Hello all! This is a story I'm truly excited about. Don't chastise me if I
use Olde English spelling, it's how I run. Sadly, I don't own "The Patriot"
But I am a supreme self-lawyer, so don't sue me. Hope you enjoy, please
review.
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Thomas Martin sat on the ground weeping. His hands were bound, and a cloth was drawn over his eyes. He had spoken back to a British officer, and for it, he was to die. The Martins stood in horror on the porch as one among them was to be shot. Susan, the youngest of them all, clung to Margaret's skirt. She didn't want to see it, she was frightened. William Tavington stood at the ready, and cocked his handgun. As the trigger was to be pulled, Catharine blurted out.
"Wait," all eyes were upon her. "Please don't." Catharine Martin was the eldest girl of the Martin family. She was seconded only by Gabriel, she was a year younger. Catharine was willing to sacrifice everything to set her brother free. "What do you want Colonel Tavington? Money, food, shelter, harbors for British soldiers? I am willing to make sacrifice." William Tavington raised his eyebrows at the suggestion. He wasn't quite sure he understood. Catharine said bluntly. "Take me, and I'll be yours. You can do what you want with me. Wed me, sell me, enslave me. Take me in my brother's place. Please." Catharine was near tears herself.
Now, it was Colonel Tavington that spoke. "It is a bargain that is worth my while. I accept this female in place of her impetuous younger brother." Catharine's father, Benjamin Martin, held her arm fast.
He chided in her ear "He is fine, you don't need to do this. Stay Catharine, you're needed here now."
Catharine pulled away. She hugged everyone goodbye, and to her older brother, she said in a whisper. "Gabriel, be strong. I won't let him violate me, I knew you'd worry." Gabriel smiled a weak smile, and hugged goodbye to his sister and closest confidant. She left the porch with her chin held high. A single tear rolled down her face. Catharine mounted the rear of William Tavington's horse, and the brigade was gone in less than a moment.
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Okay, sorry I was so abrupt. It will get better once I get past character development. It's always hard to get any true story line into the first chapter. See you tomorrow all!
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Thomas Martin sat on the ground weeping. His hands were bound, and a cloth was drawn over his eyes. He had spoken back to a British officer, and for it, he was to die. The Martins stood in horror on the porch as one among them was to be shot. Susan, the youngest of them all, clung to Margaret's skirt. She didn't want to see it, she was frightened. William Tavington stood at the ready, and cocked his handgun. As the trigger was to be pulled, Catharine blurted out.
"Wait," all eyes were upon her. "Please don't." Catharine Martin was the eldest girl of the Martin family. She was seconded only by Gabriel, she was a year younger. Catharine was willing to sacrifice everything to set her brother free. "What do you want Colonel Tavington? Money, food, shelter, harbors for British soldiers? I am willing to make sacrifice." William Tavington raised his eyebrows at the suggestion. He wasn't quite sure he understood. Catharine said bluntly. "Take me, and I'll be yours. You can do what you want with me. Wed me, sell me, enslave me. Take me in my brother's place. Please." Catharine was near tears herself.
Now, it was Colonel Tavington that spoke. "It is a bargain that is worth my while. I accept this female in place of her impetuous younger brother." Catharine's father, Benjamin Martin, held her arm fast.
He chided in her ear "He is fine, you don't need to do this. Stay Catharine, you're needed here now."
Catharine pulled away. She hugged everyone goodbye, and to her older brother, she said in a whisper. "Gabriel, be strong. I won't let him violate me, I knew you'd worry." Gabriel smiled a weak smile, and hugged goodbye to his sister and closest confidant. She left the porch with her chin held high. A single tear rolled down her face. Catharine mounted the rear of William Tavington's horse, and the brigade was gone in less than a moment.
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Okay, sorry I was so abrupt. It will get better once I get past character development. It's always hard to get any true story line into the first chapter. See you tomorrow all!