Mary is a Mary Sue, in a way, I guess. After all, her name is Mary, right?
Lol. Anyways, and I accept that. This chapter's, interesting. There's
S/Jness. And it's wrong to own people, it's like slavery. For example,
Sarah and James. You can't own people. I mean, they're cartoon people, but
they still have voices, and looks, and personalities. Yeah, Sarah and James
and Henri and Moses aren't mine. It was so obvious, wasn't it? I own Lord
Windchaster and Mary, though. Mary's not gonna die.
Well, she is a spy, so she's kind of asking for it. But, who knows? Oh, and they didn't escape because James didn't know how AND he has to cover his story, Mary needs to eavesdrop on the Redcoats, Sarah would think it's wrong, and then there's the fact that her mom's coming from overseas. And also, there are guards outside. And they're in New York, because it would be kind of stupid if Mary got caught for spying in her own homestate and New York's way closer to Philadelphia anyways.
And it takes away from homework, but I don't care because our teachers are morons. Really. And Bookworm235, you should start writing. We TOTALLY need some new Liberty's Kids fics. And a category would be REALLY nice, HINT, HINT. And if anyone ever feels like bothering me, I have an AIM account. Because I'm special and this chapter is really long. And I'm rambling, Lorelai style, which is scary. But, I'm used to it.
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James was awoken way too early the next morning. He was still bleary-eyed as the guards dragged him along the cobblestone floor. He was so tired that he didn't even notice that Mary and Sarah were both worried out of their minds.
He finally awoke when his head hit a large stone and he looked up at his captors. They picked him up, him struggling futilely all the way. The two guards dropped him on a stone table in the middle of the room and left, locking the door behind them.
A creepy man stepped out of the shadows. He was short, with greasy white hair tied up in a ponytail. He had eerie gray eyes and wore bifocals. Not only that, but he was wearing a very fancy outfit and was extremely overweight. He grinned evilly and James shivered. The guards had tied him to the table and he could hardly move.
He pulled out some odd-looking tools and approached James. James, in spite of himself, was worried. The man pulled out a whip and turned James over. He thought for a moment and called to the guards.
The men charged in, untied James, and tied his arms and legs to the table. The man cut James shirt off and James scowled.
"Hey! That was my last shirt!" James yelled.
The man glared at James.
"Hello, Little Boy. I am Lord Windchaster, your worst nightmare," Lord Windchaster sneered.
James struggled against his bonds.
"You got that right. Eat a breathmint! And while I'm at it, get a life, lose some weight, and wash your hair! Oh, and watch who you're calling little; I'm taller than you!" James retorted.
The man scowled and whipped James.
"You'll pay for that, boy," Lord Windchaster hissed.
James winced from the impact and bit his lip to keep from screaming out in pain. Lord Winchaster smiled and continued whipping James. Angry red welts popped up on James pale back and he was biting his lip so hard it drew blood.
"What were you doing in our camp?" Windchaster snapped.
James scowled, wincing at the whip slashing across his skin.
"I-I work FOR Ben Franklin's PENNSYLVANIA Gazette. I was WORKING at the TIME!" James replied, occasionally screaming out in pain.
The sadistic torturer smiled evilly.
"Wrong thing to say, boy," Windchaster sneered, hitting him harder with the whip.
"Yes, I'm sure that's what happened," Windchaster continued sarcastically.
He scowled and produced a hammer. James' back tensed in anticipation.
"Tell me what you were really doing there," Windchaster said, deathly serious.
He then proceeded to hit James on the back hard with a hammer. Again and again. James' screams echoed through the air, worrying Sarah and Mary to near tears.
"I'll beat you until you're screaming my name, begging me to stop," Windchaster said, in a tone that nearly made James throw up.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I don't go that way. AAAAAAAAAAUUUGH!" James hollered.
Mary sighed, annoyed. She wanted these stupid guards to move down the hall. Lord Arvin Windchaster dropped the hammer and picked up a burning candle. James' back was covered in red welts, red skin turning into bruises, blood dripping everywhere. Arvin moved the candle over James' back, dripping hot wax unto James' back.
James moaned in pain.
"Why're you tormenting me? I don't know anything!" James screamed.
"Major Phillips' orders," Arvin replied creepily.
Finally, Mary could take it no more. She picked up the bowl that she had made soup in the night before and chucked it down the hall. The guard got up to check it out and she seized her chance, slipping through the bars and running down the hallway. She pulled the pin out of her dress and picked the lock quickly.
Before the guard came back, she was inside the room. Sarah was shocked, wondering what the younger girl was up to.
Mary glared menacingly at Lord Windchaster, hands on her hips.
"Get away from him, idiot!" Mary snapped angrily.
Windchaster laughed. Mary shook her head, scowling.
"You'll pay for that," Mary said evilly.
She removed a knife and rope from her dress. Mary had Windchaster hogtied in a corner within seconds. She slashed away at James' bindings and pulled him up, fleeing from the room. She opened the cell and leapt inside, slamming the cell door shut. James flopped unto the straw and Sarah and Mary began to work on him. Mary picked the lock again, running out to get some water and medicine.
Mary returned.
"You take care of him. I don't know much about first aid. Really," Mary begged Sarah.
Sarah nodded.
"The best I can, but, er, that's not much. Maybe we should get him to a doctor," Sarah suggested.
Mary nodded furiously. James moaned, semi-conscious.
"James? Are you all right?" Sarah asked worriedly.
James wearily opened his eyes.
"Do YOU think I'm alright? I've been whipped, smacked around with a hammer, and had hot wax dripped on my back. Yeah, Sarah, I'm just peachy," James snapped sarcastically.
Sarah glared at him.
"James, is it wrong for me to show a little concern for your well-being? You don't have to be so sarcastic about it," Sarah retorted.
Mary smirked.
"Oh, Sarah, can't you see that that's the only way he knows how to deal with your undying affection?" Mary cracked.
Sarah shot her a dirty look. James looked up, sweating, at Mary.
"And you think I'm delirious?" James replied smartly.
Mary rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm just stating the truth. Actually, I'm surprised that you didn't make a crack about her Britishness. You always seem to use that as an excuse. And, anyways, it's not like she denied it," Mary pointed out.
Sarah flushed.
"That is absolutely preposterous! I cannot believe that you would think that I actually see something in that little... REBEL!" Sarah exclaimed.
Mary shook her head and sighed.
"She's right, you know," James nodded.
"Okay, uh, can you carry him, Sarah?" Mary asked.
Sarah shook her head.
"Do I look it?" Sarah replied calmly.
Mary nodded thoughtfully.
"You know what, you're right. I'll just find a cart and ship him out of here," Mary replied calmly.
James looked up tiredly at them.
"Sarah, your Dad's trying to kill me," James said bluntly.
Both Sarah and Mary stared at James.
"He's definitely delusional. You better hurry up with that cart," Sarah replied matter-of-factly.
Mary nodded and slipped out the door again. She arrived, seconds later, with a wheelbarrow. She sighed and put her arm around James, helping him to stand up. She dragged him to the cart and he tried to kiss her. Mary's eyes widened and she pushed James off of her. He landed on Sarah. Sarah gently pushed him off her, because his lips had surprisingly hit their mark.
"What WAS that? Don't EVER do that again!" Mary screamed.
She smirked at Sarah, who was looking very startled. Sarah smiled a strained smile.
"Well, I guess you HAVEN'T suffered enough at the hands of the British," Sarah said, shocked.
Mary giggled and James looked up, rubbing his head.
"What happened? I feel like a coach ran over me," James groaned.
Mary smirked and Sarah flushed.
"Well, Sailor, you kissed Sarah," Mary grunted, grinning.
Sarah blushed the color of her hair and James' eyes widened.
"WHAT did I do?" James asked, horrified.
Mary grinned and Sarah shivered. Sarah pointed accusingly at Mary.
"Well, you were trying for HER!" Sarah said accusingly.
Mary smirked.
"Oh great, now I have to take a bath! I kissed a-a-a TORY!" James yelled, alarmed.
Mary laughed for a good five minutes and James kept looking from Mary to Sarah and back. Mary rolled her eyes.
"Come on, James. We're going to the doctor with you," Mary ordered, dragging James into the cart.
- Loren ;*
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Well, she is a spy, so she's kind of asking for it. But, who knows? Oh, and they didn't escape because James didn't know how AND he has to cover his story, Mary needs to eavesdrop on the Redcoats, Sarah would think it's wrong, and then there's the fact that her mom's coming from overseas. And also, there are guards outside. And they're in New York, because it would be kind of stupid if Mary got caught for spying in her own homestate and New York's way closer to Philadelphia anyways.
And it takes away from homework, but I don't care because our teachers are morons. Really. And Bookworm235, you should start writing. We TOTALLY need some new Liberty's Kids fics. And a category would be REALLY nice, HINT, HINT. And if anyone ever feels like bothering me, I have an AIM account. Because I'm special and this chapter is really long. And I'm rambling, Lorelai style, which is scary. But, I'm used to it.
Have I mentioned that I like reviews?
James was awoken way too early the next morning. He was still bleary-eyed as the guards dragged him along the cobblestone floor. He was so tired that he didn't even notice that Mary and Sarah were both worried out of their minds.
He finally awoke when his head hit a large stone and he looked up at his captors. They picked him up, him struggling futilely all the way. The two guards dropped him on a stone table in the middle of the room and left, locking the door behind them.
A creepy man stepped out of the shadows. He was short, with greasy white hair tied up in a ponytail. He had eerie gray eyes and wore bifocals. Not only that, but he was wearing a very fancy outfit and was extremely overweight. He grinned evilly and James shivered. The guards had tied him to the table and he could hardly move.
He pulled out some odd-looking tools and approached James. James, in spite of himself, was worried. The man pulled out a whip and turned James over. He thought for a moment and called to the guards.
The men charged in, untied James, and tied his arms and legs to the table. The man cut James shirt off and James scowled.
"Hey! That was my last shirt!" James yelled.
The man glared at James.
"Hello, Little Boy. I am Lord Windchaster, your worst nightmare," Lord Windchaster sneered.
James struggled against his bonds.
"You got that right. Eat a breathmint! And while I'm at it, get a life, lose some weight, and wash your hair! Oh, and watch who you're calling little; I'm taller than you!" James retorted.
The man scowled and whipped James.
"You'll pay for that, boy," Lord Windchaster hissed.
James winced from the impact and bit his lip to keep from screaming out in pain. Lord Winchaster smiled and continued whipping James. Angry red welts popped up on James pale back and he was biting his lip so hard it drew blood.
"What were you doing in our camp?" Windchaster snapped.
James scowled, wincing at the whip slashing across his skin.
"I-I work FOR Ben Franklin's PENNSYLVANIA Gazette. I was WORKING at the TIME!" James replied, occasionally screaming out in pain.
The sadistic torturer smiled evilly.
"Wrong thing to say, boy," Windchaster sneered, hitting him harder with the whip.
"Yes, I'm sure that's what happened," Windchaster continued sarcastically.
He scowled and produced a hammer. James' back tensed in anticipation.
"Tell me what you were really doing there," Windchaster said, deathly serious.
He then proceeded to hit James on the back hard with a hammer. Again and again. James' screams echoed through the air, worrying Sarah and Mary to near tears.
"I'll beat you until you're screaming my name, begging me to stop," Windchaster said, in a tone that nearly made James throw up.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I don't go that way. AAAAAAAAAAUUUGH!" James hollered.
Mary sighed, annoyed. She wanted these stupid guards to move down the hall. Lord Arvin Windchaster dropped the hammer and picked up a burning candle. James' back was covered in red welts, red skin turning into bruises, blood dripping everywhere. Arvin moved the candle over James' back, dripping hot wax unto James' back.
James moaned in pain.
"Why're you tormenting me? I don't know anything!" James screamed.
"Major Phillips' orders," Arvin replied creepily.
Finally, Mary could take it no more. She picked up the bowl that she had made soup in the night before and chucked it down the hall. The guard got up to check it out and she seized her chance, slipping through the bars and running down the hallway. She pulled the pin out of her dress and picked the lock quickly.
Before the guard came back, she was inside the room. Sarah was shocked, wondering what the younger girl was up to.
Mary glared menacingly at Lord Windchaster, hands on her hips.
"Get away from him, idiot!" Mary snapped angrily.
Windchaster laughed. Mary shook her head, scowling.
"You'll pay for that," Mary said evilly.
She removed a knife and rope from her dress. Mary had Windchaster hogtied in a corner within seconds. She slashed away at James' bindings and pulled him up, fleeing from the room. She opened the cell and leapt inside, slamming the cell door shut. James flopped unto the straw and Sarah and Mary began to work on him. Mary picked the lock again, running out to get some water and medicine.
Mary returned.
"You take care of him. I don't know much about first aid. Really," Mary begged Sarah.
Sarah nodded.
"The best I can, but, er, that's not much. Maybe we should get him to a doctor," Sarah suggested.
Mary nodded furiously. James moaned, semi-conscious.
"James? Are you all right?" Sarah asked worriedly.
James wearily opened his eyes.
"Do YOU think I'm alright? I've been whipped, smacked around with a hammer, and had hot wax dripped on my back. Yeah, Sarah, I'm just peachy," James snapped sarcastically.
Sarah glared at him.
"James, is it wrong for me to show a little concern for your well-being? You don't have to be so sarcastic about it," Sarah retorted.
Mary smirked.
"Oh, Sarah, can't you see that that's the only way he knows how to deal with your undying affection?" Mary cracked.
Sarah shot her a dirty look. James looked up, sweating, at Mary.
"And you think I'm delirious?" James replied smartly.
Mary rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm just stating the truth. Actually, I'm surprised that you didn't make a crack about her Britishness. You always seem to use that as an excuse. And, anyways, it's not like she denied it," Mary pointed out.
Sarah flushed.
"That is absolutely preposterous! I cannot believe that you would think that I actually see something in that little... REBEL!" Sarah exclaimed.
Mary shook her head and sighed.
"She's right, you know," James nodded.
"Okay, uh, can you carry him, Sarah?" Mary asked.
Sarah shook her head.
"Do I look it?" Sarah replied calmly.
Mary nodded thoughtfully.
"You know what, you're right. I'll just find a cart and ship him out of here," Mary replied calmly.
James looked up tiredly at them.
"Sarah, your Dad's trying to kill me," James said bluntly.
Both Sarah and Mary stared at James.
"He's definitely delusional. You better hurry up with that cart," Sarah replied matter-of-factly.
Mary nodded and slipped out the door again. She arrived, seconds later, with a wheelbarrow. She sighed and put her arm around James, helping him to stand up. She dragged him to the cart and he tried to kiss her. Mary's eyes widened and she pushed James off of her. He landed on Sarah. Sarah gently pushed him off her, because his lips had surprisingly hit their mark.
"What WAS that? Don't EVER do that again!" Mary screamed.
She smirked at Sarah, who was looking very startled. Sarah smiled a strained smile.
"Well, I guess you HAVEN'T suffered enough at the hands of the British," Sarah said, shocked.
Mary giggled and James looked up, rubbing his head.
"What happened? I feel like a coach ran over me," James groaned.
Mary smirked and Sarah flushed.
"Well, Sailor, you kissed Sarah," Mary grunted, grinning.
Sarah blushed the color of her hair and James' eyes widened.
"WHAT did I do?" James asked, horrified.
Mary grinned and Sarah shivered. Sarah pointed accusingly at Mary.
"Well, you were trying for HER!" Sarah said accusingly.
Mary smirked.
"Oh great, now I have to take a bath! I kissed a-a-a TORY!" James yelled, alarmed.
Mary laughed for a good five minutes and James kept looking from Mary to Sarah and back. Mary rolled her eyes.
"Come on, James. We're going to the doctor with you," Mary ordered, dragging James into the cart.
- Loren ;*
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