Chapter 2.): Hideaways!
Author's Notes: Italicized reflects journal entry, whereas quoted italicized reflects thoughts.
Willow, Kennedy's girlfriend, had helped her to follow through on something her father had told her would be a good idea- taking up writing a journal of what was happening to her, so, a few nights after the 'closing of the Hellmouth battle', Kennedy penned this statement:
Hi there, Dear Journal, It's me, Kennedy. The battle went surprisingly well, considering as we practically jumped into a trap!
It turns out- the Evil One was willing to sacrifice all of 'his' troops to save 'his' own hide, when it came down to it! Oh, I doubt we could have done it without help from something many people call 'the beyond'… that tyrant was likely to implement a WMD (weapon of mass-destruction) of some sort, but just luckily, we got our WMD into place and set up before he did! Way to go Spike! He's the fellow who set off the weapon- of course it cost him his life, but that's sometimes how things go. The only thing I can say is that this reminds me of an event called "the battle of Gilford Courthouse" in which British General Charles Lord Cornwallis (an Earl, I think of Cornwall, England) directed his artillery to bombard an infantry melee- killing as many of his own forces as it did 'rebels' (Wig Military forces- Patriots, or American Forces, take your pick), course he did it to prevent his own command from a rout, or so my dad told me.
Funny thing; first time I can even think of him without breaking out in tears- his murder hurt me so much! Kennedy wrote, then thought "NO! I won't cry now about that!" she still doubted that she could recall her dad without wanting to cry about his death- she loved him so much!
As it was late fall, and close to nighttime, Mrs. Prescott-O'Hara and her two daughters were trying to make a shelter, Kennedy insisted that they not make a fire, as they didn't know if these beings knew that they survived the house fire.
Dusk was falling quickly on Long Island, and as it was either winter, or pretty close to it, the night would be very chilly. Abigail knew this, and Nina was already looking like she was turning blue. She and Kennedy were pretty concerned about that young lady- her health.
As our mom and I set about building the shelter, first getting the tarp for a tent out of the storage hole my daddy and I had hidden it in before his demise, then placing it over a tree branch, and finally fastening it to the ground on the opposite side. Mom and I also covered it with some snow, to help to disguise our hideout from these monsters who had killed Dad. I smiled grimly, very upset but unwilling to show it- Nina, meanwhile, could hardly hold back her tears, but I understood, she hurt, all thanks to that evil spirit who'd killed Dad. We were all upset.
Since Mom is more robust than I am- due to age, she can handle the temperature changes better than either me or Nina, so she told me to cuddle Nina to share body-heat. This was scary for me- as I am attracted to girls, and Nina, my little sister, is a girl! I did NOT want to commit incest with her- oh, I love her and would die for her if it came to that, but I Don't want to and Won't have sex with my little Sister! Lucky me, for as I laid down to try to save Nina's life from the cold, it looked as if she was freezing to death, her lips were blue already, and that scared me- I started hugging her. I'm bigger than she is, so my body temperature in my core changes less severely- but I'm the one who started crying about what was happening!
I remember Nina saying to our mom "Mom, Kennedy's crying.", but it wasn't as if she was trying to insult me, it was, in fact, as if she's calling out for help for me. The temperature outside our shelter was about 20 degrees Fahrenheit, so it was COLD, and inside the snow-shelter we had constructed "By the way, thanks Dad- for letting me join girl-scouts!" I thought, happily. It was during that night that the average sibling relationship between myself and Nina got juxtaposed- she dried my tears, when usually it's the other way around! The elder child dries the younger one's tears, usually, that is! I was not crying over the death of our father, I was sobbing over my fear of taking advantage of my sister! That scared me… massively. Kennedy wrote in her journal- it was then that Willow read what she was writing, and usually that makes me mad, but hey, you know how it is when you love someone so darn much that they're the center of your whole world? Well, that's how it is between us, or so I think. I could hear the snow hitting the blanket that served as our roof in this makeshift house, and pretty-much throughout the night while Nina and I held each-other- trying to save one-another's life, I cried and she dried my tears. I suddenly felt a strong urge to kiss her growing from my heart, and that freaked me out! I remember yelling in my head "She's my sister! You don't do that to your sister!"- almost in a panic over my desire to make-out with my little sister.
Mainly she dried my tears with her thumbs, and this sisterly love felt GREAT, I really loved this sensation of platonic love between us! That night was a terror for me: first the murder of my daddy, then the desire to make love to my sister, and the attempted murder of the rest of our family too!
We hid for the rest of the night, me and Nina sharing body-heat to keep her alive. We were both clothed, and for that I am immeasurably thankful, for the situation was scary enough! Nina has such beautiful brown hair, and her small frame is best described as "petite", I think she's gorgeous- and hope she is still as pretty as ever she was! I want you to know that I still love her intensely, and it hurts me that we're forced to be separate- thanks to that psychopathic spirit whom, it seems, we bested just a few days ago! I really wish you could have been there; not that I'd trade my soul for that (you taught me better than that!), but I think you'd be proud of my friends and myself. Kennedy was lost in her thoughts now, she was wrapped up in her past while she wrote in her journal.
While Nina and I were forced to snuggle to save her from freezing to death (she had started to turn blue), I had to make a deal with Mom to keep us safe: she wanted to build a campfire to keep Nina safe, but I pointed out that any fire would attract the Bringers (those monsters who killed my dad) to our whereabouts if they were keeping lookout after the hit on our house. In return, I had to save Nina's life. Mom kept watch near the road for the rest of the night, as we held eachother to save each-other's life. I remember thinking "Nina has such pretty eyes." then "Shut up, Kennedy! She's your kid sister!" I had to tell myself. I remember rebuking my flesh's intents very strongly that night.
Early the next morning, our snow-shelter (which was situated by the side of the road) had someone pass by it, my girlfriend of the time- Amber! This blonde gal looks somewhat like Buffy does, but she was younger, and somewhat more petite too- pretty. We set out to head into town, to try to get help, and on the way we found her! I remember yelling "Amber McHenry! Hey!" and started waving with my arms frantically to get her attention. I know you didn't approve of my relationship, but if you only knew how much we cared for eachother, you'd likely understand, if not approve. (Which I doubt.)
I still remember that Nina had quite the feisty personality, but she was tender, too.
Nina and I had an ongoing argument about my attraction to Amber, but we were so happy to see someone who could help us get help and get to a warm place that it didn't matter, or so it seemed. I could tell that Mom didn't approve, however, but she decided to keep her suspicions back, thanks to her desire to see her girls survive this situation.
It seemed that no sooner had we started walking down the road when we were ambushed by a small group of bringers. In reality it had been a small ways down the road. Amber had insisted on going back towards our home, to see what was left, but on the way we were ambushed, the way back, that is! We had made it back to the house- our burned out house, of which all that was left was a charred skeleton, and that hurt! Honestly, it hurt a lot! My daddy died in that house! I wanted to cry at the memory of what had happened that horrible night.
This also brought a source of joy to me; for at the ambush, I had to fight off an attacker to save Amber from being killed by that monster! He didn't have the knife they usually use, but he had her by the throat from behind- and well Dad, nobody holds my friends by the throat and gets away with that!
I pretended to go along with his demands to surrender, but in reality I was preparing to attack him ASAP, I held out my hands to say "Ok, you've won, what are your terms?" but in reality I was just 'buttering him up' before an attack to kill this villain. The fight didn't last long, I maneuvered him around and with a spin of my hands: broke the villain's neck for threatening my loved ones!
Willow read this, to find out what her friend was thinking, and to Kennedy's surprise, she said "Wow! Kennedy, your dad's really dear to you, isn't he? I am not surprised that you miss him so much."
My answer: "Yes, Willow, he was one of my closest friends." I said with a grim grin.
Author's Notes End Chapter: Please tell me what you think.
Quoted entries in journal depict actual thoughts in the journal, it's as if the italics are inverted, so "Text" means spoken text, whereas "Text" means this was what the character was thinking, however, in this chapter, it's inverted, because she's thinking about the past, and it's a flashback in writing, Kennedy's recalling her time on the run from the Bringers, so a lot of it's inverted- contradictory.