The Battle
Guns firing.
Smoke filling the air.
People being shot left and right, screaming in agony. Those who get hit in a leg or arm crawl to safety only to be trampled to death by their fellow soldiers fleeing the battle. There's nowhere to turn for every direction is death. Only a few lucky ones reach it to safety, but only a few. The British seem to be winning and that gives them more strength to go on. There's red everywhere, but it's not just the uniforms, it's the blood.
The cavalry have just arrived and begin shooting down any Continental soldiers they see. General McLeen and Colonel Rogers are off away from the actual fighting on their horses. They watch intently as their troops move forward. A charge hasn't been made and it doesn't seem that they need one for the Continentals have courage even as their fellows fall to the bloody ground.
More guns firing and more smoke fills the air. Canons go off and explode, sending men flying everywhere. A house goes up in flames and Rogers smirks.
"You think it's funny? Yes, perhaps it is." McLeen says. "But you wouldn't be laughing if it was your home, now would you?" She heads off in the direction of Lieutenant McCaffrey and Colonel Rogers frowns. Ever since the ball last week she has been in a strange mood. She would take more days off from paperwork than she usually did. He had heard rumors that she was infatuated with Major Tavington.
"Lieutenant, send the militia out there. We want to surround the Continental Army and then fire like there's no tomorrow, got it?" she says in a stern voice. He nods and gallops to the other officers to tell them the plan.
Surprisingly Major Tavington comes up beside her on his own horse. "I can't stand it any longer. It is sickening that I just wait here. I need to do something!" she says.
"But what? You're not thinking of going into battle are you? That's ridiculous!" he shouts over the enemy's canon that hits near them.
"Just because you don't want me to fight doesn't mean anything. And do not question my judgment. I am after all your superior officer. Ha!" her horse races to the outer ridge of the battle scene and she dismounts. Tavington comes up to her and dismounts too.
"If you fight, then I fight also." He says. They pull out their swords and pistols and run forward.
Almost instantly their soldiers and the enemy's soldiers surround them. Tavington looks over at her and almost cries out as she beheads a man. Boy, is she murderous with a sword! He continues to fight and almost looses his sword in the process. He can hardly see anything for another canon had hit nearby and a cloud of smoke had formed. He just went on shooting and slicing anyone without a red uniform on. He couldn't see McLeen anymore and was worried. He didn't want her to fight. He wanted her to be safe. The smoke cleared just as he saw his worst nightmare come to life.
Everything happened in slow motion. One moment McLeen was pulling her sword out of the back of someone, the next she had a surprised look on her face and grabbed her stomach. She had been shot. Tavington tried to make his way to her but kept getting caught up in the way. She was now on her knees and her face was contorted in pain. Just as he almost reached her, a Continental soldier drew up his bayonet and stabbed McLeen in the back. She screamed and fell.
"Alexandria!" he yelled and fought back sobs. He had finally made his way to her a quickly sliced through her killer with his sword. He dropped to his knees and rolled her over. She was still alive but just barely. She reached up and touched his jaw. There was a trickle of blood oozing out of her mouth.
"William, can you believe it? The great General McLeen was shot and stabbed in battle. Wait until the paper comes out." She said slowly and tried to smile.
"Shh! Don't speak." All other sound had disappeared from his ears except her voice. He wasn't aware that the battle was moving away and they were left alone, surrounded only by the bodies of dead men and horses.
"William, I-I love y-you." She stuttered and closed her eyes. Her misery and pain was over. She was dead.
Something else died with her. It was William Tavington's heart. He could never love another and was bound for revenge. That is how he came under Lord Cornwallis's command and became the Colonel of the cavalry. He was known for his viciousness in battle long after. They even say he carried a lock of Alexandria Tudor's hair.
Guns firing.
Smoke filling the air.
People being shot left and right, screaming in agony. Those who get hit in a leg or arm crawl to safety only to be trampled to death by their fellow soldiers fleeing the battle. There's nowhere to turn for every direction is death. Only a few lucky ones reach it to safety, but only a few. The British seem to be winning and that gives them more strength to go on. There's red everywhere, but it's not just the uniforms, it's the blood.
The cavalry have just arrived and begin shooting down any Continental soldiers they see. General McLeen and Colonel Rogers are off away from the actual fighting on their horses. They watch intently as their troops move forward. A charge hasn't been made and it doesn't seem that they need one for the Continentals have courage even as their fellows fall to the bloody ground.
More guns firing and more smoke fills the air. Canons go off and explode, sending men flying everywhere. A house goes up in flames and Rogers smirks.
"You think it's funny? Yes, perhaps it is." McLeen says. "But you wouldn't be laughing if it was your home, now would you?" She heads off in the direction of Lieutenant McCaffrey and Colonel Rogers frowns. Ever since the ball last week she has been in a strange mood. She would take more days off from paperwork than she usually did. He had heard rumors that she was infatuated with Major Tavington.
"Lieutenant, send the militia out there. We want to surround the Continental Army and then fire like there's no tomorrow, got it?" she says in a stern voice. He nods and gallops to the other officers to tell them the plan.
Surprisingly Major Tavington comes up beside her on his own horse. "I can't stand it any longer. It is sickening that I just wait here. I need to do something!" she says.
"But what? You're not thinking of going into battle are you? That's ridiculous!" he shouts over the enemy's canon that hits near them.
"Just because you don't want me to fight doesn't mean anything. And do not question my judgment. I am after all your superior officer. Ha!" her horse races to the outer ridge of the battle scene and she dismounts. Tavington comes up to her and dismounts too.
"If you fight, then I fight also." He says. They pull out their swords and pistols and run forward.
Almost instantly their soldiers and the enemy's soldiers surround them. Tavington looks over at her and almost cries out as she beheads a man. Boy, is she murderous with a sword! He continues to fight and almost looses his sword in the process. He can hardly see anything for another canon had hit nearby and a cloud of smoke had formed. He just went on shooting and slicing anyone without a red uniform on. He couldn't see McLeen anymore and was worried. He didn't want her to fight. He wanted her to be safe. The smoke cleared just as he saw his worst nightmare come to life.
Everything happened in slow motion. One moment McLeen was pulling her sword out of the back of someone, the next she had a surprised look on her face and grabbed her stomach. She had been shot. Tavington tried to make his way to her but kept getting caught up in the way. She was now on her knees and her face was contorted in pain. Just as he almost reached her, a Continental soldier drew up his bayonet and stabbed McLeen in the back. She screamed and fell.
"Alexandria!" he yelled and fought back sobs. He had finally made his way to her a quickly sliced through her killer with his sword. He dropped to his knees and rolled her over. She was still alive but just barely. She reached up and touched his jaw. There was a trickle of blood oozing out of her mouth.
"William, can you believe it? The great General McLeen was shot and stabbed in battle. Wait until the paper comes out." She said slowly and tried to smile.
"Shh! Don't speak." All other sound had disappeared from his ears except her voice. He wasn't aware that the battle was moving away and they were left alone, surrounded only by the bodies of dead men and horses.
"William, I-I love y-you." She stuttered and closed her eyes. Her misery and pain was over. She was dead.
Something else died with her. It was William Tavington's heart. He could never love another and was bound for revenge. That is how he came under Lord Cornwallis's command and became the Colonel of the cavalry. He was known for his viciousness in battle long after. They even say he carried a lock of Alexandria Tudor's hair.
