“Please! I’ll work harder! Please!” pleaded Atticus at the feet of his owner. Atticus was a Gaul. He’d been captured as a slave on his birthday, March 15, like the thousands of others who were enslaved that same day. He would think of the that occurrence every day of his sad life. He remembered the loud stomping and the panic it aroused. He remembered his mother standing between the Roman soldier and him. He remembered her begging on the floor crying, like he was now, to let him go and to kill her instead. He remembered the sword slicing right into her heart, so quickly that young Atticus couldn’t do anything about it and he remembered the absence of remorse in the soldier's eyes. The sadness that Atticus felt knowing that he would never be able to talk to his mother again was excruciating. He …show more content…
He looked at Emperor Julius Caesar and said with immense rage, “You! You are the one who did this all to me. All of this was because of you. You destroyed everything that I loved and you will pay. I hope you remember me when you are being stabbed to death by your own friends and everything that you have will be gone, too. It will be on my birthday. While you are being killed remember that it will be because of me.” Atticus threw his spear at him and hit right above his head to that the point stick to the top of his chair and the shaft was touching his head. Then, swiftly the guards came out grabbing him by the arms. Everyone in the crowd was silent and everyone heard Atticus’s feet dragging against the gravel ground of the Colosseum. He was dragged to the center of the arena where he was propped up kneeling, with his head down. It was, in a way, comforting to know that life is going to over and that there is not going to be anymore pain or worrying. The heavy sword was lifted by one of the guards and it fell upon his neck. Atticus was not afraid, he had nothing left anyways. All he felt was a twinge of pain and blackness. Just