~*When death Descends*~
~*Anne's point of View*~
The church was beginning to get unbearably hot, as the flames licked at anything that would sustain them. All around, people were panicking, lunging at the heavy church doors in a futile attempt to free themselves.
I was no exception from the panicking people. But I managed to hold myself in check, standing close to my parents.
From a distance, I could still hear the Colonel shouting orders.
He must really hate Mr. Martin, to take such measures as to burn the whole town alive. And Gabriel…
I could feel the tears tracing burning hot trails down my cheeks, but paid little attention to them as I prayed for help.
But no help came, and the flames were getting closer with every passing moment.
I was going to die, here. I just hoped that my life wouldn't be in vain. That it would, in some way, help the cause…
What would Gabriel think? Would he know how I died? One part of me hoped that he would, while the other wanted to keep him from knowing that I was burned alive.
Gabriel…I would never see him again. Never live to raise a family with him. The thought was painful, and I wondered what he would do.
Would he try to avenge my death? I knew that he would. But would he die trying? Oh, Lord, how I hoped that he wouldn't…if anything, he must live to fight for the cause.
And what of Gabriel's father…my father-in-law…for however short a time? Would that damn Colonel and his Dragoons find him? I dearly hoped not. For he, too, must live to fight for the cause.
As I hear the screams of people all around me, I am slowly pulled from my reverie. Already, people are dying. The church is crowded, and the people on the outskirts of the room are already set aflame.
The worst part must have been that I was near the middle of the room. That meant that I must stand there, able to do nothing, as people I had known all my life…acquaintances, neighbors and friends, were burned alive, right before my eyes. Their screams would be with me even in death.
The worst part…the waiting. Just watching, as people burned…the scent was awful. Sickening. The scent of burning flesh.
No. I was wrong. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part, was that I would never know what happens to Gabriel. That I would never see him again. That I would never know if, and when, America became it's own country.
And all I could think of as I waited, was that I would never again see Gabriel's face.
THE END.
Well…I hope that you guys liked that. I have a whole bunch of these that I want to do, so look for them soon. ^^
Emerald Eternity