Something to Live For

by freddieinwonderland

Penelope is an 18 year old outcast, living in the woods near Sleepy Hollow. One day, while hunting in the woods, she crossed the path of the Hessian. That meeting started a tumultuous relationship. Mature! Not meant for innocent eyes! Disclaimer: I do not own Sleepy Hollow in any way, shape, or form (though I wish I owned the Hessian) and will never make money off of this story.

2. Chapter 2

I rode Daredevil through the forest, ignoring the branches scraping at my armor and grabbing at my hair. The battle was over, my work done. Blood covered my uniform and my pale face. To any bystander, I was a figure of nightmares: The Devil incarnate. I liked the thought of that. Any person I rode by got a flash of my razor sharp teeth in a menacing grin. Nothing pleased me more than striking fear into the hearts of righteous cowards.

I had fought well today. I chopped off over 100 heads today without mercy, the gore only increasing my lust for battle.

You could say I had schadenfreude; I enjoy the pain of others... no, I love it

I did not want to go back to that camp full of men who call themselves soldiers, but I knew I had no choice. The Princes who employed me sent me to be with the other Hessian mercenaries. I had no choice but to fight beside those frilly Trottels (morons).

Suddenly, I heard a noise and slowed Daredevil to a walk. There was someone nearby. But who could be out in this part of the woods, so close to a german camp? I dismounted and silently crept closer to the sound of light footsteps.

What I saw shocked and amazed me: A young woman, younger than 20, crouched down in the brush with a rifle in her hand. She was wearing trousers and a shirt; molded perfectly to her curvaceous frame. Her brown hair was cut short.

What an odd, little thing.

I had never seen a woman in trousers before, and I have to say, I liked it quite a lot. She was a stunning creature; that much was plain.

Suddenly, a shot rang out and the girl dropped to the forest floor, gripping her gun in her tiny hands.

Her target; a rather well-fed deer, went rigid and fell, the bullet piercing its side.

A few of my pathetic comrades appeared to the left of us, talking and laughing like the idiots they were. I growled silently, angry at them for taking this beauty's meal.

The other Hessians carried off the deer, leaving me and this strange girl alone. She was still unaware of my presence as she got up, made a rude hand gesture in the direction the soldiers went, and stalked off, looking even lovelier in her rage.

I watched her go, then quietly mounted Daredevil and rode after the mercenaries.

As I galloped through the trees, I vowed to myself I would find the girl again.