Recovery
By: Bem3373
Uncas/Alice based story. Starts from Alice being led away from the camp by Magua. Very different from the movie! This will be more hurt/comfort oriented, but there will be some action, and some good old romance as well. :) Also, this first chapter will be rather short since I'd like to get a feel for how you guys will react to it, so please comment and I'll continue! Enjoy and please comment!
PS: The lines will usually represent a different viewpoint!
Alice rubs her recently freed wrists as she's led away from the camp, left to wonder if her sister will burn at the stake.
Magua and his men lead her, but Alice doesn't know where. Confused and overwhelmed by emotions, Alice allows the savages to drag her by her arm down the cliff.
She can vaguely hear screams, but it's difficult to tell if they sound feminine, like her sister. A few stray tears fall down her face at the thought of the painful death. Alice can't imagine that Cora's Nathaniel would allow such a thing. A soft smile lands on her lips as Alice imagines the daring and heroic rescue that he would no doubt accomplish, thus saving the day.
This thought leads to Alice wondering if anyone will come for her. Cora, if alive, would of course fight to save her, but Alice isn't sure if Nathaniel or Chingachgook would allow this, seeing as how dangerous it would be.
But then there's Uncas. She had shared so little time with him, yet she can still feel him staring at her across the waterfall, holding her when she got too close to the edge. She had never been held like that, and it confused her. He is, after all, a savage, and she is British.
In fact, in Britain, she was considered to be an excellent character of lady-like behavior and propriety, since she shared none of the masculine urges that Cora always seemed to have. She wonders if Uncas feels the same pull on his heart that Alice feels when she looks at him. She wonders if he would even bother to find her.
Lost in her thoughts, Alice does not fight when the threatening man pulling her ties her wrists together with twine and picks up his pace to an almost run for her.
About a half a mile away, Uncas trails the men.
He silently follows the group, leaving no trail in case he is in turn being followed. Uncas sprints up the cliff, and always keeps the party within his eyesight. He worries about her treatment, especially when she reaches Magua's camp.
Uncas can't help but relive all of the moments that they shared, and wonders if she too often thinks about their time. Their subtle romance, and maybe even love still lays heavily on Uncas, and he runs faster at the thought of Alice.
Pulling on trees, and sliding on rocks, Uncas moves like the wind is carrying him, and is able to notice the flaws in the fast-paced group. Planning his attack, Uncas doesn't notice how the rock on the cliff has gotten loose, and his foot lands on such a rock. Sliding down, Uncas being a long fall down the cliff, until everything goes dark.
Alice screams as she sees a body topple down the cliff.
She doesn't know what caused her to look to that area at that time, but she knows in her heart who it is. The moving party stops and spins around to view their surroundings, trying to identify what caused her outburst.
It's Magua who first notices the body on the ground. Speaking in quick French, he says "Regardez! Votre garcon stupide! Nous partons maintenant!" (Look! Your stupid boy! We leave now!= I'm in French class at school so it's not perfect. If you can correct me please do so that I can change it in the story!) Alice is unsure of the meaning, but she can understand the message.
The tribe leaves in a sprint, will Alice being dragged to keep up. No one notices the many tears falling from her eyes, blinding her during her run.
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Four days pass.
Four days of being forced to run for hours, with barely any water or food. When she is at a point of collapsing, day ends, and the group throws her down onto the hard ground, tying her bloodied wrists to a tree.
If she's lucky, a savage might share some water with her, but it doesn't happen often.
Alice sleeps dreamless nights, and wakes up tired each morning. On the end of the forth day, the party approaches a group of wigwams, but only a few people since it is night.
No one looks into her eyes, but instead all touch her hair or clothes in wonder, like an object. Alice is thankful for this detachment, as it allows her to fall into her thoughts some more, as her thoughts are her only escape from hell.
After speaking to some people, Magua grips her arm and leads her to a wigwam, throws her inside, and follows. Looking around, the house-like structure is bare except for a few animal hides, fashioned into a bed.
Magua settles onto the bed quite comfortably, and looks at Alice, expecting her to join him. "NO." She says, knowing that the word is French as well as English. He grows irritated, but calms his features and pats the space next to him, hoping to be more inviting. Again, Alice declares "NO."
This sparks Magua's fury, and a back-handed slap to her face. Her mouth tastes of blood, and he tightens the bonds around her horribly bruised and bloody wrists, and he ties them to an unseen black cauldron in the back of the room. It's obviously European, which confuses Alice. Finding that she cannot move as the cauldron is so heavy that it can only be dragged, she lays down beside it, distancing herself away from the man, and attempts to fall asleep.
Sleep never comes.
DUHDUHDUHHHH Is Uncas dead? Will he return and rescue Alice? What does Magua want with Alice? Will she escape? Please review for me to continue the story!