no no no hey- don’t do that! You’ll ignite the engine, we’ll all be shot into space!” the doctor pleaded, looking at the children who limply hung from their spots tied to the shuttle.
“It’ll only be you who is shot into the unknown. Your companions have already been cast to the depths of hell.” a woman says. “They were but children, corrupted by the devil so young, it almost hurt to see them pass. But you? All in the village will enjoy watching you burn.”
The doctor felt his breathing pick up in pace, struggling against the restraints. “Please! I haven’t done anything wrong!”
The townspeople gathered around as the few archers came forward. With careful aim, arrows torched with flame were shot at the machine, and the doctor.
One managed to cleanly clip his shoulder, and he screamed in agony, the flames quickly catching onto his clothing. He cried and pleaded for their mercy as the ship began to power, and take off into the sky.
As he was met with stars and cold, the flame extinguished, and he felt his heartbeat slow, the tears running down his face now permanently frozen in place.
The witch considered this his end.
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“Why are your sensors going off, Aurora? there's nothing the- oh, what are you?”