I don't own the Patriot
Sheesh, it's been a while since I wrote for this category even though I wrote only one story. Anyway, I want to retry doing a Tavington/OC story again and we'll see how it goes from there. Hope ya'll like it :D
Oh and please, if anyone has constructive criticism for the story, since it's been a while since I wrote one for the category, don't be shy and please write one! I want all the help I can get for this and thank you in advance. :D
The sun's rays lingered in the glass window and into the bedroom of a twenty five year old girl. "Oh that sun," she sighed as she walked over to the window and covered it with the drapes. Even when she did that, the sun's rays had the ability to shine right through. She turned away from the window and walked over to her desk where she turned her attention over to a box that she kept. Her creamy fingers lingered over the lid of the box but she took a deep breath and opened the box.
As she eyed the contents of the box, she glared at what she saw. Her two fingers picked up a golden necklace that was hidden beneath the box and she looked at it. It was gold with a golden teardrop-like jewel that hung from her neck. She turned her attention back into the box and she clawed through the items until she found a gold band ring that was promised to her.
How could he do this? she bitterly thought. All she wanted to do was to destroy these two pieces of jewels and erase him from her memory. That no good traitor! She threw the necklace and the ring back into the box and closed it shut. The thought of the man that she had once loved was more than she could muster. She had hoped that she was going to start a new life with this man, the man that she had fallen deeply in love with but he had turned out to be nothing but a betrayer to her.
She was returned back to reality when she heard a crash downstairs. "What is it now?" she mumbled as she walked out of her bedroom and walked downstairs to the living room. She looked at her two youngest sisters who were standing on the floor and glaring at each other. "Anna, Alice," she said as she put her hands on her hips, "what happened?"
"Catherine, I was trying to sew the ripped dress of her doll but she wouldn't let me," Anna explained to her sister as Alice held tightly onto her doll as if Anna was going to perform surgery on it.
"NO!" Alice yelled as Anna took a couple of steps back and held her arms in the air in surrender.
Catherine put both of her hands onto her forehead. The one thing that she needed help on was handling her two youngest sisters. Anna was the middle child, who was only sixteen years of age, and Alice was the youngest, who was only seven years old and had the desire to play with her dolls. "Did you ask when you wanted to sew the dress, Anna?"
Anna rolled her eyes at her sister's question. What else was she supposed to do on a day like this? She wished she could outside but Catherine was so overprotective of the both of them.
Catherine couldn't help it. Their mother's life was cut short by a deadly illness and their father had died fighting for his country. Catherine had begged him not to go, for she had always hated wars and feared the worst for her father. She just wished that her nightmare hadn't come true.
Suddenly, Alice craned her head to the side as she ran over to the window. She pulled back the drapes and took a step back when she noticed a man mounted on a horse passing by. "Who are they?" she curiously asked.
Catherine walked over to the window and looked. She noticed a whole crowd of them trotting into Charlotte's Plantation with their horses and knocking into her neighbor's doors. When one of the men turned his horse towards her house, Catherine gasped as she flung the drapes over the window and looked at her two sister's in fright. "The British," she breathlessly said. She grabbed Alice's hand and pointed to the second floor of their home. "We need to hide upstairs," she said as she led her sister's to the second floor. "In my room quickly."
Once the girls were in the room, Catherine locked her bedroom door with a key and ordered her two sisters to hide in the closet, "and don't make a sound," she said.
Catherine walked over to the window and pulled back a drape to take a peek at what was happening. Why was every single British soldier gathering everyone at the church? Catherine's eyes widened when she noticed one of her good friends and her family being led into the church, unknown of what was about to happen to them.
Suddenly, the church was in flames as every single British soldier threw a burning object towards the church. Her hands flew over to her mouth as she stifled a cry. Tears flowed down her face when she saw her beloved church and friends set in flames. Mistakenly, the grabbed the drapes to support her weight but that was something that she shouldn't have done.
"Bordon," the colonel of the group nodded to one of his officers. As he was about to lead his group away from the town, his icy blue eyes looked up at the house whose drapes moved. The window was not opened to have caused the drapes to move, unless the owner of the house possessed a pet cat or dog. Whatever the case was, he had to make sure that whoever lived in that house deserved to die a traitor's death.
He mounted himself off his horse and proceeded over to the house. The other soldiers looked on expectantly as to what their colonel was up to. He placed a gloved hand onto the doorknob and turned it to discover the door was left open as if the owner had been expecting visitors. His eyes slowly scanned the living room, kitchen, and the study room but no one was there. Then he proceeded to the second floor of the house where he came upon three bedroom doors. However, his intuition stated to go to the door that was across the hall and he did so. He placed his hand onto the doorknob and it would not open.
I have got you now he thought as he pulled out his pistol and pointed it to the door. He pulled the trigger and the bullet pierced through the keyhole of the door. Giving the door a kick with his black boot, he came upon a frightened young girl whose hands were over her dark curly hair that was neatly tied into a bun behind her head.
Catherine slowly raised her head and looked at the tall British man that stood by her doorway. His boots made their way towards her as his gloved hand roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground. "And who might you be?" he asked her.
Her lower lip quivered as she continued to stare at his ocean blue eyes. "C-Catherine S-Smith," she stuttered. She felt weak to the knees from the scare of the gun shot, the British solider, and the fear of her two sisters hiding in the closet. She prayed that they wouldn't make a sound.
"Is there anyone else in the house?" he asked her.
She continued to look at him in the eyes. "No," she answered and his hand tightened around her arm.
He looked at the ground and then at her once more. "What of Benjamin Martin and his rebels?" he asked and she shook her head, even though she had an idea of whom he was talking about. That answer did not seem to satisfy him. "I don't believe you," he hissed and pushed her towards the wall.
Catherine let out a yelp when her back made a rough contact with the wall. Her eyes traveled over to the closet and was thankful that her sisters did not even open the door to take a peek at what was happening to her. "What do you want with me?" her voice quivered.
What did he really want with her? He had gotten the information about Benjamin Martin from one of the villagers at the church so she was of no use to him. He pulled her away from the wall, turned her back to him, and tightly grabbed her arms. "Maybe a visit to the church would make you think twice about lying to me," he hissed as he dragged her out of the room.
Anna gasped as she grabbed her little sister's hand. How could someone be so cruel to take her sister to a burning church? She thought of getting out of the closet and running after her sister but her feet were frozen on the platform of the closet.
"What's going on?" Alice asked.
"Shh," Anna shushed her. She pressed her ear closer to the door to closet to pick up any noise but all she heard was silence. Her hand flew over to the doorknob and she opened the door just a crack to get a peek of the room but nobody was inside. "Catherine," she whispered as she ran over to the window and pulled the drapes away from the window.
Below the window, she saw her sister struggling in the arms of the British soldier.
Once the colonel stepped out of the house, the rest of the soldiers turned their attention upon him. "Fire the house," he ordered his soldiers. Even if this girl was not willing to tell him the truth, he had a feeling that she was definitely hiding someone in there.
"NO!" Catherine screamed before the soldiers could do anything. However, her plea fell upon deaf ears as one of the soldiers approached her house with his horse and threw a flaming object towards her home.
Anna quickly dodged away from the window as the object broke the window and fell onto the floor. Alice let out a terrified scream but Anna quickly scooped her up in her arms and the two sisters made their way out of the house. The fire quickly spread into the bedroom and made its way down the hallway but Anna picked up her speed and sped down the stairs before the fire could touch them. They were out of the house just in time before the fire engulfed every single room.
After seeing the two young girls running out of the house, the British soldier turned his head towards the young woman that he held in his arms. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he clicked his tongue and slowly shook his head, "lying is considered a deadly sin," he said to her as he slowly took her to the burning church. Catherine could feel the hot flames on her face as he dragged her closer and closer.
"Catherine!" Anna was about to run to her sister but another soldier cut her path, "get out of my way!" she told him through gritted teeth but he would not budge. Alice wrapped herself around Anna's arms and buried her face on her sister's shoulder to avoid the horrible scene happening to them.
The heat from the flames got hotter and hotter. She feared that he was going to swing her into the fire and she began to tremble. "No please!" she yelled and began to resist. The screaming from within the church got louder and louder and her screams increased with every inch he took. "No, no, no! I am telling you the truth! I know nothing of the rebel army!"
"Colonel Tavington, wait!" a voice behind them yelled and the soldier, named Colonel William Tavington, stopped his approach towards the burning church. He turned around with Catherine and saw one of his officers approaching him. "You cannot kill her," he said.
"Did you not state minutes ago, Captain Wilkins, that 'those who stand against England deserve to die a traitor's death?'" Tavington asked the soldier, named Captain James Wilkins.
Wilkins looked at Catherine and then at Tavington. "She could be of good use," he said before Tavington changed his mind, "she knows about the Martin family just as I do, probably even more than I."
Catherine felt his hands gradually release her arms. "We shall see, Captain," Tavington said as he pushed Catherine towards him. "Tie her wrists and carry her on your horse," he ordered and walked away from Wilkins and Catherine. Another soldier walked over to Wilkins, handing him a rope. Wilkins took the rope and tied it around Catherine's wrists.
Once Tavington mounted himself on his horse, one of the soldiers asked, "what should we do with them?" Tavington turned his head and looked at Anna and Alice. His first thought was to murder them. After all, they were the supports of the rebel army. However, what if they could serve a purpose for their mission.
"Tie their wrists and take them with us," Tavington ordered.
Catherine let out a sigh of relief. Even though they were being taken, Catherine did not want to be away from her two little sisters. "Come," she heard Wilkins's soft voice make its way to her ears. Catherine resisted the urge to give a glare at Wilkins so she kept her focus on her two sisters, hoping that no more harm would come towards them.
The three sisters were mounted on the horses and they strode away with the Green Dragoons.
Catherine turned her head and looked at the burning church one last time. A tear escaped from her eyes streaked down her cheeks.