Narrator
Rose, a nineteen-year-old American, was walking down the road. She really liked history in school, and especially liked the movie The Patriot. Her favorite character was Colonel William Tavington, the "Butcher" and the leader of the Green Dragoons. She was going to all the places that the movie was filmed, and right now, she was on the road they used for the Ghost's massacre, in the beginning of the movie. She was about to the trees where the Ghost and his sons were hiding, when she had a weird feeling. All the sudden everything around her was a blur, and then black.
She woke up in some black riding breeches, a white shirt that was, technically considered an undershirt, and black boots. Her hair was up in a braided bun, which was about the only thing that was the same. That and the way she thought and acted.
'Where am I?' She thought.
She looked around, and there were red coats coming, and I looked up the hill, and there was the Ghost and his sons, hiding behind foliage.
'Shit, now I know what happens, and if I don't move I will surely be shot, if I go and say I am a soldier, they will think me a spy, and kill me. If I say I am lost, they will think me a spy and shoot me. Oh well, I'll think of something later.' I thought and ran up to him.
"Who are you?" He asked as soon as I got there.
"Rose Wittenberg, sir." I replied courteously.
"Can you shoot accurately?" he asked, sounding preoccupied.
"Yes, w-"I started.
"Then grab a gun and start shooting. Start with the officers and work your way down. Can you tell the difference?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." I replied.
"Good, start when Samuel does, you can move around, providing you are fast, got it?"
"Yes sir."
I hid behind a tree and waited for Samuel to shoot. Samuel shot the first one in the back of the head. They, then, all got clumped up and I looked for the most experienced looking officer, and when I found him, I shot him in the head. Then, after we worked our way to only a few men left, I held my fire as the Ghost charged in and killed everyone else. When everyone else went down, I climbed up in a tree and hid, and watched the 'Ghost' obliterate the rest of the Kings regulars like they were nothing. I stayed there for a while so no one would know I was there, not even the ghost.
'This is a comfortable tree; I just might live here for a while.' I thought as I watched the Ghost and his sons walk away, and that is exactly what I did. I came out of the tree to steal food and get water and some books, and then I would get back in the tree and sleep there. I continued to do this for three months.