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-Nat-
When Harry, Benjamin, and Gabriel came in sight of the town they saw a large crowd, probably all the citizens of that town outside, shouting and cheering as they set a dummy of King George on fire. Gabriel's mouth dropped as he immediately looked over at his father who had a serious face on. Never before had Gabriel seen men behave like this. Harry grinned a little, the thought of that this little riot was against the British cause is what made him grin, but he noticed Gabriel's worried face.
"Well, maybe, Benjamin, I may get some recruits here. What about your oldest son? Gabriel, would you be willing to fight for this cause?" Harry asked looking over at Gabriel.
Gabriel quickly turned his head towards Harry who was looking back at him, waiting for an answer. Gabriel looked down and was trying to find the words.
"No, I will not allow my son to be in this Harry. If I am not, then neither is Gabriel." Ben answered for him.
Harry switched his glance to Ben.
"Benjamin, we're going to need a Martin in this fight." Harry answered him.
Ben looked at his friend.
"I am sorry but I do not think that, that will be happening." Ben replied.
Harry sighed and gave up by that time they reached in town and dismounted their horses, tying their reigns to a pole. Harry and Ben got lost in the large crowd quickly, walking around. Gabriel stood around and just looked. His black hat shaded his eyes from the sun as he peered through the crowd. He heard people cheer once they realized Harry was a solider and kept nagging him to make a speech.
Gabriel continued to look around then noticed Mr. Wilkins standing near a tree. Wilkins took notice of his and gave him an evil grin, then waved. Gabriel just stared back at him then managed to bring himself to wave back. Gabriel saw Wilkins shake his head, smiling, and then returned his glance over to Harry, who stood up on a little podium.
"Citizens of South Carolina, next Monday at dawn all people of South Carolina will be attending a meet in Charlestown concerning the redcoat threat. I am going to try my best to get the good colony of South Carolina to be the 9th colony to levy money for a continental army, an army that will go to war AGAINST England for your freedom!" Harry shouted at them, after he finished his sentence, people threw their fists in the air, shouting and cheering.
"Now I need each and every one of you to go to Charlestown Monday and vote with me! We have tried everything to get the ruthless British to bend our way, but THEY WILL NOT DO SO; therefore war is the only answer! We can gain freedom so our families will live better lives, or South Carolina can not enter this war as a result weakening the army and giving us a higher chance of loosing and then the British will come down even harder on us! Fair citizens, this war is one that we can no loose!" Harry shouted, the crowd cheering even louder.
Gabriel grinned as he saw Harry get the crowd all riled up but then a sound of horses caught his ear. Gabriel slowly turned, the opposite way of his house. He saw a good deal of horses, coming this way. Everyone else then grew quiet for they heard it as well and turned the same way as Gabriel, Harry looking over to the left. Gabriel's eye's widened as he took a step back, not believing what he was seeing.
"REDCOATS!" someone shouted.
People then started running everywhere, in panic, trying to find some place to hid, and others ripping down the signs. Harry jumped off the podium and ran to his horse. Gabriel turned as he saw Harry mount his horse and then take off running, disappearing into the woods. People ran into him and pushed him as he ran around trying to find him father in the crowd.
"Gabriel!" Ben shouted clasping his son's shoulders, thankful he found him.
"We need to get out of here!" Ben added, then started tugging Gabriel towards their horses.
Suddenly shots and smoke filled their air as redcoats jumped out from behind buildings, stopping people from going anywhere. Ben stopped dead in his tracks, Gabriel running into him. Gabriel looked around in fear as he saw the British surround them.
"Father, this isn't good! They're not even suppose to be over here!" Gabriel shouted to him.
"Makes the most sense, I don't see why they wouldn't, we are at war with them!" Ben shouted back. Soon every redcoat had their gun aiming at the people of the town. Ben pushed Gabriel behind him and slowly raised his hands, as did others, not moving. The redcoats, too, did not move, only kept their aim on a target. Women clutched their children into them, scared to death and others buried themselves in their husbands. Gabriel saw Ben turn around at a noise of the galloping horses getting dangerously closer.
"Oh god." Ben breathed heavily.
Gabriel switched his eyes to them who know entered the town and stopped right in front of them. Ben then maneuvered Gabriel and him to the back of the crowd and unexpecidatly shoved him into a window, into a store. Gabriel stumped back in the store, landing on his back and glass shattering around him.
"Father, what are you-''
"Shh! Stay there, you'll be safer there, or they will surly use you against me, so do as I say and stay low to the ground." Ben whispered then disappeared into the crowd.
Gabriel made a motion to get up but the sound of a gun firing kept him to the ground. Gabriel groaned then got to his feet and making sure to keep close to the ground he crept towards the stairs and went up to the 2nd floor. Gabriel squatted down next to a window, peering out of it, over the crowd of people who, he could see, were terrified.
"The Green Dragoons." He told himself once he noticed what they were.
His attention went to a man who dismounted his horse. He frowned as his eyes lay upon him. He was quite tall, built, and a dangerous gleam in his ice-cold eyes. He watched the man take a couple of steps toward the people, which he had fairly good posture. The man looked at the frightened people and just smiled at them. Wilkins stood near a building, in the shadows. He looked around, and then frowned.
"Good day good people of this town. I am Colonel William Tavington. And let me be the first to warn all of you, when you see me coming, it is never a good thing." Tavington said coldly.
No one spoke but just stared back at him. Tavington looked around, then something caught his eye. One of his eyebrow raised he walked over to a post and ripped a wooden sign off of it. He read the words on it and then looked evilly at the mob of people.
"What is this?" Tavington asked holding up the anti British sign.
Everyone looked away or down and no one spoke.
"Alright then, who made this?" Tavington demanded in a stricter tone.
Again, no one answered. Anger boiling in him he threw the sign down.
"WHO MADE THIS!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, causing people to jump, but no one talked.
"Alright then, I am assuming you need persuasion." He said then grabbed a little girl's hand, ripping her from the hands of her mother.
The little girl screamed and the mother tried to pull her away form Tavington but other British officers restrained her from doing so. Tavington grabbed a handful of her hair holding her still, her screams made Gabriel wince.
"I am going to ask once more, who made this sign!?" Tavington bellowed again.
"Please! Don't hurt her! I don't know, I swear, please let her go!" Her mother said in between sobs.
"No one?" Tavington asked looking at the rest of the crowd. Ben looked around.
"I did!" Ben shouted, everyone turned and most gasped. Gabriel felt his heart stop as he saw his father walk to the front of the crowd. Tavington looked at him.
"Very well." Tavington replied then shot the gun at the girl's head.
People shouted in fear and the mother's scream echoed the air. Gabriel shot up, staring horrified at the little girl's dead body.
"That was for not coming clean sooner, maybe you should not hesitate and make me mad. Now for your punishment of treason." Tavington replied throwing his pistol at a British officer, who then handed him a new, loaded one.
Gabriel gasped then immediately pulled out his pistol, aimed and fired it. The bullet shattered the glass and landed in Tavington's bicep, causing him to drop the gun. Taking the advantage Ben turned around and got lost in the crowd. British people ran to help Tavington and some ran after Ben. The crowd of people resisted, punching British soldiers down and not allowing them to get to Ben. Ben ran behind a building, taking cover and hiding. Gabriel grinned to himself then felt someone grab him and within minutes he took notice of a very sharp knife under his throat.
"Did you think that was funny Gabriel Martin?" A voice asked.
Gabriel's eyes widened. He didn't know how but whoever grabbed him knew his name. Gabriel struggled but it only brought his neck closer to the shiny metal of the knife.
"Don't bother Martin, I'm way stronger than you." The voice warned him.
Desperate then threw his head back into the other person's head, causing the man to loosen his grip on Gabriel. Instantly he threw his elbow into the man's gut, making him hunch over, and Gabriel punched him in the face. Now free, Gabriel shot down the stairs, not taking the time to see who that was or waiting to see if he was knocked out. Gabriel jumped down the last the stairs and ran for the back door. He was about ready to grab the handle and shove him outside when suddenly Tavington, only with 3 other redcoats busted in, in hopes to find shelter from the crowd of people trying to kill them.
"Well what have we here?" Tavington asked himself grabbing Gabriel by the neck and shoving him back inside.
Gabriel swallowed hardly as he looked into Tavington's eyes.
"You might just be the thing to get us out of this jam. Perfect." Tavington told him smiling.
Gabriel thought quickly, then suddenly punched Tavington hard in the face with his gun. Tavington stumbled back into the other officers and Gabriel shot across the room.
"Get that boy now! NO ONE does that to me and gets away with it, hurry you fools!" Tavington shouted at them as he whipped away some blood from his mouth.
Gabriel ran across the room to a different door. But a redcoat shoved it shut. Gabriel looked at him while the redcoat drew his sword. Gabriel ducked as the redcoat swung the swords at him, ducking the blow. Gabriel moved backward slowly, but Tavington grabbed him from behind, wrapping his arm around Gabriel's throat. He immediately threw his hands up and clutched the bicep of Tavington's arm. Tavington held Gabriel close to him with only one arm and with the other drew a short knife. With Tavington's free hand he managed to pyre one of Gabriel's hands away from his arm and with one quick motion he shoved the knife deep into his palm. Gabriel's mouth dropped in pain. Tavington felt Gabriel squirm against his grip trying to get the pain to go away.
"Yes, that wasn't a very smart thing to do now was it son?" Tavington whispered into Gabriel's ear. Gabriel could feel his blood oozing from his hand and dripping off of his fingers. Gabriel clenched his teeth together, trying to block the pain out.
"No?" Tavington asked then shoved his knife deeper into his hand. Gabriel made a noise of pain but kept his teeth clenched together. The officers just stared at them, feeling sorry for Gabriel but not daring to do anything about.
"Was it smart?" He asked him.
Gabriel breathed hardly, thinking it would help dull the pain and shook his head no.
"Oh, what was that?" Tavington asked.
"No." He managed to say.
Tavington grinned.
"That's what I thought." He said then yanked the knife out of his hand and allowed it to drop to the ground.
Tavington felt Gabriel's body relax against his, glad it was out of his hand.
"Gentlemen." Tavington called to his soldiers, and then dragged Gabriel up to the 2nd floor, the 3 redcoats following him. Tavington led them into the room that Gabriel was in earlier. Tavington then placed one leg out of the window.
"What are you doing!?" Gabriel said frightened.
"Shut up, you don't want to make me mad." Tavington warned then stepped out onto the roof, dragging Gabriel with him, the 3 redcoats following.
Tavington grabbed a pistol with his free hand and held it up above his head and fired it, getting everyone's attention.
"The next person to touch a British solider, this boy dies!" Tavington shouted loudly.
Everyone looked up and then froze. They knew who Gabriel was and they knew whose son he was, so no one moved. Ben's eyes widened once he saw Gabriel and his head boiled once he saw his blood caked hand. Gabriel then struggled violently, almost getting free, but not quite. Tavington knew he was loosing control, so he sent the heel with the brass metal stirs into Gabriel's shin, the stirs cutting his flesh. The pain sent him off the leg and he closed his eyes in pain. If it weren't for Tavington holding him he would have fallen off the roof.
"Tavington!" A man yelled. Gabriel and Tavington looked over at the person who yelled that. It was Lord Cornwallis. Tavington's mouth dropped in annoyance and Gabriel's mouth dropped in happiness.
"Yes, my lord." Tavington yelled at him, keeping the knife to Gabriel's throat.
"Get down here now!" Cornwallis ordered.
The people kept quiet pretending that nothing ever happened. Soon enough Tavington walked out of the building, still have a hold of Gabriel. Ben got out of his hiding place.
"Release that boy this instant!" Cornwallis shouted.
"But my lord, -"
"NO BUTS COLONEL. RELEASE THAT BOY NOW!" Cornwallis shouted at him. Tavington clenched his teeth together but threw him down, free. Ben ran up to Gabriel grabbing him and looking him over. Ben took his bloody hand and examined it.
"My son, are you alright?" Ben asked breathless hugging him.
Gabriel hugged him back.
"This is YOUR son, well I should have killed him when I had the chance to teach you a lesson about treason." Tavington said getting out his sword and getting ready to swipe it down on Gabriel.
"Seize that sword of yours colonel!" Cornwallis ordered.
Tavington clutched his sword handle tight but kept it still inches away from Gabriel's neck. Ben pushed it away and stood in front of his son.
"Now, what is the meaning of attacking this poor boy colonel and let me warn you, it better be good." Cornwallis warned him.
Tavington turned around.
"Sir, these people attacked me and my soldiers this man here committed treason by putting it in writing and hanging it up around this town. I thought killing his son would teach him not to ever turn his back on England and your majesty again." Tavington explained.
Cornwallis eyes him.
"And where are these treason signs at colonel?" Cornwallis asked.
Tavington turned around and was about ready to point at the sign, but realized it was no longer there. Tavington looked around, no signs were up. Ben grinned to himself; he had been the one that took them down.
"I swear my lord they were just here." Tavington replied looking around trying to find one.
Ben ripped a piece of his sleeve and wrapped it around Gabriel's palm.
"Funny colonel, I see nothing. Is this some kind of sick joke?" Cornwallis asked getting angry.
"No my lord, they were just up, I -"
"No more. Head back to camp, we will discuss this in private." Cornwallis replied.
"But my lord-"
"No buts colonel, now!" Cornwallis shouted.
Tavington was silent.
"Yes my lord." He said then put his sword away.
Ben stood up.
"I apologize for what colonel Tavington done to you son, if there is anything I can do, just ask." Cornwallis replied,
"No, it's alright. There is no burden among you sir." Ben answered.
Gabriel was still half sitting, half lying as he watched his father talk to Cornwallis. Gabriel managed to stand up but then someone's hand covered his mouth and dragged him back. Tavington shoved Gabriel hardly up against a tree in the woods, holding him against the tree only with the hand over his mouth.
Gabriel's eyes widened a little.
"You might have lucked out this time boy, but I will promise you we WILL pick up where we left off and I'll get your father as well. And this next time, Cornwallis will NOT interrupt me. Just remember every time you think your safe, you better question yourself. And you think allowing Cornwallis to humiliate me in front of all these people were funny, yes you'll think it will be quite funny when ever I am ripping your fingernails off your hands. So until next time, good day." He hissed at him, then let him go and walked out of the woods, like nothing ever happened.
Gabriel staid there his back against the tree, breathing hardly, Tavington's words scaring him terribly.
-Nat-
When Harry, Benjamin, and Gabriel came in sight of the town they saw a large crowd, probably all the citizens of that town outside, shouting and cheering as they set a dummy of King George on fire. Gabriel's mouth dropped as he immediately looked over at his father who had a serious face on. Never before had Gabriel seen men behave like this. Harry grinned a little, the thought of that this little riot was against the British cause is what made him grin, but he noticed Gabriel's worried face.
"Well, maybe, Benjamin, I may get some recruits here. What about your oldest son? Gabriel, would you be willing to fight for this cause?" Harry asked looking over at Gabriel.
Gabriel quickly turned his head towards Harry who was looking back at him, waiting for an answer. Gabriel looked down and was trying to find the words.
"No, I will not allow my son to be in this Harry. If I am not, then neither is Gabriel." Ben answered for him.
Harry switched his glance to Ben.
"Benjamin, we're going to need a Martin in this fight." Harry answered him.
Ben looked at his friend.
"I am sorry but I do not think that, that will be happening." Ben replied.
Harry sighed and gave up by that time they reached in town and dismounted their horses, tying their reigns to a pole. Harry and Ben got lost in the large crowd quickly, walking around. Gabriel stood around and just looked. His black hat shaded his eyes from the sun as he peered through the crowd. He heard people cheer once they realized Harry was a solider and kept nagging him to make a speech.
Gabriel continued to look around then noticed Mr. Wilkins standing near a tree. Wilkins took notice of his and gave him an evil grin, then waved. Gabriel just stared back at him then managed to bring himself to wave back. Gabriel saw Wilkins shake his head, smiling, and then returned his glance over to Harry, who stood up on a little podium.
"Citizens of South Carolina, next Monday at dawn all people of South Carolina will be attending a meet in Charlestown concerning the redcoat threat. I am going to try my best to get the good colony of South Carolina to be the 9th colony to levy money for a continental army, an army that will go to war AGAINST England for your freedom!" Harry shouted at them, after he finished his sentence, people threw their fists in the air, shouting and cheering.
"Now I need each and every one of you to go to Charlestown Monday and vote with me! We have tried everything to get the ruthless British to bend our way, but THEY WILL NOT DO SO; therefore war is the only answer! We can gain freedom so our families will live better lives, or South Carolina can not enter this war as a result weakening the army and giving us a higher chance of loosing and then the British will come down even harder on us! Fair citizens, this war is one that we can no loose!" Harry shouted, the crowd cheering even louder.
Gabriel grinned as he saw Harry get the crowd all riled up but then a sound of horses caught his ear. Gabriel slowly turned, the opposite way of his house. He saw a good deal of horses, coming this way. Everyone else then grew quiet for they heard it as well and turned the same way as Gabriel, Harry looking over to the left. Gabriel's eye's widened as he took a step back, not believing what he was seeing.
"REDCOATS!" someone shouted.
People then started running everywhere, in panic, trying to find some place to hid, and others ripping down the signs. Harry jumped off the podium and ran to his horse. Gabriel turned as he saw Harry mount his horse and then take off running, disappearing into the woods. People ran into him and pushed him as he ran around trying to find him father in the crowd.
"Gabriel!" Ben shouted clasping his son's shoulders, thankful he found him.
"We need to get out of here!" Ben added, then started tugging Gabriel towards their horses.
Suddenly shots and smoke filled their air as redcoats jumped out from behind buildings, stopping people from going anywhere. Ben stopped dead in his tracks, Gabriel running into him. Gabriel looked around in fear as he saw the British surround them.
"Father, this isn't good! They're not even suppose to be over here!" Gabriel shouted to him.
"Makes the most sense, I don't see why they wouldn't, we are at war with them!" Ben shouted back. Soon every redcoat had their gun aiming at the people of the town. Ben pushed Gabriel behind him and slowly raised his hands, as did others, not moving. The redcoats, too, did not move, only kept their aim on a target. Women clutched their children into them, scared to death and others buried themselves in their husbands. Gabriel saw Ben turn around at a noise of the galloping horses getting dangerously closer.
"Oh god." Ben breathed heavily.
Gabriel switched his eyes to them who know entered the town and stopped right in front of them. Ben then maneuvered Gabriel and him to the back of the crowd and unexpecidatly shoved him into a window, into a store. Gabriel stumped back in the store, landing on his back and glass shattering around him.
"Father, what are you-''
"Shh! Stay there, you'll be safer there, or they will surly use you against me, so do as I say and stay low to the ground." Ben whispered then disappeared into the crowd.
Gabriel made a motion to get up but the sound of a gun firing kept him to the ground. Gabriel groaned then got to his feet and making sure to keep close to the ground he crept towards the stairs and went up to the 2nd floor. Gabriel squatted down next to a window, peering out of it, over the crowd of people who, he could see, were terrified.
"The Green Dragoons." He told himself once he noticed what they were.
His attention went to a man who dismounted his horse. He frowned as his eyes lay upon him. He was quite tall, built, and a dangerous gleam in his ice-cold eyes. He watched the man take a couple of steps toward the people, which he had fairly good posture. The man looked at the frightened people and just smiled at them. Wilkins stood near a building, in the shadows. He looked around, and then frowned.
"Good day good people of this town. I am Colonel William Tavington. And let me be the first to warn all of you, when you see me coming, it is never a good thing." Tavington said coldly.
No one spoke but just stared back at him. Tavington looked around, then something caught his eye. One of his eyebrow raised he walked over to a post and ripped a wooden sign off of it. He read the words on it and then looked evilly at the mob of people.
"What is this?" Tavington asked holding up the anti British sign.
Everyone looked away or down and no one spoke.
"Alright then, who made this?" Tavington demanded in a stricter tone.
Again, no one answered. Anger boiling in him he threw the sign down.
"WHO MADE THIS!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, causing people to jump, but no one talked.
"Alright then, I am assuming you need persuasion." He said then grabbed a little girl's hand, ripping her from the hands of her mother.
The little girl screamed and the mother tried to pull her away form Tavington but other British officers restrained her from doing so. Tavington grabbed a handful of her hair holding her still, her screams made Gabriel wince.
"I am going to ask once more, who made this sign!?" Tavington bellowed again.
"Please! Don't hurt her! I don't know, I swear, please let her go!" Her mother said in between sobs.
"No one?" Tavington asked looking at the rest of the crowd. Ben looked around.
"I did!" Ben shouted, everyone turned and most gasped. Gabriel felt his heart stop as he saw his father walk to the front of the crowd. Tavington looked at him.
"Very well." Tavington replied then shot the gun at the girl's head.
People shouted in fear and the mother's scream echoed the air. Gabriel shot up, staring horrified at the little girl's dead body.
"That was for not coming clean sooner, maybe you should not hesitate and make me mad. Now for your punishment of treason." Tavington replied throwing his pistol at a British officer, who then handed him a new, loaded one.
Gabriel gasped then immediately pulled out his pistol, aimed and fired it. The bullet shattered the glass and landed in Tavington's bicep, causing him to drop the gun. Taking the advantage Ben turned around and got lost in the crowd. British people ran to help Tavington and some ran after Ben. The crowd of people resisted, punching British soldiers down and not allowing them to get to Ben. Ben ran behind a building, taking cover and hiding. Gabriel grinned to himself then felt someone grab him and within minutes he took notice of a very sharp knife under his throat.
"Did you think that was funny Gabriel Martin?" A voice asked.
Gabriel's eyes widened. He didn't know how but whoever grabbed him knew his name. Gabriel struggled but it only brought his neck closer to the shiny metal of the knife.
"Don't bother Martin, I'm way stronger than you." The voice warned him.
Desperate then threw his head back into the other person's head, causing the man to loosen his grip on Gabriel. Instantly he threw his elbow into the man's gut, making him hunch over, and Gabriel punched him in the face. Now free, Gabriel shot down the stairs, not taking the time to see who that was or waiting to see if he was knocked out. Gabriel jumped down the last the stairs and ran for the back door. He was about ready to grab the handle and shove him outside when suddenly Tavington, only with 3 other redcoats busted in, in hopes to find shelter from the crowd of people trying to kill them.
"Well what have we here?" Tavington asked himself grabbing Gabriel by the neck and shoving him back inside.
Gabriel swallowed hardly as he looked into Tavington's eyes.
"You might just be the thing to get us out of this jam. Perfect." Tavington told him smiling.
Gabriel thought quickly, then suddenly punched Tavington hard in the face with his gun. Tavington stumbled back into the other officers and Gabriel shot across the room.
"Get that boy now! NO ONE does that to me and gets away with it, hurry you fools!" Tavington shouted at them as he whipped away some blood from his mouth.
Gabriel ran across the room to a different door. But a redcoat shoved it shut. Gabriel looked at him while the redcoat drew his sword. Gabriel ducked as the redcoat swung the swords at him, ducking the blow. Gabriel moved backward slowly, but Tavington grabbed him from behind, wrapping his arm around Gabriel's throat. He immediately threw his hands up and clutched the bicep of Tavington's arm. Tavington held Gabriel close to him with only one arm and with the other drew a short knife. With Tavington's free hand he managed to pyre one of Gabriel's hands away from his arm and with one quick motion he shoved the knife deep into his palm. Gabriel's mouth dropped in pain. Tavington felt Gabriel squirm against his grip trying to get the pain to go away.
"Yes, that wasn't a very smart thing to do now was it son?" Tavington whispered into Gabriel's ear. Gabriel could feel his blood oozing from his hand and dripping off of his fingers. Gabriel clenched his teeth together, trying to block the pain out.
"No?" Tavington asked then shoved his knife deeper into his hand. Gabriel made a noise of pain but kept his teeth clenched together. The officers just stared at them, feeling sorry for Gabriel but not daring to do anything about.
"Was it smart?" He asked him.
Gabriel breathed hardly, thinking it would help dull the pain and shook his head no.
"Oh, what was that?" Tavington asked.
"No." He managed to say.
Tavington grinned.
"That's what I thought." He said then yanked the knife out of his hand and allowed it to drop to the ground.
Tavington felt Gabriel's body relax against his, glad it was out of his hand.
"Gentlemen." Tavington called to his soldiers, and then dragged Gabriel up to the 2nd floor, the 3 redcoats following him. Tavington led them into the room that Gabriel was in earlier. Tavington then placed one leg out of the window.
"What are you doing!?" Gabriel said frightened.
"Shut up, you don't want to make me mad." Tavington warned then stepped out onto the roof, dragging Gabriel with him, the 3 redcoats following.
Tavington grabbed a pistol with his free hand and held it up above his head and fired it, getting everyone's attention.
"The next person to touch a British solider, this boy dies!" Tavington shouted loudly.
Everyone looked up and then froze. They knew who Gabriel was and they knew whose son he was, so no one moved. Ben's eyes widened once he saw Gabriel and his head boiled once he saw his blood caked hand. Gabriel then struggled violently, almost getting free, but not quite. Tavington knew he was loosing control, so he sent the heel with the brass metal stirs into Gabriel's shin, the stirs cutting his flesh. The pain sent him off the leg and he closed his eyes in pain. If it weren't for Tavington holding him he would have fallen off the roof.
"Tavington!" A man yelled. Gabriel and Tavington looked over at the person who yelled that. It was Lord Cornwallis. Tavington's mouth dropped in annoyance and Gabriel's mouth dropped in happiness.
"Yes, my lord." Tavington yelled at him, keeping the knife to Gabriel's throat.
"Get down here now!" Cornwallis ordered.
The people kept quiet pretending that nothing ever happened. Soon enough Tavington walked out of the building, still have a hold of Gabriel. Ben got out of his hiding place.
"Release that boy this instant!" Cornwallis shouted.
"But my lord, -"
"NO BUTS COLONEL. RELEASE THAT BOY NOW!" Cornwallis shouted at him. Tavington clenched his teeth together but threw him down, free. Ben ran up to Gabriel grabbing him and looking him over. Ben took his bloody hand and examined it.
"My son, are you alright?" Ben asked breathless hugging him.
Gabriel hugged him back.
"This is YOUR son, well I should have killed him when I had the chance to teach you a lesson about treason." Tavington said getting out his sword and getting ready to swipe it down on Gabriel.
"Seize that sword of yours colonel!" Cornwallis ordered.
Tavington clutched his sword handle tight but kept it still inches away from Gabriel's neck. Ben pushed it away and stood in front of his son.
"Now, what is the meaning of attacking this poor boy colonel and let me warn you, it better be good." Cornwallis warned him.
Tavington turned around.
"Sir, these people attacked me and my soldiers this man here committed treason by putting it in writing and hanging it up around this town. I thought killing his son would teach him not to ever turn his back on England and your majesty again." Tavington explained.
Cornwallis eyes him.
"And where are these treason signs at colonel?" Cornwallis asked.
Tavington turned around and was about ready to point at the sign, but realized it was no longer there. Tavington looked around, no signs were up. Ben grinned to himself; he had been the one that took them down.
"I swear my lord they were just here." Tavington replied looking around trying to find one.
Ben ripped a piece of his sleeve and wrapped it around Gabriel's palm.
"Funny colonel, I see nothing. Is this some kind of sick joke?" Cornwallis asked getting angry.
"No my lord, they were just up, I -"
"No more. Head back to camp, we will discuss this in private." Cornwallis replied.
"But my lord-"
"No buts colonel, now!" Cornwallis shouted.
Tavington was silent.
"Yes my lord." He said then put his sword away.
Ben stood up.
"I apologize for what colonel Tavington done to you son, if there is anything I can do, just ask." Cornwallis replied,
"No, it's alright. There is no burden among you sir." Ben answered.
Gabriel was still half sitting, half lying as he watched his father talk to Cornwallis. Gabriel managed to stand up but then someone's hand covered his mouth and dragged him back. Tavington shoved Gabriel hardly up against a tree in the woods, holding him against the tree only with the hand over his mouth.
Gabriel's eyes widened a little.
"You might have lucked out this time boy, but I will promise you we WILL pick up where we left off and I'll get your father as well. And this next time, Cornwallis will NOT interrupt me. Just remember every time you think your safe, you better question yourself. And you think allowing Cornwallis to humiliate me in front of all these people were funny, yes you'll think it will be quite funny when ever I am ripping your fingernails off your hands. So until next time, good day." He hissed at him, then let him go and walked out of the woods, like nothing ever happened.
Gabriel staid there his back against the tree, breathing hardly, Tavington's words scaring him terribly.
