Author's notes:
I don't own the right to Masked Rider…
Mykan DeX is not me, nor is he based on me at all. It's all fictional.
Finally: Don't feel offended by the murder and mayhem in this story, I mean no offences by it, and after all it is only a dream fic in a cartoon. In the real world, this stuff never actually happened. I'm just portraying one of Sarah's worst fears in an Alternate Universe
CHAPTER ONE
Sarah sat in her room at the Pennsylvania Gazette with a sour stare on her face as she wrote her latest letter to her mother in England.
"Dearest Mother…"
"As I write this letter, I am feeling rather upset mainly due tot the fact of how all friends and the town's-people who have read about Thomas Paine's "Common sense" have greatly upset me.
Everywhere I look now, I can overhear someone bad-mouthing about his majesty, King-George III, and some are now acting like Henri, wishing they could have just ten minutes alone with the King so they could rough him up…"
Flashback…
"How could our problems get any worse?" James asked. "Or parliament is being trampled by another parliament half a world away."
Little Henri socked his fist with his other hand. "I wish someone would give me just ten minutes alone with zat King George!"
Sarah was outraged, "That's no way to talk about his majesty. He's our King!"
"'E's not my King. I'm French!" replied Henri.
Cut-scene…
As Sarah had gone out for her stroll to interview people about common-sense, she found more and more people cutting their loyalties to the king, and some little children were behaving far worse…
Drawing pictures of the king in the street and throwing rocks at it. Some even huge their own drawings of King George on wooden-planks and throwing sticks at it!
When she got back to the gazette, she was horrified to hear that her friends weren't as concerned as she was about the whole idea of bad-mouthing the King. Dr. Franklin however did show his concern for Sarah's trouble. "But the people are free to believe in as they wish. It's what separates the captives from slavery."
End of Flashback…
"Oh, mother… sometimes I just don't understand what people are fighting for, or rather what it is they fight about. I just pray to God for all our sakes that this will not throw things even more out of hand than ever."
"Your loving daughter; Sarah!"
As she finished her letter, she overheard people through her window talking more and more about Common Sense, and how they saw King George as a monster. "One that should be put away by my judgment..."
"I agree… lock him up and throw away the keys."
Angrily, Sarah pulled the curtains closed, and sulked as she sat down on her bed. "I can't believe all these people." she thought to herself. "Where on Earth do they get all these sporting funs about his majesty?"
As she leaned back to lie down on her bed, her head crashed into the headboard-wood. "Ow… ohh…" and she knocked herself into a deep, deep, sleep. Her head began to feel funny as the whole room began to spin faster, and faster!
…
1775…
His majesty the King was still outraged by the actions of the Americans during the Boston tea-party in two years ago. He was now more determined than ever to exact revenge on this treason.
One of his royal-messengers had reported. "Your Majesty… I am pleased to inform you that our recent shipment of mail confirms that our troops have gathered in America and are already setting up battle plans should anymore of the rebels should decide to show treason."
King George nodded, "Thank you…" he said. "I still do not understand how it has come to this, over a simple demand of taxes and tea… Still, the traitors to the crown must pay."
"Speaking of traitors… how goes with our search for the most wanted traitors?"
The messenger regretted to say that the search had still found nothing. "They are still nowhere to be found my lord. Your Majesty is well aware of how they loathe and despise you."
The King nodded, "I am indeed well aware of this… and as such, once they are found they are to be captured and brought before me for royal beheading. I will tolerate traitors from no one… not even those of our own British kind."
Meanwhile…
The red-coats were out of control…
Bursting into peoples homes demanding shelter and service. Some even forced families into the streets, no questions asked, and word had it that soon the English Navy would be arriving to kidnap Americans and force them to join.
Little did the British realize that they were all being watched…!
Strangers dressed in brown monks' clothing, and hoods pulled over their heads hiding their faces in darkness were observing them from high places, and from their spies they had sent.
These strangers were taking down notes that they had shipped out with other members of their band, to sea. "I sincerely hope our leader has received word." One of the monks muttered in a British accent.