Chapter 1
"Jaime Sullivan...", the man's voice sang happily as he stomped towards me with his gun raised to my head. He had five men standing behind him, also with their guns raised.
My eyes roamed around smoothly as I calculated my options on how to take these guys down. I had my one sword raised in the air and the other down at my side.
"Nice to see you again, Neville", I spat, heavy sarcasm dropping from my voice. I hate this guy.
Neville's evil smile turned down into a hard glare, "General Sebastian Monroe has a bounty on your head. I suggest you come nicely or you'd be meeting him with fewer limbs"
"Aww, Neville... you know I can't make it easy for you"
Neville's glare got even harder, if it was even possible. "Where's Miles Matheson, girl?"
I shrugged, "How should I know?"
"So it's just a coincidence that your here? How dumb do you think I am?"
"Now, do you want me to answer that truthfully, sarcastically or do you want me down right lie? All options end badly", I smirked at him as I gripped my swords tighter, my knuckles turning white.
Neville frowned even more. If you didn't know him well, that glare would frighten you. But after seeing that ugly mug almost every day, you eventually get used to it. Though, he was still very intimating and smart. "Put down your weapons, Sullivan", he ordered using my last name like he had the right to command me what to do. I wasn't his soldier anymore.
I clenched my jaw together knowing I had to oblige. I didn't have a death wish. Neville's wasn't bluffing about chopping my limbs off. I had six guns pointed at my head right now. I slowly bent my knees and put my hands forward as I placed both swords on the ground in front of me. I then slid my khaki duffel off my shoulder that held everything that I posses inside, and threw that down as well. I stood back up with both my hands in the air.
Neville raised his eyebrow telling me, 'you're not quite finished'
I rolled my eyes, 'fine'. I slowly put my hand behind my back and the soldiers stood straight, their eyes widening as they gripped their guns alert.
"Relax boys, I'm not going to shoot your balls off just yet", I smirked as I pulled the silver .45 gun out from the back of my waistband. I lifted the gun out slowly and laid that on the ground as well.
"Good, girl", Neville smirked as he took a step closer and kicked my weapons and bag back to his men so they can pick them up. "Hands...", he ordered as he stood in front of me.
I groaned and put my hands forward, my hands in angry tight fists.
Neville put his gun in its brown leather holder that was attached to his belt, and then he handcuffed my hands together being as rough as he possibly could. He tightened the handcuffs as tight as he could, the metal already starting to pierce into my skin.
I wanted to punch that smirk right off his face. "Get this over with Neville, I know you're enjoying this way too much you sick..."
I felt a hard blow to my jaw as Neville's knuckles collided with it, cutting me mid-sentence. My head swung to the side and I fell to the muddy ground from the unexpected force. I groaned angrily that he got me to fall pathetically to the ground. I banged my shackled hands angrily into the muddy floor, frustrated. "Do you feel better now Neville... punching a girl?", I asked in a rugged breath, glaring at him as I spat out a bit of blood that formed in my mouth from the cut his punch caused.
"Yes", he smiled evilly again, "I've wanted to knock that smart mouth right out of you for a while", he growled, glaring down at me.
I wanted to respond with colourful profanity but before I could say anything he bent down and roughly gripped my left forearm, pulling me up to my feet. "Watch it!", I spat angrily.
His grip on me was tighter than necessary and it was definitely going to leave a bruise. Knowing how I was, he kept his hold on me as he pulled me with him to a wagon that wasn't too far away. The old and battered wooden wagon was parked beside a running stream and had two horses strapped at the front. There were five other horses without riders and two Militia men guarding a boy who was handcuffed and slouched inside the back of the wagon that held boxes of provisions and packed tents.
I eyed him curiously as Neville lifted me up from my forearm and threw me into the wagon roughly, landing me beside the boy.
"Let's head out. I want to be done babysitting by tomorrow", Neville growled, waving his arm around as he commanded his men to mount their horses and the wagon so they can begin to depart.
"Douche", I mumbled, intending for him to hear me but he didn't.
The men quickly got on their horses and Neville boarded n the wagon as the carriage started to move already.
Crap! I was in so much trouble. I cannot get to Philadelphia. I have no idea what General Monroe would do with me when he sees me.
I looked over at the boy sitting across from me in the wagon as we enjoyed the bumpy ride back to Philly. And by enjoyed, I mean hated. The boy was slouched to the side, his messy straight blonde hair covering his face. He needed a haircut. He was wearing old tattered pants and boots and a white dirty long sleeve shirt that had smudges of dry blood on it.
I cocked my head to the side trying to get a good look at his face, "Danny Matheson?", I questioned in a whisper so Neville wouldn't hear. I was wishing it was him even though I wasn't really in the position for a rescue.
His head shot up and I got a glance of his innocent light blue eyes. He looked younger than I thought. He was very pale and had fresh bruises on his jaw, cheeks and had a cut eyebrow that had dried blood smudged around it.
"Are you hurt?", I asked, my eyes roaming around his face and body trying to see if he had any major injuries.
"Mmm, fine", he mumbled, his voice croaky probably from the lack of water. "Who are you?", he asked curious as ever because a girl he's never met knew his name.
I chuckled and shook my head, "I was with the party of people who were rescuing you..."
"People?...", he questioned confused, having no idea who I was referring to.
I put my head up to see that no one was paying attention to us and I looked back down at him. "Yeah, your sister, your Uncle Miles, a girl named Maggie and someone named Aaron", I answered in a quick whisper.
"Charlie!", he perked up responding a bit too loudly.
"Shhh!", I retorted, looking up but still no one heard. "Keep it down"
He cringed as an apology and then his eyes widened in fear, "Is she okay?"
I nodded answering his question, "You should get some sleep. I'm going to get us out of here tonight, before we reach Philly. We cannot get to Monroe", I emphasis the 'cannot' as I carefully pulled out the bobby pin from my hair, making sure no one was watching me. I twirled it around my cuffed hands and inserted it into my boot so I could use later tonight.
I looked over at Danny who was eying me suspiciously and I just smiled up at him, giving him reassurance even though I was afraid of what Neville would do if we are caught escaping. But I needed to get us out of here before we get to Monroe. I would most likely be dead or tortured for information and Danny... I have no idea what they want with him. But it's never good being a prisoner for General Sebastian Monroe, ever.
The night fell and so did the heat. Neville ordered his men to stop and set up camp as Danny and I were thrown on the floor and tied back to back to a large tree. I couldn't see him and he couldn't see me.
"You okay?", I whispered when all the soldiers were finally asleep in their warm tents, leaving us in the cold without even a fire.
"Mmm", Danny mumbled back, it sounded like he was falling asleep.
I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me as I reached out my handcuffed hands and pulled out the bobby pin that I stored in my boot before. I quickly stretched out the pin, making it into a straight line and inserted it into the lock of my handcuffs. My face scrunched in concentration as I wiggled it around until I finally heard a click. I smiled in accomplishment as I quickly unbuckled the cuffs, trying to be as quiet as possible as placed them gently to the side.
"I'm gonna get us out of here...", I mumbled as I reached into my boot and removed the mini pocket knife I always stored in there. Yes, my black combat boots can store all sorts of items. And in the left boot is where I keep my shampoo and conditioner! Oh, I wished that was true. I haven't had the luxury of washing myself with anything other than an old rotten soap bar in years, and that's if I get lucky. I flicked the blade open and began cutting at the rope around my waist.
"And how are you gonna do that?", Danny asked skeptical.
I smirked as I finished cutting through the ropes that tied both out waists to the tree and pulled it off.
"What the?", Danny muttered a little too loudly as he looked down at the rope being loosened then removed from his waist. He moved over to face me with look of shock on his face.
"Shh...", I narrowed my eyes at him as I cut through the rope that were around my ankles. When I was done I jumped up happily, stopping in front of Danny. "See...", I smirked.
Danny let his jaw hang open astonished. "Okay...", he huffed with a small smile, "I underestimated you"
I nodded and kneeled down to cut away at his binds and remove the handcuffs. When he was free, I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Okay, keep quiet and follow me...", I said, my finger to my lips as I began to slowly make my way towards the wagon next to Neville's tent. I quickly leaned over and grabbed my duffle and was about to reach for my gun and swords when a figure came out from the side of the wagon.
"No, please... stay", Neville grinned angrily as he lunged forward towards me.
I collapsed to the ground, surprised and elbowed him in the jaw. "Danny, run!", I yelled but he stood there unsure of what to do. Before I could tell him to just leave me, two Militia soldiers came from behind and grabbed him, forcing his face into the dirt as they roughly handcuffed him again.
"I'm sick of your games, Sullivan", Neville hissed as he pulled my arms down to my side and dug his knee into them, forcing me not to move. He grabbed something from the side and before I could react I felt a hard blow to my head and then everything went black.
Writer's Note:
Hey guys!
This is the first time I do a Revolution fic so please let me know what you like and/or don't like so far. Criticism is always welcome.
Rose x.
