I hate being cheated. Although I have had several hundred people to help me with my job, I still hate it. Kane, Hitler, Booth. These are just a few of those who helped me. Even if I did claim their lives in the end, I am thankful to them.
One who tried (but failed) is Guy Fawkes. I avenged myself by killing him too. That’s my job. No one lives forever. I am sorry to tell you this, but it is true.
The tale that we commemorate is well known, how a bunch of Catholic conspirators sought to blow up King James I and Parliament in 1605. Convention says that the group wanted to reestablish the Catholic religion in England. I was alongside Fawkes and his companions the …show more content…
Fawkes was born in 1570 York England. He joined the Catholic Church while he was still young and his religious passion led him to leave Protestant England and serve in the Spanish army in the Netherlands from 1593 to 1604.
Robert Catesby asked him to return to England to take part in the plot. Because of his experience as a soldier and his reputation for courage and coolness, he was entrusted with actually carrying out the plan. He was an amazing man, Catesby. Too bad his wish wasn’t fulfilled.
The Catholic protesters rented a cellar that was directly beneath the House of Lords and stashed 26 barrels of gunpowder, covered with straw and faggots. Then an anonymous letter warning the Catholic Lord, Monteagle, to stay away from the opening of Parliament blew the game. The Royal Guards were sent into the cellar, but no one was found. They waited in silence and …show more content…
He was on the rack, on the wheel and some other ghastly things that I just love. As he was screaming in pain and agony, I was whispering in his ear. It only made him yell and scream louder.
“Never get caught, Fawkes, or this will happen,” I said. “You are learning this the hard way.” By November 12, most of the conspirators had been killed or taken to the Tower of London.
Although the Gunpowder plot was meant to murder King James I and the members of the House of Parliament , it killed a whole different group of people, including Fawkes himself. And I know that he will never forget the day he was executed. He was a good man, and he is often toasted as “the last man to enter Parliament with honorable intentions.”
He was tried and found guilty before a special commission (Jan. 27, 1606) and was executed opposite the Parliament building. Before he died, he had one last thing to say: “Remember, remember the Fifth of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why Gunpowder treason and plot should ever be forgot.” He was hanged, drawn and quartered in the bloody fashion of the day. I love those