So, i finally got a new chapter up. Yeh, i know. I took too long... I apologize :) You love me really :) You wont stay mad long... hopefully. ... :/

Blood Red Sunset

The camp was busy, filled with soldiers rushing about to get their armour cleaned up and their swords sharpened for tonight's events. I stood just outside of the tent I was being held in, watching the goings-on.

"Beeil dich!" Blair shouted, he wanted to move as soon as possible. I still had to warn my friends to get out of this place, but getting to them would prove difficult, as someone was always watching me. I knew that the windmill was only just through the trees on the left-hand-side of the camp, but I don't know what they would do if they caught me trying to escape.

In the spur of the moment I ran into the trees behind me, I don't think anyone saw me... Think... Why must I be dragged into things like this? There was a small uproar when Blair realised that I wasn't in the tent, nor was I in the camp for that matter. By now, the windmill was in my sights and I could see the fire glowing onto the window. Shouting would be a good idea, they would hear me that way and get the message straight away, but I would risk the soldiers hearing me, on the other hand, I could run in and tell them, but I would be out of camp longer, which would risk them simply finding me. Either option I chose would end with me being found, so I went for the third option' run towards the windmill screaming, barging through the door and telling them blankly to get out of the Hollow and to get help.

Charlotte didn't think twice about my statement and grabbed her small amount of things. Esteé was a little more wary of me, thinking that maybe I just wanted to go home, but when she noticed the fear in my eyes, there was no second thoughts. Charlotte looked at me before screaming in terror, behind me, the Mercenaries were on their horses, swords drawn.

"RUN!" I shouted, no time to explain anything. I was hoping that they would get help from someone outside of the Hollow... Before I had a chance to carry on with my worried thinking, a cold hand grasped my waist and pulled me up onto the saddle. I shut my eyes tightly. Its not everyday you turn around and realise your sat on the lap of a corpse. Opening my eyes, we began to move, down towards the village. Oh no. Please no.

The sun was only showing half of its face over the horizon, glowing a sickening blood red colour. How ironic. Emily Winship, Peter VanGarrett and Dirk VanGarrett were the first to be killed in the Legend, so I presume, they are to be killed tonight. How exciting... Not.

We were hidden behind a few trees, watching the people run inside to go to sleep. Peter VanGarrett and Dirk VanGarrett were walking towards their lodge, but Emily Winship was nowhere to be seen. It was at this point that the horse jerked forward and broke out into a full gallop, 4 other mercenaries were close behind and had demonic smiles upon their faces. The two VanGarrett's turned around, and began to flee as fast as their legs would carry them, from the hoity-toity way they ran, I could tell they were from the private school, not far away from The Chase, one of our largest rivals. If it was possible, the horse I was riding got faster, and gained on the two fleeing men. I shut my eyes tightly as Blair drew his sword, his blue eyes gleaming in the red sunset. I heard two bangs on the floor and a horrible drowning noise, a splutter.

I managed to pry my eyes open, only to see two headless bodies on the floor and a smile across Blair's face. Two mercenaries rode past and speared the heads with their swords, taking them back with them, supposedly back to the tree of the dead, if there was now such thing.

"Who's next?" Blair asked me, his blue eyes shining brightly. I mumbled something and he leaned in closer. " A little louder maybe?"

"Emile Winship." I said, almost sobbing. How tragic, these were modern day actors, not medieval townsfolk. It wasn't fair...

The night was drawing on and the sun had long set, hiding behind the horizon. It was getting cold and I had nothing over my arms, but that was the least of my worries. My heart began to beat faster as I was lifted from the horse and told to stand where I was placed. The remaining mercenaries, along with Blair, tied the un-dead horses to a nearby branch by their reins and then began to walk towards one of the lodges.

I held my arms in an attempt to keep warm. It wasn't working. I was gestured at, to start walking, down the small slope where the small lodge was built. I don't think my stomach could cope with watching another death.. well, hearing another death. The smell too... There was a distinct smell to it.. scorched flesh... Ew.

The small slope seemed to go on for ever. My pace slowed as we came closer to it. I recognised the voice almost instantly as Lizzy Elkins, a woman who, up until a few months ago, worked as a teaching assistant in my school. She just happened to be pregnant too... I stopped walking and watched as one of the mercenaries kicked down the lodge door and stormed in, grasping his sword in the process. I held my breath as I heard a scream that was shortened by a slash, then followed by another noise, one of stabbing flesh. Her and the baby. I felt sick to my stomach when the mercenary that did the deed walked out with Emilie's head speared onto his sword along with blood over his boots.

It suddenly got colder as the mercenary walked closer, mounted his horse and began to gallop off, back towards the Western Woods. Hopefully that would be all for now. Please... let that be it... It had to be around midnight at least and I was tired and cold and... scared.

Blair walked towards me in a very intimidating way. I didn't want anyone else to die, and he knew that, yet I knew that there would be more deaths. I couldn't stop it. Noticing I was cold, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and part of his cloak, before guiding me back towards the horses.

I just hope, whoever Ichabod Crane is...

He gets his ass in gear and sorts this damn mess out...

Soon...