First Drabble, originally posted on DA.

America's POV/Rated T for character death/Revolutionary War


His body was heavy and his legs were weak below him as he tried to keep a straight path through the woods.

The screams, they echoed in his ears louder than the sounds of the cannons and tears, tears poured down from his dulled blues as his body pleaded for air.

He could feel the horrible lurch of his body as blood spilled from behind his shaking, red stained lips to spill on a tree before him.

Leaning against it all he could see was red, red bodies gaining on him fast as he let weak sobs leave his ever broken body.

Turning he staggered and continued to run or so he tried, legs trying to make him fall every few minuets, vision hazy from lack of breath.

Then all he could see was empty space as the ground gave way and there was a drop down into the depths of the ocean, rocks littered and broke the water.

His tearful eyes stared into the raging waters before he turned to stare back at the men rushing for him to take him back to his red, golden cage.

The men started slowly to fall from his vision as he was held in nothing but the air, his sobs not stilling as he fell down to the waters below him.

His body hit the waves and he fell even deeper till he was surrounded by the darkness of the ocean, no more gasping breaths, no more sobs.

His eyes closed as he silently pleaded, silently pleaded against all odds in the world...

Let me go.