AN/ This story was originally for a school project that got me a decent grade, though that's school. Please leave a review and be gentle :) This is my first story here on FF and I was hesitant to even post this./AN
The Silent Assassin
March 5, 1770. I believe this may be the start of war. Today the redcoats massacred a large group in the square, no one knows who shot first, or last. I was nearby when it happened, I saw the blood, it was everywhere. Also I saw a native boy not much older than I with that old black estate owner, they stood near the back of the crowd and all but disappeared just before the shooting started. I heard later that the boy was wanted, for what, I have no idea but it must be important or they wouldn't have criers at every corner and posters on every wall.
March 7, 1770. Since the massacre on king street happened the story has changed from the indian boy to tales of an old man fleeing and disposing of a mask and costume. What I believe? I'm not sure. I feel a need to find the indian boy and the black man but they seem to completely disappeared without a trace. Hopefully things will quiet down around here, if so I won't have much to write about and the ink well is running dry.
May 10, 1773. Tea, most bostonites run on it, and the british think the taxes need to be raised even more than they are. I hope things get better real soon or the people may rebel.
December 15, 1773. I heard rumors of a raid on the british ships was going to occur sometime tomorrow, I'm going to watch and see if it is true.
December 16, 1773. That indian boy was there! He was dressed in some kind of white attire with a hood that resembled an eagle. He helped dump the tea into the ocean and defend the others while they dumped tea. Never before have I seen such speed and efficiency. He disposed of nearly all the redcoats as they came to the boats and he was never even nicked by their blades or bullets.