Summery: A short piece from the POV of Gabriel. Gabriel arrives to find the town is gone due to the mass murder massacre (Ooh, lotta M's!), and that Anne is dead. Before he goes on his revenge trip, he reflects on the deaths of his friends and family members, but above all, his beloved beautiful Anne.
Setting: Sometime shortly after the death of Anne and before Gabriel Goes on his revenge spree and gets oft himself.
Rating: PG
Language: A little bit.
Sex: Now be serious….
Disclaimer: I don't... oh forget it! You folks should know quite well that I don't own 'The Patriot' or anything associated with it. I wish I did though. It's my favorite movie!
Beautiful Anne
Anne Patricia Howard Martin and I loved her. My beautiful Anne is gone. I was her husband only a few days. A few days too short. Our marriage wasn't very long…. No, not very long at all. She was murdered so brutally by Tavington. He killed Thomas, he killed all those patriots in my own front yard, and he's no doubt aiming to take my life as well. But why did he have to take my precious Anne away from me? Why couldn't he have just let her live? What had she ever done to him? Was it because she lived in a town that helped the Militia that made her deserving of death in his eyes? Was her life taken away from her because she was a patriot? Or did Tavington kill her because she was my wife? Did I put up a red flag for her death when I fell in love with her? Did I draw her end near when I asked her to marry me? Did I sign her death warrant when I said 'I do'? Is it my fault she's dead? Probably. It's my fault Thomas is dead, and it's probably my fault that she's dead. People seem to die around me. People I love and care about, mostly. Why, Lord? Why? Why did you have to recall her to heaven? I know this sounds selfish, but why couldn't you have left her here on Earth with me?
My Dearest Anne, I'm so, so sorry. You were my Northern Star, my Polaris, and my guide. In some way, you still are. In some way, you will always be. You were unwavering in your love. Beautiful Anne. It's hard to live, knowing you're gone. The only thing I can think of now as I prepare to make your grave now is how I loved you, how I still love you, and how I'll miss you. I also think of how I hate Tavington for taking you from me. I'll seek my revenge, our revenge on him, Anne. I'll not let him get away with taking you life. I won't let your death be in vain or your life go with out being avenged. I miss you, and I love you eternally. I can never love anyone else. Beautiful Anne.