Chapter Two: The Confederate Trap:
"Commander Chase likes to see you two privates," A Confederate soldier announces tto them.
"Uh ok," Wilson says trying to play along.
The Confederate soldier leads House and Wilson to a circle of Confederate soldiers.
The leader of the soldiers beckons House and Wilson over. The man they met has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is dressed as a Confederate Commander.
"What do you want with us?" House asks him.
"Well I thought I'd be the one getting the information from you Commander House. While you're at it, you might as well tell me why two unionists thought they could just spy on my Confederate camp." Commander Chase said.
"How?" House asked.
"Well first of all lets just say I heard a lot about your tactics and expected something that you thought seemed rather unpredictable at the moment. Tell me the truth. Did you really think I was going to announce my plans to a couple of union soldiers and let them get away unscratched? Lets just say you thought wrong this time Commander."
"So what do you plan on doing then British boy?" House asked.
Commander Chase smiled and had his soldiers take Wilson away. His soldiers came out with a family of slaves.
"I plan on letting you decide whose fate is damaged." Chase said.
Chase took out his pistol and showed House.
"I'm giving you a choice. You either let me hurt this poor little slave family or you let me hurt you."
House concidered for a moment and then asked, "What happens if I choose to hurt them?"
"Well then you go free and a family who has no idea who you are dies while the rest of the says how cruel Commander Gregory House was."
"What happens if I choose myself?"
"Well then that's for God to decide isn't it?"
House glared at Commander Chase for a moment and then looked to the slaves. It seemed to be an average family with a grandfather, a grandmother, a father, a mother, and one daughter. House knew when he saw them who he had to choose. "Well I guess I get to see what the afterlife is like."
The gun went of and then darkness came.
House awoke in a slave styled house or more like closet. The first thing he say was a slave woman standing over him.
"D***, this is probably worse than being dead." He said.
"Why do you says that?" The slave woman asked.
"I say that because I'm stuck God knows where being tended by people who don't even like me. What could be worse?" House replied.
"You saved us lives why should we hate you?" The slave women asked.
"Maybe because my own father would have slaughtered you all slowly, if he caught sight of you and because most of my race views you as a bunch of pack mules."
"Hmmm, I guess if that's the case then maybe I shouldn't bes helping you."
"Who are you anyways?" House asked.
The slave women was about to answer but was interrupted by a young black man.
"You shouldn't be tellng him your name mama. There ain't no reason for him to be knowing." The man said.
"Now son that ain't be a polite thing to bes saying to the man. You ought to apologize."
The slave women said.
"Whys do I need to bes apologizing to this white man here mama? He ain't deserving no apologizing." The man said.
"Well he saved us lives so we owe him whats we gots. Now I ain't having no son of mine talking like that so you bes apologizing."
"Fine Is apologize. Is that good mama?" The man said.
"Man I forgot how little you people know about proper English." House said.
The women smiled, while her son only glared.