8

‘If you were here last week you’ll know what’s about to take place live on stage.’

‘If you weren’t then you’ll be watching your very fist crucifixion.’

The crowed screamed

‘You know what time it is?’ Hail said holding the microphone out.

‘Crucifix time.’

‘I can’t hear you.’

‘Crucifix time.’

‘I still can’t hear you.’

‘CRUCIFIX TIME.’

The room rumbled.

‘She’s on the crucifix what shall I do?’

‘Kill her!’

‘She’s hung for doing wrong what shall I do?’

‘Kill her!’

He held the microphone out to the crowd.

‘I can’t hear you.’

‘Kill her!’

Hail pulled a knife out of his pocket showing it to the audience, they stood shocked. ‘Child of the crucifix could do no wrong but she lost her way what shall I do?

‘Kill her!’

‘The gods have spoken we must kill the child of the crucifix of the devil.’

Hail turned winking at Laila.

He slashed her.

Her head hung limp.

‘A cross I leave on the child of the crucifix now she is dead the devil is no longer.’

The room filled with wolf whistles.

‘Goodnight and god bless.’

The curtains dropped the lights dimmed.

The cheers from the echoed cheers of the audience faded.

‘Laila, Laila you can stop acting now’

She hung on the cross limp.

‘Laila, Laila!’ He said sharply slapping her face. ‘Laila!’ he repeated slapping her once again.

‘Owe.’

She looked at him.

‘What did you do that for?’

‘I wish you’d stop doing that’ He said untying her.

‘I can’t help it.’

He took her hands and led her down the steps.