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Alice, Daughter of Barabbas
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
They tied her arms to the cross-piece, and forced her out into the narrow, crowded street. Alice groaned beneath the weight.
Behind her, she was aware that two men would be keeping her company when she reached Golgotha. Briefly, she wondered what they had done, but she soon forgot them. She had troubles enough of her own.
It had been a struggle to get through this crowd only yesterday, with a basket of fruit as her only burden. Today, staggering beneath this beam towards an agonising death , in a state of near terror, Alice could barely make forward progress.
Alice had managed barely fifty yards of the journey to Golgotha when she saw her aunt. Her mother’s sister, Deborah, and she was standing right in front of her.
“Alice! What on earth are you doing? I hope you are carrying that for someone else?”
Alice came to a halt. “Aunt Deborah, you have to help me, they are going to crucify me!”
“Stand back, woman!” bawled the centurion. “Get out of the way!”
“Just a moment, officer – this girl is my niece!” Aunt Deborah was not a woman to be trifled with at the best of times. The centurion looked faintly shocked, but he remained in a temporary state of near eruption. Deborah didn’t have long.
“Crucify you? Crucify you? Why are they going to crucify you, Alice?”
“A Roman attacked me… I killed him, it was an accident, please Aunt, you have to believe me! It wasn’t my fault!”
“She stuck a knife in his heart,” added the centurion, wondering why he was having this conversation, “some ‘accident.’”
“Aunt! Please!”
“You stupid, selfish girl! Look at you! Twenty-three years old and you haven’t worked out that the Romans take what they want, and do what they want. Your poor mother – the shock of this will kill her! I must go to her now! And I hope, while you are hanging from your cross, you will think about what you’ve done to her! Go ahead, officer – do what you have to do!”
“Well, thank you kindly, ma’am,” said the centurion, with exaggerated deference, as Alice recoiled from the shock of her aunt’s words. She was completely alone in the world. There was no sign of her father, her aunt didn’t even care that she was going to be nailed to a cross, and now, suddenly, this cross seemed to weigh three times as much.
“Tell mum I’m sorry…” she wept. She staggered forward. Deborah watched her for a moment, then the enormity of what she had done struck her. Of course Alice had fought back. She would have done the same. It could have been her carrying a cross to Golgotha. Were her harsh words to be the last that passed between them? She ran forward, and grabbed Alice’s tattered tunic.
“Alice! Forgive me! How could I have been so cruel? I’m so sorry!”
“I’m too young to die, Aunt!”
I know you are, my sweet girl… let me get you some wine to dull the pain! Officer? Can I get her some wine? It’ll only take five minutes! I only live a short distance away!”
“Oh, Aunt, thank you. Would you? I’m dreading the pain! Please, sir, let me have some wine?”
“We’re not waiting!” The centurion had had enough. “We’ve dallied long enough already! No wine! Come on! Get moving!” He encouraged Alice forward with his club.
There was no way she could make any faster progress. People were all round her, shrieking at her, taunting her, one man asking the centurion if he could take her home tonight and return her for crucifixion tomorrow.
Another yelled, “You have to be nude to be crucified! Get those clothes off!”
“Leave me alone!” Alice didn’t need reminding that she would probably be stark naked before much longer.
The centurion threatened the worst offenders with his club, but by now Alice was finding each step more difficult than the last.
“Alice!” Deborah’s voice, coming up the street behind. She’d been to get wine anyway. “Alice! Wait!”
Alice paused, but the centurion shoved her forward. “Stop that woman!” he ordered a legionary, “we’ve dithered enough already.”
The legionary swiftly intercepted Deborah, stopping her in her tracks.
“Let me through, you idiot! ALICE! Wait!”
The centurion turned. “On your way, woman. No comfort for this prisoner. She has already attempted to delay her own crucifixion by walking so slowly!!”
“Have some compassion, man!”
“Compassion?” he sneered, “We’re about to crucify her! How do we crucify her compassionately?”
“You are a hateful man! I hope you rot in hell!”
Behind her, she was aware that two men would be keeping her company when she reached Golgotha. Briefly, she wondered what they had done, but she soon forgot them. She had troubles enough of her own.
It had been a struggle to get through this crowd only yesterday, with a basket of fruit as her only burden. Today, staggering beneath this beam towards an agonising death , in a state of near terror, Alice could barely make forward progress.
Alice had managed barely fifty yards of the journey to Golgotha when she saw her aunt. Her mother’s sister, Deborah, and she was standing right in front of her.
“Alice! What on earth are you doing? I hope you are carrying that for someone else?”
Alice came to a halt. “Aunt Deborah, you have to help me, they are going to crucify me!”
“Stand back, woman!” bawled the centurion. “Get out of the way!”
“Just a moment, officer – this girl is my niece!” Aunt Deborah was not a woman to be trifled with at the best of times. The centurion looked faintly shocked, but he remained in a temporary state of near eruption. Deborah didn’t have long.
“Crucify you? Crucify you? Why are they going to crucify you, Alice?”
“A Roman attacked me… I killed him, it was an accident, please Aunt, you have to believe me! It wasn’t my fault!”
“She stuck a knife in his heart,” added the centurion, wondering why he was having this conversation, “some ‘accident.’”
“Aunt! Please!”
“You stupid, selfish girl! Look at you! Twenty-three years old and you haven’t worked out that the Romans take what they want, and do what they want. Your poor mother – the shock of this will kill her! I must go to her now! And I hope, while you are hanging from your cross, you will think about what you’ve done to her! Go ahead, officer – do what you have to do!”
“Well, thank you kindly, ma’am,” said the centurion, with exaggerated deference, as Alice recoiled from the shock of her aunt’s words. She was completely alone in the world. There was no sign of her father, her aunt didn’t even care that she was going to be nailed to a cross, and now, suddenly, this cross seemed to weigh three times as much.
“Tell mum I’m sorry…” she wept. She staggered forward. Deborah watched her for a moment, then the enormity of what she had done struck her. Of course Alice had fought back. She would have done the same. It could have been her carrying a cross to Golgotha. Were her harsh words to be the last that passed between them? She ran forward, and grabbed Alice’s tattered tunic.
“Alice! Forgive me! How could I have been so cruel? I’m so sorry!”
“I’m too young to die, Aunt!”
I know you are, my sweet girl… let me get you some wine to dull the pain! Officer? Can I get her some wine? It’ll only take five minutes! I only live a short distance away!”
“Oh, Aunt, thank you. Would you? I’m dreading the pain! Please, sir, let me have some wine?”
“We’re not waiting!” The centurion had had enough. “We’ve dallied long enough already! No wine! Come on! Get moving!” He encouraged Alice forward with his club.
There was no way she could make any faster progress. People were all round her, shrieking at her, taunting her, one man asking the centurion if he could take her home tonight and return her for crucifixion tomorrow.
Another yelled, “You have to be nude to be crucified! Get those clothes off!”
“Leave me alone!” Alice didn’t need reminding that she would probably be stark naked before much longer.
The centurion threatened the worst offenders with his club, but by now Alice was finding each step more difficult than the last.
“Alice!” Deborah’s voice, coming up the street behind. She’d been to get wine anyway. “Alice! Wait!”
Alice paused, but the centurion shoved her forward. “Stop that woman!” he ordered a legionary, “we’ve dithered enough already.”
The legionary swiftly intercepted Deborah, stopping her in her tracks.
“Let me through, you idiot! ALICE! Wait!”
The centurion turned. “On your way, woman. No comfort for this prisoner. She has already attempted to delay her own crucifixion by walking so slowly!!”
“Have some compassion, man!”
“Compassion?” he sneered, “We’re about to crucify her! How do we crucify her compassionately?”
“You are a hateful man! I hope you rot in hell!”
One questions Deborah's desire for any compassion for Alice. Does she not understand Alice will be soon stripped naked and nailed to a cross? Does she think she can spare Alice from her fate???
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
If I were Deborah, I gave that centurion a kick with my knee on a place where it unpleasantly hurts!
That's a possibility... then he could compassionately crucify Deborah as well.If I were Deborah, I gave that centurion a kick with my knee on a place where it unpleasantly hurts!
Hr’s got a point there …
This gets better and better. Looking forward to the next post!
Well, that will require a little creative licence from the Gospel writers. Matthew, Mark, John, pay attention you lot! And leave a note for that Luke blighter.
Well, that will require a little creative licence from the Gospel writers. Matthew, Mark, John, pay attention you lot! And leave a note for that Luke blighter.
Pay attention, Jolly, we have a new set
I take my new job very seriously, I must get cracking on my account asap
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
This was the moment the whole story was written for! Now lets see those nails in her naked body!
Alice remained silent, her mind even now refusing to accept the reality of what was happening. As her aunt’s voice faded behind her they passed through the city gate. Somehow, she raised her head.
Ahead, for the first time in three years, she saw the knoll beside the road known as Golgotha. Three years ago she had followed Nathan as they took him to be crucified. Ahead, once again, they were making preparations for crucifixion. But now, if only her overwhelmed mind could grasp the fact, this time it was her own crucifixion they were preparing for.
Somehow Alice got up that hill. It seemed that the cross grew heavier with every step, but the centurion was tolerating no delay and shoved her forward, or struck her with his baton every time she faltered. As she drew near to the top her heart was pounding, but not just because of the exertion. Her stomach was in knots of fear.
She reached the plateau at the top, sank to her knees and here they finally relieved her of her burden.
Her relief was short lived as the centurion pulled her to her feet. She watched them assembling the crosses, and saw the huge spikes they were getting ready to use. And then they took the two men, and stripped them naked right in front of her. She turned away as the men, howling piteously, were dragged down onto their crosses.
Ahead, for the first time in three years, she saw the knoll beside the road known as Golgotha. Three years ago she had followed Nathan as they took him to be crucified. Ahead, once again, they were making preparations for crucifixion. But now, if only her overwhelmed mind could grasp the fact, this time it was her own crucifixion they were preparing for.
Somehow Alice got up that hill. It seemed that the cross grew heavier with every step, but the centurion was tolerating no delay and shoved her forward, or struck her with his baton every time she faltered. As she drew near to the top her heart was pounding, but not just because of the exertion. Her stomach was in knots of fear.
She reached the plateau at the top, sank to her knees and here they finally relieved her of her burden.
Her relief was short lived as the centurion pulled her to her feet. She watched them assembling the crosses, and saw the huge spikes they were getting ready to use. And then they took the two men, and stripped them naked right in front of her. She turned away as the men, howling piteously, were dragged down onto their crosses.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Has that nasty centurion a train to catch? Come on, man! Give her a break! I bet he is already eagerly looking forward to some drink in the officer's mess, and he wouldn't want to miss a minute of it!?
In denial … yes the mind can do that. But reality is going to break through the fog any moment now.
justarandomguy
Magistrate
Looking at the victim carrying the beam from behind isn't an angle you see every day, nice
Wragg has told an excellent story. The lead-up to Alice's crucifixion is as terrifying as her execution will be...
“What’s the matter? Haven’t you seen a naked man before?”
“You crucified my fiancée three years ago. But please don’t crucify me… it’s not fair! You know it’s not fair! Please! I’ll do anything!”
And then, as he pulled at the cord that fastened her tunic, “Oh, no, please don’t take my clothes!”
The centurion didn’t answer. He grabbed the tunic, and with one swift movement pulled it down her body, leaving her topless. The crowd behind roared their approval.
Then he reached for her loincloth.
Alice pleaded with him. “Can’t you at least leave that on?”
“No,” he said, “I can’t.”
Another swift movement, and Alice stood totally naked before her cross, and before the howling mob.
“Nail the bitch!”
“Let’s hear her scream!”
“Nice ass, can we see her tits?”
“Just listen to them!” grumbled Alice, trying to sound brave. “For God’s sake! I sat down to peel and chop vegetables, so why am I now standing naked in front of a crowd of jerks? And why, for that matter, are you so keen to nail me to that cross?”
“You crucified my fiancée three years ago. But please don’t crucify me… it’s not fair! You know it’s not fair! Please! I’ll do anything!”
And then, as he pulled at the cord that fastened her tunic, “Oh, no, please don’t take my clothes!”
The centurion didn’t answer. He grabbed the tunic, and with one swift movement pulled it down her body, leaving her topless. The crowd behind roared their approval.
Then he reached for her loincloth.
Alice pleaded with him. “Can’t you at least leave that on?”
“No,” he said, “I can’t.”
Another swift movement, and Alice stood totally naked before her cross, and before the howling mob.
“Nail the bitch!”
“Let’s hear her scream!”
“Nice ass, can we see her tits?”
“Just listen to them!” grumbled Alice, trying to sound brave. “For God’s sake! I sat down to peel and chop vegetables, so why am I now standing naked in front of a crowd of jerks? And why, for that matter, are you so keen to nail me to that cross?”
justarandomguy
Magistrate
Average team naked response.
Also, dang have you improved, I wish days could move faster to see the rest
Well, thanks... Jasmine helped!
Not to mention the photomanipulators here - I haven't wanted for help and advice!
Another great chapter! The story and the art are fantastic. One can only wonder races through Alice's mind during her humiliating ordeal. What she says is only the tip of her thoughts!Well, thanks... Jasmine helped!
Not to mention the photomanipulators here - I haven't wanted for help and advice!