I was on a road. I don't know how I got here, where I was or where I was going- just not there. I couldn't be there.

It was stupid to leave by myself without telling anyone, but Miles and Bass ran off after they shot the patriot, assuming me, Connor and Jason would follow. I guess only one will come back.

I've left before, and they let me be. I just need to be alone. I am alone. Everyone leaves me and now I'm killing off the few people I have left. I just started to trust Jason; though he betrayed me in the past he came back. Very few people in my life who I love have come back for me, some more often than others. I loved him. Through it all he was my first love and I will always love him, though not in the way he wished. I let my mind take me away; put myself through the seven hells for killing Jason. He wasn't himself- he couldn't help it. Yet I put a bullet in him all the same.

******"Where the hell is Charlie?" Miles was pacing, running shaking hand through his hair. I was sitting in a chair, hunched over with my elbows on my knees.

"She's a tough kid, she'll be here soon." I was trying to keep Miles calm but when he gets like this there's nothing I can do.

"Do you think Jason turned on us and hurt her?" Miles stopped and turned to me with wide eyes, the reality of the situation sinking in.

"Miles, he loves her, it's obvious in the way he looks at her. Why would he hurt her?" I was annoyed, it bothered me that he always had a puppy dog face around Charlie.

"But he had the number thing in his eye! How the hell do we know if someone said it or not!" This brought me to attention and I stood up, drawing my swords in a swift motion.

"Then we better go now," I walked out the door, Miles and a silent Connor trailing behind. Wonder why he wasn't so worried about Charlie. Especially since he screwed her.

*********I heard a noise and stopped; what do I care? Everyone around me dies, whether I do it or a problem I'm in causes it. Maybe if I'm dead everyone I love who is still alive will be safe from me and my troubles.

I hear the click of a gun being loaded behind me, and I feel no sadness. No- I am welcoming the bullet that will take me to my death. There is nothing left for me here. "What happened to my son?!" Even better, my death will be carried out by Tom Neville, the father of the man I killed.

*********"Where would Jason have taken her?" Connor spoke for the first time, surprisingly calm.

"Well if we knew Charlie would be here." I was getting annoyed. Sometimes Connor was really stupid- why would Charlie ever sleep with him? And a Monroe of all people… but when I asked her she just said she was gonna be sick. So my theory went out the door.

"Sorry, but maybe anybody had an idea of where to start so we're not running around like chickens with their heads cut off!" Connor asked with gesturing arms to the huge crowd of people in the city square.

"Why aren't you more worried about the girl you screwed?" I watched him with an intensity that made his arms drop and eyes look down.

Miles coughed and I turned, "What?" he had drawn his sword and walked toward us.

"Look Miles," I sheathed my weapon and put my hands up, "You can either kill him because he did it, kill me because I was supposed to be watching them, or both of us for those reasons or any of the many reasons you have. But then you'll be looking for Charlie by yourself. At least wait until we find her and she's safe."

Miles looked between Connor and me before groaning and putting his sword down, "this is not the end of this conversation."

I smiled and patted him on the back, "now let's go find Charlie."

*******"Tom." I spoke with my back to him.

"Look at me!" he was screaming and I could hear him holding back tears, even from this distance.

I stood my ground. I wanted to look at him, to watch him and let him know how sorry I was before he killed me. But I couldn't.

"Look at me or I'll shoot you!" I heard him walking toward me but I didn't turn. I couldn't. I am already dead inside.

He kept walking, then I heard a shot and there was a pain in my left leg. I dropped to one knee and looked up as Neville stood over me. I kept my face neutral; my leg went numb and I looked my soon to be killer in the eye. "I killed him."

I saw the rage on his face, and then nothing.

*********"Search the area around the square, in the buildings and allies, if you find something, call out." Miles gave out the instructions to Connor. Miles and I have always had this sort of understanding of one another. I don't need orders to know what he wants me to do.

I search through 8 buildings and find nothing. Not even a trace that they had been there. I was starting to worry, when I found a trail of blood. "No, no, no, no, no." I followed it, quickening my pace until I barged through a door and found Jason dead, and Charlie nowhere to be found. "Oh, shit."

*****************Let me know what you think! Sorry I haven't written for my other story in a while, but I just really really really wanted to write this! I'll try to upload as quickly as possible! :D