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Ratchet and the Hand sat and watched the crowd gather for the execution of the commanders' daughter.

There was a raised stone platform with a wooden block sitting in the center. The wooden block had crimson stains covering it.

Brynjolf tapped Shooter on the shoulder and pointed to a building. Shooter nodded and climbed up to the roof and got his crossbow ready.

The soldiers carried a crying teenage woman towards the chopping block.

The woman had dark brown fur with cream colored stripes on her face and ears. Her eyes were hazel in color and her clothes were nothing but torn rags.

She screamed and scratched, she did anything in her power to get away from the cold grasp of death. Nothing she did worked; the soldiers were just too strong.

Ratchet just watched in disgust as the soldiers beat and threw this woman around. The soldiers were treating this woman horribly, only because her father lost his fight against Ratchet.

The time was nigh for the strike and the Hand moved into the crowd. They got as close to the front of the crowd as they could without causing suspicion.

The headsman sharpened his executioners ax on a grindstone.

The crowd screamed for blood, and the soldiers continued to ruff up the woman who was crying a river of tears.

The headsman finished sharpening his ax, and he walked towards the woman. One of the soldiers shoved the woman's head onto the chopping block. The woman cried for mercy but no mercy would be shown.

Brynjolf looked towards Shooter who was sitting on a rooftop across the madness.

The headsman pulled his black hood over his face and raised his ax. Just as all hope was lost for the woman, a crossbow bolt was fired into the headsmans chest.

The hand charged onto the stone platform, Snake pulled out his claymore sword that was as tall as he was and he hacked a soldier in half with it.

Brynjolf charged at the two soldiers guarding the woman with both of his daggers in hand.

Brynjolf dodged a pike thrown at him, and he slashed one of the soldiers across the throat. He swung at the second soldier but his blade was parried and knocked out of his hand.

The soldier swung at Brynjolfs midsection but Brynjolf jumped back and threw his other dagger into the soldiers' eye.

Brynjolf cut the bindings on the woman's hands and he yanked her to her feet.

"We are the resistance, we are here to save you" Brynjolf said

The woman ran alongside Brynjolf into the crowd. One of the soldiers that were left standing threw his pike at Brynjolf. Ratchet caught the pike and threw it back at the soldier, lodging it in his chest.

Ratchet ran alongside Brynjolf and the rest of the hand soon joined. They ran all of the way into the shadow sector where they split up and lost their Praetorian tails.

The hand regrouped back at Fort Crimson where Shooter treated the woman's' wounds.

"Hold still, some of these cuts are deep" Shooter said as he cleaned out the wounds on the woman's arms and face.

"Why are you helping me?" she asked

Shooter stopped cleaning her wounds and sighed "You will have to talk to Ratchet about that"

"I see. What is your name?"

Shooter resumed his cleaning "My name is William, but everyone calls me Shooter. I will introduce you to the rest of the gang after I stich you up. By the way, what is your name?"

The woman smiled "my name is Elizabeth Pyke, but everyone just calls me Liz"

Shooter reached into his bag of medical supplies and pulled out a needle and thread.

"Pleased to meet you Liz, brace yourself because this is going to pinch"

Shooter stuck the needle through her skin and sewed her wounds back up, she yelped with every insertion of the needle.

Twenty minutes later, Shooter had finally stitched Liz up. He took her to meet the rest of the gang.

The hand was in the meeting room when Shooter walked in with Liz.

"Guys, I fixed her up, I wanted to introduce her to all of you. Her name is Elizabeth"

Brynjolf stood up and walked over to Liz. "I am Brynjolf, the leader of the resistance. Pleased to meet you"

Liz shook Brynjolfs hand.

Breach stood up and walked over to her next. "My name is Ned, but everyone calls me Breach"

Liz shook Breaches hand.

Snake stood up, and approached Liz. "I am Robb, you can call me Snake though"

They shook hands.

Slick introduced himself next. "I am bronn, but you my fine lady, can call me Slick"

Ratchet was the last to introduce himself, he had a distant look on his face. "I am Ratchet."

She shook Ratchets hand.

Everyone sat back down at the table. Brynjolf stood back up and poured himself a tankard of mead.

"You might as well get comfortable with this place, because it is your new home. If we let you go, the guard will just track you down again. Welcome to our little dysfunctional family"

Liz did a slight bow "Thank you for the rescue earlier, and the hospitality. I am in debt to all of you"

Brynjolf chuckled "no problem, this is what we do. You don't have any debt to us, however if you insist, we could use a bit of help in the kitchen, because none of these lazy slouches have any cooking experience"

Liz laughed at Brynjolfs comment.

Ratchet stood up and approached Liz. "There is something important that I have to tell you." Ratchet said in a sad tone. His eyes were cold and distant.

"What is it?"

Ratchet sighed, "I would rather tell you in private, come with me"

Liz followed Ratchet to a secluded part of the fort where they entered a room. Ratchet turned around with misty eyes. He was about to break the news about Liz's father. Even know that the Commander was trying to kill Ratchet, the news was no easier to break.

"Liz, I am sorry, there is no easy way to break this, but I killed your father"

It took a few seconds for what Ratchet said to register, but when it did she broke down.

Ratchet wrapped her in an embrace. She thrashed and punched Ratchet and tried to get away from him but he kept holding her. For some reason, Ratchet was just as tore up as she was about this.

"I am sorry, I am sorry. He was going to kill my friends I had no choice" Ratchet said in a depressed tone.

Liz screamed and cried in Ratchets arms for twenty minutes before she calmed down slightly. She was sobbing and still hitting Ratchet.

Ratchet was shedding tears as well.

"I am sorry" Ratchet was genuinely apologizing, for he knew exactly what she was going through. Ratchet knew this feeling very well; he had felt it throughout his childhood on Velden. He had felt it when Alistair died. The feeling was emptiness and deep sorrow; it was an all too familiar feeling to him.

"I know you will resent me for what I did, but I honored your fathers last wish. I promised him that I would save you from the king, and I did. I know it is only words to you, but I am genuinely sorry"

"You killed him, my pa, you killed him" Liz said in a low cold tone.

Twenty minutes passed and Ratchet walked Liz back to the meeting room.

"Shooter, can you help Liz find a bed?"

Shooter knew by the looks on both Ratchet and Liz's faces, that Ratchet had broken the news about her father. Shooter nodded and patted Ratchet on the back as he walked by.

Shooter walked Liz back to the living quarters and found her an empty bed. "Your bed is next to mine, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. I will be back in the meeting room for a few more minutes."

Liz nodded and lay down on the old bed. She cried herself to sleep.

Shooter walked back to the meeting room. Shooter approached Ratchet and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright Ratchet?"

Ratchet looked up with cold eyes "I am fine"

Shooter patted Ratchet on the back and the hand started devising their next plan of attack on the king.


Okay I know this is a sad chapter but it had to be done. (Curses self) Tell me, what did you think of the chapter? I am dying to know. What do you think of Liz? And how did I do with Ratchet breaking the news? Honestly I have never wrote anything like this before so I want constructive criticism on it. On another topic, I want everyone to tell me who their favorite character in this fic is and why. I love you guys (Evil Ratchet Out!)