You may not like this chapter. :/ But I swear, things will get better…eventually
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The Battle
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Bronn felt something heavy on his chest and he slowly opened his eyes. A small candle was lite and he could see the clouds swirling outside. He looked down to the person on his chest and he heard whispering, "Please, wake up." He placed his hand on Sansa's head and whispered, "Are you alright?" Sansa jumped up and grabbed his face in her hands, "Thank the gods! Bronn, we have to get out of here. It's Gregor, he is alive and he locked us in here. He is coming back soon."
Bronn felt the lump on his head and sat up slowly, "Sansa, it can't be him. We saw him die; my arrow went through his skull." Sansa cried, "It is him. He plans to kill you and Sandor and take me away." Just then they heard loud voices coming up the hallway and Bronn and Sansa stood from the bed. Sansa grasped Bronn's arm with both of her hands and Bronn withdrew a dagger from his boot. They heard the heavy footsteps of what sounded like a giant in front of the door. The lock on the door was removed and the knob was being turned. Bronn pushed Sansa behind him and he stood his full height, dagger in hand and aimed for whoever came through that door. The door opened then; showing the giant figure in the shadows. Bronn dropped his hand for a moment before raising it once again at the man and he yelled, "Who are you?" Gregor laughed and stepped into the room,
"Glad to see you awake sellsword. Put the dagger down, it won't help you any." Bronn's eyes went wide as he looked at the towering man and he whispered, "I killed you." Sansa was shaking behind him and he placed one arm behind him to rest on her hip,
"I won't let you take her. You'll have to kill me." Gregor laughed and withdrew his sword, "With pleasure."
Sandor and Gendry looked up at the dark skies once more, "Let's get going before the sky opens up." Titano had let them leave early and it was almost as black as night outside. As they walked to their horses, Sandor heard the sound of hooves coming their way. He turned and saw a white horse and a brown one running to them. Sandor felt his heart drop in his stomach and his palms started to sweat as he whispered, "Sansa." Gendry ran out in front of the horses and stopped them, grabbing their reins and bringing them over, "Sandor, their Bronn's and Sansa's.
Her sword and belt were attached to the horse with her cloak." Sandor looked in the direction the horses came from and he yelled, "They came from town. Something is wrong. Take the horses back to the cabins and make sure everyone else is there. Bring the girls to the farmers and get Tyrion and come back." Sandor mounted Stranger and looked at Gendry,
"Do not fail me, boy. I will not lose her." Gendry gave Sandor a nod and both took off to their destination. Sandor rode Stranger hard and he kept yelling for him to go faster; he would not lose Sansa.
Bronn took a step back and felt Sansa against him, "Come on, Mountain. Swing at me." Gregor gave an evil smile and swung his sword. Bronn pushed Sansa onto the bed and he jumped to the right. Sansa crawl on the bed to the other side of the room and she looked for anything she could hit Gregor with. She turned and watched in horror as Gregor swung his sword at Bronn, almost hitting him with each swing.
Bronn swiped at Gregor with the dagger he carried and nicked the Mountains hand. Gregor looked down at the cut with no interest and growled, "You've shed blood, sellsword." He yelled as he brought his sword down, missing Bronn by only inches. Sansa started to panic as she looked around the small room. She saw a wooden chair and she flipped it, kicking one of the legs off and looking at it in her hand. It was not a deadly weapon, but could do damage. She turned with the piece of wood in her hand and ran for Gregor.
As Gregor tried to catch Bronn with his sword, Sansa swung the piece of wood at his leg. Gregor howled as he felt the wood bruise his leg and he looked down at Sansa, "That will not make my treatment towards you any better, bitch!" Gregors hand came down upon her cheek, making her head snap to the side. Bronn cried out as he saw blood trickle down Sansa's chin and he charged at the man in front of him, bringing his dagger down through Gregor's shoulder.
Sansa cried out and clutched her cheek, backing away from him. Gregor cried out when the dagger hit his shoulder, between his armor, and he looked at Bronn with red eyes. Gregor pulled the dagger out of his shoulder slowly and hissed as it tore his skin.
He threw it out the window and whispered to Bronn, "Say goodbye to your precious Queen." Bronn looked at Sansa, who was clutching the bed post. She whispered, "Bronn.." Bronn looked to his right as saw the candle still burning and he looked to the door and saw it was open a few inches. As Gregor rose his sword up Bronn grabbed the candle and yelled at Sansa, "Run! Get out of here!" Sansa watched as Bronn grabbed the candle and threw it towards the curtains. The room burst into flames and Gregor yelled as he raised his arm to protect himself, all the while, swinging his sword to hit Bronn. Sansa backed away from the flames towards the door and she yelled,
"Bronn!"
He looked at her as Gregor's sword came down and sliced his chest. Bronn yelled out as the metal tore the skin through his tunic and leathers and his hand clutched at it. As flames went around them, he pushed past Gregor, who could not see because of the smoke, and pushed Sansa out the door, "Come on, we've got to get out of here."
Sansa ran down the stairs with Bronn behind her, clutching his chest, which was bleeding profusely. The two other men were nowhere to be seen inside and Bronn grabbed her hand with his clean one, leading her to the door.
Sandor rode around the corner and saw fire. He stopped Stranger and looked at the flames coming from the Inn room with horror. He saw the flames shooting out of the window and he knew he had to face the one thing that scarred and scared him. He kicked Stranger forward and upon reaching the Inn, he saw the door open and two figures running out.
Bronn kicked open the door and pushed a coughing Sansa out first. She clutched at her throat and Bronn grabbed her arm, "Keep going, girl."
They looked up when they heard a horse's hooves and they saw Sandor jump from his horse and run to them. Sansa cried in relief and Sandor took her in his arms, "Gods, Sansa! What happened? Who did this to you?" He held her face in his hands and saw the bruise forming and a bloody lip. He looked to Bronn and saw him swaying on his feet, holding a bloody gash on his chest.
Bronn whispered, "Get her out of here. He's alive. The Mountain is alive."
Sandor froze and his face turned black, "It can't be." Just then, heavy footsteps were heard running in the Inn towards them. Sandor withdrew his sword and Bronn ran to Sansa, pushing her away. Sandor's face betrayed him and the sight of his brother came through the doorway. Gregor smiled, "Fire can't kill a Mountain, brother. I'm not the one who can be killed by fire."
He looked at Sansa and frowned, "Shame on you, Lady Stark. Now, I'll have to rape you when I kill your lover." Sansa looked at him with wide eyes as Bronn's grip on her arm tightened and she heard Sandor yell, "Shut the fuck up and fight me!"
Gendry reached the cabins and saw Tyrion walking back with Arya. He yelled, "My lord! There is trouble in town!" Tyrion dropped the fishing pools and ran over to the horses with Arya as Shae ran out of the cabin wrapped in a shawl. Gendry did not dismount, but untied the two horses, "Gendry, what is wrong? Where are Sansa and Bronn?" Gendry shook his head,
"Sandor and I were leaving and their horses came running our way. Something is wrong and Sandor went to find them. He told me to get you and come back."
Tyrion gave a nod and ran to where Shae was; she was now holding his short sword in her hand, "Be careful, my lion." He kissed her and ran for his horse, where Arya helped him on, "I'm going with you." Gendry turned his horse to her, "No. You take Shae and run to the farmer's. Stay there until someone comes for you." Arya growled, "That is my sister that is in trouble and I will not run. Wolfs do not run from their enemies." Gendry thought for a moment and shook his head, "If anything happens to you.." Arya huffed and climbed on the horse behind him,
"Like you could stop me." Gendry felt her warm hands wrap around him and he kicked his horse forward. Tyrion followed and yelled back, "Go to the farmer's home, I will be back for you." Shae smiled softly and placed a hand over her belly as she waved to him. She said a silent prayer for Sansa and hoped she would be safe.
It had just started raining when Gregor charged for his brother once more. The ground was getting muddy and the winds were getting stronger. Sandor slid in the mud and lost his balance just as his brother's sword was coming down for his head. Bronn looked at Sansa and whispered, "Stay near the horses, I need to find another sword." He clutched his wound and started running towards the empty market to find a sword. Some people in the town watched from opened shutters as the two brothers battled. Sansa watched as Sandor's sword grazed Gregor's leg, tearing flesh. She started to shiver as the rain came down harder and she screamed,
"Stop! Please, don't hurt him!"
Gregor laughed as he swung at his brother, "The bitch wants me to stop, brother. Do you think she'll fuck me willingly if I do that?" Sandor yelled as he punched his brother in the face. Gregor stopped and felt his cheek, bringing the gloved hand down to see blood. Gregor lifted his sword, "You actually believe she loves you? I remember that night you tried to kill me. When I had her against that tree, I saw the lust in her eyes for me."
Sandor swung his sword as he heard Sansa yell, "Don't listen to him Sandor. He is trying to make you weak!" Bronn runs back with a sword in hand just as the others were coming around the bend on their horses. Sansa saw them and sighed with relief and she went to run for them. Gregor saw her starting to go towards them and he ran for her, grabbing her wrist. Sansa cried out as he twisted her arm, "You ain't going with them, girl."
Her breath left her as he pulled her chest first against his side and Sandor came at him, "let her go, Gregor. What will you get from taking her from me?" Gregor shook his head, "Don't you know? I get the North, brother. I get a pretty wife, a woman to have my sons, a larger title, and the north. I get everything that you will never get." Sandor lowered his sword, "You will take away the girl that loves me and who I love, to get land? You have Clegane's keep."
Gregor shrugged, "Not big enough." The others came running over and Gregor pushed her to the ground, "Come on little brother, let us settle this." Sansa struggled to get up as Tyrion ran over with Arya, "Sansa! Are you alright?" She looked at Arya and smiled, "You should've stayed. He'll kill you all." Arya looked at the Mountain and shivered; she had not seen him for months. They helped Sansa up and Sansa watched as Gregor and Sandor fought. She looked over to Bronn who was pale and holding the wound in his chest, waiting for Gregor to attack him.
Sansa looked on as the Inn behind them was burning to the ground and how Sandor took blow to blow from Gregor. She brought her hand to her lip and felt the blood and she thought, this is all because of me. They will die because of me. She was brought back to reality when she saw Gendry get hit by the hilt of Gregor's sword. She screamed when she saw her sister running at the Mountain in anger, "Arya! No!" Sandor was getting tired and he had a gash in his side and he felt bruises forming on his legs and arms. Gregor pushed him down and grabbed Arya, who was running at him. Gregor held his sword to her throat and Sansa ran out, "Stop! Don't hurt her, I beg you." Gregor looked at Sansa and all seemed to stand still. Sansa could see the sword digging into her sister's neck and she shook, "Stop this. I know what you want." Gregor smiled at her,
"Do you?"
She heard Sandor whisper, "Don't, little bird."
She did not dare look at him as she stepped towards Gregor. Her dress clung to her frame and her hair was tangled from the rain. She looked up at Gregor, "You want me. That's why you came after us. You did not come here to kill them; you came all this way to take me and to kill anyone who got in your way." Gregor gave a nod, "You're a smart one." Sansa felt herself shaking as she looked at Sandor, who was still on the ground and the others who were around them. She mouthed to Sandor, "I'm sorry." She closed her eyes and whispered,
"I will go with you. But you must unhand my sister unharmed. You will not hurt them. We will get on your horse and ride away from here; but you will not hurt one more hair on his head." She pointed at Sandor who was now standing, clutching his side,
"Sansa, please don't."
Gregor looked down at the girl in front of him and whispered,
"You are brave Sansa Stark. That will get you killed one day."
He pushed Arya down into the mud and ran to Sansa, who held up her hands, "Wait! Let me say goodbye." Gregor laughed and looked at the other men, "No time for goodbyes. But I can promise you, take one step towards us and I will slice her throat right here." The rain fell down Sandor's face as he watched his brother lift Sansa in his arms and place her on his horse. Sansa felt him mount behind her and she looked around him back at the others.
She knew they would come for her; to find her and save her. She saw Arya being held back by Gendry and Bronn was leaning against the horse for support. She looked at Sandor and saw the pain in his face and eyes. She felt tears fall from her eyes as Gregor kicked his horse forward and the galloped away. She watched as Sandor fell to his knees and then fell on his side.
She screamed, "No! Sandor!" Gregor laughed cruelly as they rode away and the last she saw of them was the others running to his side and Arya screaming, "Sansa!" She turned forward in the saddle and cried. They rode in the wind and rain and Sansa could not feel the rain hitting her skin like glass. She dropped her head and whispered, "What have I done?"
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what will happen next?! Reviews are welcome
