The guillotine is a prominant feature in the town centre.

::Luke walks down the road connecting the establishments within town. He looks around at the citizens, staring particularly at their clothing.::

(Where am I?)

"Hey! You!"

::Pitcheow! Is that a bullet ringing past your ear?::

::After the bullet flies past Luke's head, he slowly cranes his head to look at the officer properly.::

(The hell?!)

"Put your hands up in the air where I can see them."

::Luke does as he's told, though in a slow pace.::

"What seems to be the problem, officer?"

::He says in a tone best suited for talking oneself out of a speeding ticket.::

"Don't make smart with me."

::The officer looks pretty disgusted as he slowly nears Luke, keeping the gun aimed at the whitelighter.::

"If you make any moves I'll shoot you."

(And I'll make it somewhere that hurts but doesn't kill you. Fcukin' animal.)

::Luke trains his eyes on the officer's gun, preparing for the possibility of the weapon firing off at him at any moment. Other than that, he remains still.::

::The officer carefully moves behind Luke and cuffs him. Sure that the man is restrained, he suddenly slams the butt of his gun against the back of Luke's head.::

"Sheriff!"

"Ugh!"

::Luke falls to the ground again and glances upward at the officer as he tries desperately to remain conscious.::

::The Sheriff comes running up to the pair and stares down at Luke.::

"You got him."

::He looks behind himself and yells to another officer.::

"Get a block!"

(You are not getting away.)

::Hearing the commotion in the street, men and women start to appear in doorways. They recognise Luke and a excited murmur ripples through the forming crowd.::

::Luke squints his eyes closes momentarily in a failed attempt to alleviate his headache. However, he is well enough to swing his leg over to kick at the officer's knee.::

::The officer easily steps away from it and kicks Luke violently in the stomach.::

"Don't bother, you fucking..."

::He shakes his head, words not able to express the hate he feels for this serial killer. Another officer appears behind the Sheriff and drops a wooden block on the floor by his feet. He also has a long straight blade, which catches the sun as he hands it to his chief.::

::Luke winces at the blow to his stomach and lrolls onto his back. He breathes heavily.::

(The only way I can get out of this is orbing, but I can't risk exposing magic here in front of these people.)

"Bicknall-"

::The Sheriff is referring to Luke. He speaks loudly enough that everyone around him can hear.::

"I sentence you to death without trial for the murder and torture of fifteen innocent human beings."

::He roughly grabs Luke by the collar and pushes him over the block of wood so that his head nad neck are over the edge, and then turns to the people watching.::

"You're all witnesses to this justified and necessary killing of a murderer. A man who deserves the hell fire that he's heading to!"

::There's loud agreement from the crowd.::

"You've... got the wrong man."

::oh but who heard that? I sure didn't. The blade is brought down swiftly.::

::Which is Luke's cue to orb out of the way of the blade and behind the jeering crowd.::

::The crowd gasps!::

"What-"

::The Sheriff twists and turns around, gaping in shock.::

"Where did he go?"

::All the officers mimic their leaders actions, stunned.::

::Luke backs away from the crowd and into an alleyway, hoping not to get any unwanted attention.::

::Everybody spreads out and quickly starts searching.::

::Luke notices this and looks around for a quick place to orb away. He disappears in a cluster of orbs, sensing the areas to ensure that no one is present in these locations. He eventually finds himself in the stables.::

::Prue pushes past Luke around while glancing around for his future self.::

::Luke tenses.::

"Now wait. I can't be seen here. They're lookin' for me!"

::He turns and sees the saloon.::

"In there! Quick!"

::He dives in.::

::Prue sighs and hopes future Luke is an alcoholic and will be inside, following.::

::Prue, on horseback, speeds through the town with the wind in her face and wearing a huge grin. At one point she draws up and lightly jerks the reins. The horse rears and she takes the opportunity to take off her cowboy hat and wave it around.::

"Yeee-hah!"

::Laughing in delight, she kicks back into action and sets off at a gallop to the time portal.::

::Past Luke comes crashing through the window of the saloon and seconds later, Luke emerges. Spotting Prue and the time portal, he goes there.::

::Having heard the crash, the sherrif and several officers come running from different directions, and spot Past Luke sprawled on the floor.::

"Quick, don't let him do that trick he did again!"

::They surround him, all aiming their guns at his head.::

::Past Luke groans and rolls over onto his front. His head aches from the drink and the punching Luke gave him.::

::Once again, a crowd appears around the edge of the street. These Texans can't resist a good execution. They're deadly quiet, wondering if Luke will produce another brilliant light display like last time.::

::An officer drags the block of wood forward again and Luke is hauled across it. The Sheriff doesn't waste any time now, he can see Luke is in pretty bad shape but they can't afford to let him escape again. Taking the sword from his deputy, he raises it into the air, gives a quick nod to the crowd and then swiftly brings it down towards Luke's neck.::

::Luke jerks suddenly as he hears the familiar swish of the blade cutting the air, but there's no time. It passes cleanly through his neck, killing him instantly.::