A/N: In less it states other wise the chapters will be in Charlie's point of view. Thanks for reading! (:
Tears and dust stained my face as I walked back into the camp. I kept to myself knowing I wasn't going to be able to talk, not in this frame of mind. Aaron was just trying to help, but I pushed him away and ran. I ran as hard and as fast my legs would let me.
Running helped ease the pain slightly, but their voices, his voice kept repeating in my head. Miles was found today, but the pain was still there, the ache that I almost lost him. Everyone I love or loved leaves. I decided I wasn't going to allow myself no more pain if necessary. The truth was we weren't going to make it out of this war and a small part of me was okay with that. I deserved death.
I've killed people I love, killed other's sons and daughters, brothers and sisters. I knew after this life where I was headed and I made my peace with that. Neville just helped me see the truth in that.
Coming to a halt I saw a few patriots up a head and almost laughed. Was it fate? I mean I wouldn't go down without fighting, but the scene of the five men up head confirmed my suspicions. I snuck behind a tree and started to count my bullets before placing them into the gun chamber of my barrette. It was once Monroe's, but I stole it from him after loving the way it shot.
It was light, but packed a good enough punch. Using the dark as my cover I moved closer to the men slowly, hoping I can use them not knowing I'm here to my advantage. Inching forward a little bit more I could see they were stopping for the night and setting up camp. Wonder where they were headed?
One guy went to gather wood on the side of the clearing; the tall lanky one grabbed a pot off their wagon and opened up a bag of something to pour into it. The other three shifted their feet here and there before grabbing their sleeping bags, marking were they were going to lay their head down for the night.
I could hear the one cooking giving orders to two of the men, one was tall, I'm guess around the 6' something range with a gut to bat with his height. I deiced I was going to name him bear. Why the hell not?
Bear and his partner, who had short hair with large looking eyes started to laugh, but nodded their head at the cook. Both men, Bear and Owl took off after the man who went looking for timber. All that was left was the man walking the area around the camp and the cook.
Divide and conquer.
I wanted to keep quite, try to get each of the other three after killing the men here at their camp. Taking a deep breath I picked up a rock and threw it as far left as I could hoping the man stomping around like a moron would go looking at what made the sound.
Not being able to help my lips curling into a smirk I charged for the cook silently, taking my knife out from my boot. Gripping his head tightly with my hand over his mouth I dragged the dagger across his neck and watched as his blood spluttered out. I picked up his feet after letting his head go and drug him towards the forest where I was covered in the shadows.
Making sure he was hidden I walked back to the camp, eyeing every little noise and settled into one of the sleeping bags. I pulled the covers up over my head, placed my knife back in my boot and unstitched my sword.
Holding my sword close to my side I waited for the moron to come back. I didn't have to wait long before he came back nosing around.
"Jack?" He called. I spied threw the sleeping bag a little and saw him looking around, scratching his head and then land on my form. "Are you serious man?" Moron half asked, half hollered.
As his feet marched towards me I took a deep breath and counted to three. On the last number he yanked back the top of the sleeping bag and my sword pierced his heart. He held the sword well his eyes locked onto mine, surprised to fine me in the make shift bed instead of his buddy.
"Sam!" Of his friends screamed as I watched him fall to the ground. Looking towards where the yelling was coming from I could see two of the three left over men heading towards me.
"Shit." I stood quickly and pulled my sword from the now dead man and headed into the woods, looking for cover once again. Just before I could hit the trees though I felt someone yank my hair from behind and start to drag me back towards the camp.
I ignored the pain, held onto my capture's arm and thrust my sword behind me and up, making my sword enter his stomach. The now gushing wound made him let go of my hair.
"Fucking bitch." His words ran off as I pulled my sword from his stomach and slide it against his throat, cutting anything he had left to say off. The man's buddy, Bear, realizing I killed not one, but three of his friends rushed towards me.
He was fast as he knocked my sword from my hand and started to hurl punches at me. After taking a couple good hits I blocked a few with my arms and jumped back, trying to get my bearings. I didn't expect him to fight so well.
I lifted my arms, remembering the way Monroe and Miles taught me and smirked at Bear. "That all you got?" I mouth off, hoping it will anger him, make his movements sloppy.
"I aint even gettin started baby." Was his great reply, he ended it with a few jabs to my ribs knocking the wind out of me. Straightening back up, I shook off the pain and threw a couple hooks, breaking the skin above his eyebrow before bringing my leg up and placing a roundhouse kick to his chest.
The movement made Bear fall on his ass. He hissed at me before standing back up and pulled out a knife. I chuckled at him as I pulled out my own; we danced around each other waiting for one to jump. "What's wrong with you? Why just attack us?"
"Why kill 100's of innocent people?"
"They weren't innocent."
I cocked my head to the side for a second, before curling my lips and nodding at him. "And neither are you." I chipped. He must have had enough because he rushed forward again and went to slash me, but I caught him with my arm. The back of it now bleed like a river, but I again ignored it and trudge on. I went forward a little to the right, before dodging to the left fast as possible, blocking his right arm, jabbing my knife under his breast plate and yanking it up, stabbing his heart. He fell to the ground, his eyes turning cold as I felt something sharp piece my back.
Turning quickly I found the last man behind me with his own knife in my side. I grunted slightly, took a deep breath to get through the pain and went to pull my gun out of my boot, but he saw that coming and took it.
"Now now, what do we have here?" His asked in a singsong voice. He looked around the camp before looking back at me. "And Jack?" I shrugged my shoulders at his question.
"Well little warrior what should I do with you?" The man's voice was almost tremulous, he was filled with excitement and for the first time in a long time I was scared. I stood there bleeding, bruised and scared; maybe I understood fate after all.
"If you're going to kill me, just do it already!" I snapped.
"No, no." He tsked. "Were going to have some fun first." The knife was still in my side, so I went to pull it out and charge at him, but now due to the amount of blood lost, I was weak. He had the upper hand.
"Now be nice little warrior or I'm going to have to hurt you." The man pulled me towards one of the logs in the camp and ordered me to sit. My reply was to spit in his face.
Apparently he didn't find it as amusing as I did because his handprint left a sting in my cheek. I chuckled at him, daring him to do it again. Placing my hand on my stomach to control the bleeding as much as possible I started to mouth off. "Now, now we wouldn't that now would we ya sick son of a bitch?!" I chimed towards him, but could still feel the anger behind my sweet voice. His eyes lit with fire as he stormed over to me once again.
"My name is Andrew. You will call me Sir."
"Good luck asshole." I stated feeling slightly dizzy. He backhanded me again before then rubbing softly where he hit me. "Kill me." I begged as the stars started to be replaced with darkness.
"Shhh, I've got you." He cued as I fell into the darkness unwillingly.