Wassup, my peeps? First of all, if you even clicked on this story...i love you. I'm sure this won't be historically accurate, or even that good, but thanks for the chance :D This is my first fanfic, and ANY advice, tips or hints are welcome. This is YOUR story guys, I'm just writin it, so if there's anything you REALLY wanna see, I try and fit it in. And, of course, reviews are always welcome, but I'm not going to be obsessive about it ;) Love ya!
It's was dark. That was all Felicity seemed to notice. Williamsburg, already two years into war, always seemed scarier after a scare-a-thon at Elizabeth's. Elizabeth and Felicity swapped dozens of ghost stories, some were a bit stupid, but the girls improved their skills after a while.
"She walked down the street, faster, FASTER, but the footsteps seemed to follow her!" Elizabeth whispered, sitting knee-to-knee with Felicity under the dining room table, "She turned around, tried to scream, AHHHHHHHHHH! But it was too late! He," Elizabeth leaned forward, almost pressing her face against Felicity's, "He, GOT HER!"
Felicity shrieked and fell backward. Elizabeth cackled, "You were SO SCARED! Ha!"
"I wasn't SCARED!" Felicity retorted, sticking her tongue out at her best friend. "You just wait! I'm going to tell you a story that'll scare you so much; I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't sleep for weeks!"
But just as she was about to start, Mrs. Cole walked into the dining room. " Felicity! Oh, there you are, it's nearly nine 'o' clock! Your mother must be getting worried!"
So Felicity was walking home, terrified out of her mind, praying to make it home in one piece. She heard footsteps behind her, and spun around.
"Ben?" she asked, squinting her eyes.
But of course not. Ben had been gone for two years! So who could it be? Felicity's house sunk in her chest, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
"No honey, but I can show you to him. Just follow me." A large man approached her. He had a hat pulled over his eyes, and an overcoat skimming past his knees. "Come on, dear. Don't be scared. I'm your friend."
Felicity looked at him, squinting her eyes. No, she didn't know him. She then realized he could be trying to hurt her, so she turned and ran. The man chased her down and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off the ground. Felicity screamed and kicked, eventually landing one well-placed kick in his stomach. The man grunted, and dropped her, sending Felicity sprinting off into the night.
Shouting curses, the man chased after her, grabbing her arm. Felicity tried to kick him, but he grabbed that leg too. The man shifted her body up onto his shoulder, and started to carry her down the street. Felicity wriggled around, and the man slapped her, shifting her so he way carrying her bridal style. His large arm reached around her head, clamping over her mouth.
"LET ME GO!" screamed Felicity, but her attempt was muffled by his hand.
"Shut it!" the man growled, raising his knee to kick Felicity in the back. "Or your family will never see you again. In one piece."
Felicity's eyes grew wide, as she realized how the man was threating her. She tilted her head slightly to the left, and saw another man approaching. At first she felt relief, felt that help was coming. But then the other mad clubbed her over the head, and she felt nothing.
…
Felicity groaned, and shifted in the padded seat. She immediately sat up. Seat? Where was she? She heard the familiar clip-clopping of horse's hooves, and the jostling of the carriage.
"Mornin' sleepin' beauty" the man said, flashing a sadistic smirk. "You got me thinkin' you were gonna sleep forever."
The man leaned in and Felicity gritted her teeth and flexed her abs, preparing for a punch. But none were delivered, the man merely chortled and leaned back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head.
Felicity turned to the window, saw the sun, and felt her stomach drop. It was morning, her parents were probably terrified out of their minds. She looked out the window, grazing past her swollen bump. Felicity winced, but did a double take. They were going to a shipyard! He could be taking anywhere! Maybe they thought she was a spy, and were taking her to England to be questioned! She wasn't a spy! A million questions plagued her mind, all ended when she was snatched out of her seat.
She saw men getting off a ship, carrying bayonets and covered in bandages. Felicity saw the soldiers, and instantly thought of her Ben, who knew where he was?
"Walk faster!" the man's sidekick commanded, thumping her on the head.
The stopped in the shadows of a large ship, with even more soldiers getting off, though not all of them alive. Felicity paused for one moment at the loading ramp. The men off in the shadows whispered orders for her to get on, but she wouldn't. Her eyes scanned the ship, looking for-no, it couldn't be! Felicity broke out in a huge smile, but right after, her kidnapped stepped out of the shadows, and slapped her. He picked her up, and started up the ramp.
"PUT HER DOWN!" shouted the one, the only, Ben.
The man snickered, shifting the fifteen-year-old redhead from one arm to the other. The unconscious fifteen year-old-redhead, who was bleeding profusely. Ben punched the man in the face, and in the two seconds he let go of Felicity, she was in Ben's arms.
The kidnapper steadied himself, backing away to flat ground, and pulled out a knife. Ben pulled out his pistol. "Don't you dare" Ben growled, stressing every word.
The kidnapper and his sidekick ran away to the carriage. Ben put his pistol away and kneeled down next to the beautiful redhead, who reminded him exactly of Felicity. She slowly came to, then shot up, settling for a moment to stop the spinning.
"Is it really you, Ben?" she asked.
"Aye. Wait, how do you know my name?" Ben asked, his eyebrows furrowing. "Unless, no it couldn't be…Felicity?"
"Aye, Ben! It's me!" Felicity sat up and smiled, throwing her arms around his neck.
"My Lord, Felicity, I never thought I would see you again!"
"Weren't you coming back to Williamsburg?"
"No, I was going to head farther up north, to Vermont"
"Well now you're not! You have to take me home, and as God as my witness, you are staying!"
Ben just smiled, and spun Felicity around. "You're right, Lissie, besides, you need you head bandaged. Ben took a clean sock out of his bag and pressed it lightly on her forehead, "There. It won't help much, but it's clean and will help with the bleeding."
Ben and Felicity ended up tagging along with one of Ben's war friends, for they were headed to Virginia too. Felicity retold her whole story, and told stories of how the war was affecting her family. She got so wrapped up in everything, she didn't even notice Ben was holding her hand.