So to make sure this is clear, this is happening in the early 1900's around when world war one was going on. Of course I put in the little blurb about the war of 1812 to progress us a bit. SHITS GOING DOWN IN THIS CHAPTER
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story time—
July 4, 1812
Dear Amelia,
I heard that some of our men are making trouble for you and your brother. That is a terrible shame! I mean we would surely ask them to stop their strange impressions of your ships and men, but the matter seem to be out of my hands! Oh dear, How I wish I could help?
-Alice Kirkland
It seemed to always be cold and dark on days of war. Like the sun had disappeared from the sky, the rain seemed to work its way down from the heavens and splatter itself on the earth, in such a way blood leaked from a swollen and bloated wound.
It had seemed unavoidable, war, but it was always necessary to man. To fight, to hate, it was just natural of man…
Amelia walked down the stone path with her dress swishing uncomfortably around her thighs. It was too loose around her body and just felt to be uncomfortable. It was bothersome that she had to wear this to the sending off of the supplies to Britian.
Somehow she still held a grudge over the War of 1812. It was a bit childish how the British had decided to be spoiled about losing the war after years, and years of separation.
When business came, she was forced to make up with her former caretakers. She held a bullets scar in her mid torso from where she had gotten shot, well of course that was back in the day. It had turned from an angry mark of red, to a scarlet scar, to a pink scar. It was rather impressive how fast it had healed.
She slowly rubbed the mark on her stomach through her clothes as if remembering not to be too jolly once she got there. Her smile had been shielded and her feelings had been locked up. She carried a simple suitcase with her clothes in it.
Her job, of course was to oversee that the ship would anchor safely in the harbor of London. She sighed and then blinked softly and sadly, she didn't really want to go and give Arthur and Alice the satisfaction of knowing that she was now, not an ally, but not an enemy to their nation. Sure they had worked together through many events and started trading.
But they were bigger strangers than ever.
Honestly the only reason she could think to go would be to assist the other Allies of Great Britain. She was personally worried for France, they always seemed to be a big battle front, everyone was taking sides, it was a mess.
The most insulting thing was the Germans had asked the southern neighbors to her, the Mexicans, (she was still really sore about the Alamo.) if they would help the Germans double gang America. Now excuse her, she didn't want any part of that.
This was of course why they were sending her along with the supplies for the armies in the war they were not technically in, yet.
It was a miserable day out. She needed an umbrella just to make it down the street to where the cab was to pick her up, another reason she hated the dress she was forced into, it was cold on her legs.
The rain poured down around her as she inhaled grumpily, this was certainly not a good sign, it was completely miserable out. She sighed as she held her umbrella above her head trying to make sure that none of the water had gotten on her hair. She hated to get her hair wet walking about, it always caused some sort of messy mishap with the blond mop.
She stared across the murky street and sighed softly, the wet pavement shone softly under the soft moonlight, like there were gentle stars illuminating the ground and teasing the reality that hit Amelia like a smoking train.
She sighed pulling a cigarette out of her pocket and balancing her umbrella on her arm, slowly she attempted to light a match, it took a while but she finally got it lit, she put the cigarette in her mouth
[ JUST BECAUSE I HAVE TO, BACK IN THE DAYS BEFORE WORLD WAR ONE (OR THE GREAT WAR) IT WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL TO SMOKE! IT WASN'T FOUND THAT IT WAS BAD FOR YOU UNTIL RECENTLY IN THE EIGHTIES OR NINETIES! OKAY SO DON'T SMOKE KIDS]
She then slowly brought the match to the cigarettes end and watched it smoke gently. She sighed and shook her head, life was a mess, it was then she saw the cab cruising down the street. White smoke bellowed from the end tail pipe, a yawn tore itself from her lips and she sighed every so softly.
It wasn't long before smoke and all Amelia was in the cab, one of the windows was rolled down so she could blow her smoke outward, instead of making all of the windows misty with the heat. "Good Morning miss! Where will I be taking you this fine, early mornin'." he spoke softly but with glee.
Looking into the driver seat she saw an elderly man, not too old but old enough to be noticed. He had black hair with what seemed like salt and pepper shook into it. She smiled at him and put the cigarette between her first two fingers," Take me to the boatyard." She said smiling softly, then adding details on where the yard was.
The ride wasn't silent to say in the least, this elderly-ish man, Paul, kept her talking. He was very lively for someone of his age, maybe fifty. He asked her many things and provided conversation and laughter for the most part.
"So why are you heading off to the shipyard young one?" He asked in his slow and intelligent tone. His eyes were soft and patient in the rear view mirror. "I have a job to do." " A woman? Doin' work? My God and Savior we don't have many of 'em!" He said with a chuckle. "Who do you work for?" "The government I would suppose." She said glumly, "My, uh, brother, he is a very high official and is shipping me off to do some of the filth work. I have to meet up with some, uh," she stammered for a moment, "Well, go on child!" He said still smiling. "Lets just say I have to meet up with some aristocratic British officials that have left me with a bad taste in my mouth before." She said her childish figures bringing forth a frown to her full lips.
"Oh you're meeting with some bad company? Well, you don't have to be nice to 'em, do ya?" He asked slowly,"No… I don't expect them to accept me with open arms either, we don't get along very well… We used to…" She felt her strong voice trail off into a weak whisper.
"Well darlin' it sounds like you're in a bit of a pickle, I can send up a prayer for you darlin' but that's just about all i can do." He said gently. " What's the name of your ship hun?" He asked gently offering a smile.
"Housatonic it sails out at about oh-four-hundred sir." She said giving him a smile back, they seemed to be approaching the docks and sure as the sun there was a large boat in the distance,"Thank you for your kindness sir. I must be leaving." He gave a soft smile and a solid nod before she paid him and she stepped out of the car.
As she drew her umbrella she heard the words,"Good luck." uttered before the door was slammed and shut. Quickly he drove off, Amelia watched the cars taillights in the darkness as he turned. She watched the men starting to walk toward the ship. Her heels made soft clicking sounds against the pavement.
It wasn't long before she began to board the boat with all of the weapons and supplies.
Around two-and-a-half hours later Amelia stood before around two hundred men. They all wore work clothes, this was the debriefing. She shuffled uncomfortably scowling in her dress and all. She looked quite unhappy and irritated some of the men were whispering and chuckling, looking at her, like she was a piece of meat.
It was sickening, and it made her the slightest bit angry. It showed, they thought this was a job for a man, oh how excited she was to prove them wrong. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath.
"Attention!'
No one seemed to listen to her for a short while. She sighed and looked about for a way to get attention of them. There were a few glass bottles laying about, empty ones, and that gave her an idea.
She walked over as the men chattered amongst themselves. Slowly she picked up a bottle and sighed inspecting it, now she was physically almost as strong as Alfred was, of course he was build to be slightly stronger than she. She held the bottle in her hand and walked back to the center and held up the bottle.
This was a way to make an entrance.
She then squeezed the muscles together in her hand pressing the bottle together,together, together, then there was a loud pop.
The glass shattered apart in her hands, sure it cut it up quite a bit but it got the attention of the men. She inhaled and smiled, "Thank you! For your attention," She said with an irritated tone, "Now for the debriefing.." She said in a loud voice. She went in to all of the information about where they were going and why they were going, she talked on and on about how it was dangerous to enter a country's oceanic area during the time of war, and how if anything were to go off or seem off they should say so immediately.
She sighed and then pulled shards of glass from her palm as she finished up. Some of the men had paled at this, she must seem like some she beast, so casually pulling glass shards from her hand. It didnt quite hurt the same as it would for a human, it was just a sting, she would most certainly heal by morning. She inhaled and then waved her bleeding hand,"Dismissed." She said grumpily.
Some of the weaker minded people ran from the room and that made her chuckle. The rest just walked not looking back at her. She sighed and the watched blood drip down her hand. "Oh dear this is going to be a nuisance." She might as well head up to her room and get it bandaged up.
It was a bit later, maybe at night after they had set off to bring supplies to the Allied powers. There was a clear night, the stars were abundant in the sky. Amelia had decided to take a small walk out on the deck. Sitting in her room writing letters was more boring then not. She needed something to do. She had stolen some work clothes from the workmen's closet and such. They were set to be there sooner or later, when she had started to talk to the captain, he was too boring and such so she didn't pay much attention and had focused on picking the dry skin off her nails.
She sighed and looked down at the waves parted by the large boat. It was quite boring, honestly she was just waiting to go to somewhere she hadn't really every been. She had only been to Britain when they were allies. Her eyes shone softly in the moonlight as she held onto a letter.
It was from Arthur, not Alice, she hadn't talked to Alice since the War of 1812. It was strange how someone could keep a grudge that long. Well, Arthur hadn't entirely gotten over this either. He was so terribly polite to her it was painful, it was more like they were strangers.
He still didn't know that she was the one on the battle field that day. It was rather guilt weighing to know that he was offering her a slight forgiveness, for something that she did, only because she though that her brother had done so.
It was crazy how the Canadians had asked for their freedom. There were no battle scars on Maddie or Matthew's skin. Not from a battle such as that, it was hard to be jealous of them though. They were a gentle country.
She looked down and the letter and read through the words once more;
December 12, 1917
Dear Amelia,
I thank you for the reply to my message. We are in some desperate need of aid. We are planning to win this war. It will be lovely to see you again! It has been so long since I have seen you, overtime that you are to come you seem to fall some sort of ill. Are you easy to sicken? Or is it the journey that makes you ill? Either way when you come to us we will have a perfectly war proof bunker for your stay. Along with other necessities that you will of course need.
It will honestly be great to see you. I would propose that Alice feels similar.
I understand that we have had our differences in the past, but we should put that aside for your short trip with us.
With gratitude,
Arthur Kirkland
She tucked the letter in one of her oversized pockets. Then she sighed and looked up at the sky. The stars were so pretty, she looked down at the sea and saw the stars reflected in the ocean. One was especially bright.
She furrowed her thin brows and then looked up at the sky. Surprisingly there was no star in the sky there. That was certainly strange, a feeling of unease fell over her as she took in a deep breath and slowly backed away from the side of the ship. Something flew up right next to the ship. It had come out of the water and was terribly bright. There was a loud explosive noise and it threw her back and made her fall on her back.
Her ears we're ringing. It hurt, everything hurt. She couldn't tell from all of the smoke if the boat had been hit or if to had just been missed. She tried to force herself up on her hands and knees and her back hardly let her.
Once up she fell forward on her knees. Now she could hardly hear herself talking but she could feel the scream of warning tear from her throat, it was no use the boat soon rocked again. Every part of her hurt.
She closed her eyes. She didn't want to see herself sinking into the ocean. How could this be happening. Soon there was a soft noise whispering in her ear. It started light but got clearer as she opened her eyes once more. Everything was bright, then she felt like she was sinking. Her eyes were frozen open and she was paralyzed. She was surely sinking now, everything hurt.
There was rubble everywhere, she was glad she couldn't hear the screaming of the men on the ship. She should have predicted this. It was her fault two hundred men would no go home to see their families. She let herself sink and slowly closed her eyes as she watched a piece of paper float by her. It was Arthur's letter.
She didn't have the energy to reach out and get it.
She just let her eyes close, and her body soon sunk into darkness.
It was a quiet night. Alfred had been sleeping, maybe he was just tired of all of the worry for the war or wondering if Amelia would make it to Britain alright. He wondered how she would react when she got there.
But it was around midnight when he was jolted awake by a terrible white pain. He groaned and then attempted to sit up in bed, he was paralyzed and he was coughing terribly. He couldn't breathe, it wasn't until his eyes closed in this utter confusion he understood what was going on.
His muscular body tensed and he was ready to fight back. But he was seeing ocean, that was all he would see, but soon enough he saw the debris and all of the words made sense. The letter floated by him and he saw the words dea—-melia…
His eyes suddenly flew open and he let out a terrible cry of white hot pain. His voice was strained as he gasped screeching. "AMELIA! NO!" He had attracted enough attention that his human help had come in trying to wake him up. "SHE'S DEAD!" He screamed over and over and over. It was like torture, that even when the pain died down he was screaming for her over and over.
Like a broken man. He screamed, cried, and writhed around trying to grasp for her, but she was gone.
Heads were bowed in an eternal prayer, days or months later. Seven blond heads bowed in a forever silence. Tears were silent and mingled with the frozen air. It wasn't surprising when it started to snow.
There was a soft song in the background.
Hush child, the darkness will rise
From the deep, and carry you down into sleep
There was a terrible silence that could not be broken by the terribly haunting song. No one spoke to each other. For they had no words to say to one another, it was like the air ha grown frigid and was filled with weight.
It was slowly sinking down on those seven blond heads. No one touched, no one whispered, there was only tears and silence.
It seemed that would be all there was forevermore.
Well this was depressing, shit. Well this will be fun, writing the next chapter and such! So enjoy and review. 'Cause I'll love you long time!
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-J
