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CHAPTER 13: No More Games and Certainly No More You
Connor and Jack woke early to avoid being stopped by anyone else in the house. They quietly sneaked out the window, just in case there was someone who was already awake. Once outside and far enough away Connor read the note.
"The end is near, I shall say I am surprised that you got this away from your parents while still married to Jack. But now comes your toughest quest. To save your son, ye must sacrifice a love. This fight will not be easy, and the death most certainly hard. But for the love of a child I know you will survive. Head out of town and head east into the woods. You'll come upon an abandoned house. We'll be inside waiting. And Connor, I am truly sorry for about what ye are going to lose."
"That doesn't sound to nice." Connor stated after reading it. She and Jack began to walk east of town in silence.
"What do ye think you'll have to lose luv?" Jack finally asked, no longer able to hide from the inevitable.
"I don't know Jack. But I am willing to give whatever it is up for Tyler."
"What if it's me?" He asked, casting his eyes upon her.
"I don't want to think about that. I'd rather make a deal with him that it be me that dies. I just don't know, we'll have to wait and see."
They continued through the woods for well over seven hours, both running on adrenaline. Neither said anything to the other, both deep in their own world, preparing for this battle. By evening they arrived at the rundown house.
Jack grabbed Connor before they entered and turned her to face him. "No matter what happens luv, know that you're everythin' to me. I don't regret a single thing that's happened between us." He said, kissing her softly on the lips.
She answered with a smile and grabbed his hand. She led him into the house. Right inside the door was a piece of parchment pointing straight down the hallway. They followed it and found themselves at the end of the hallway following another piece of parchment pointing to the left.
The parchments continued until they arrived at a set of stairs leading down into the basement. The slowly descended the stairs, drawing their swords and preparing for what they would meet at the bottom. They could see nothing, as it was to dark.
They continued on, further into the basement, which was apparently a tunnel as it was so long. There was a dull light farther down and they approached it. Arriving at the light, they entered a much larger room, obviously used for hiding weapons and equipment.
"Jack." Connor whispered. But no reply came. She turned around to find Jack being held by three men. A pistol was pointed to his temple and his arms were being tied behind his back.
"Don't ye just love games Connor?" A voice asked from the shadows.
Connor tore her eyes from Jack to find Thompson standing on the other side of the chamber. In his arms was Tyler, in the same predicament as Jack, pistol pointed at his temple. She stood, frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do. But Thompson answered her unasked question.
"Ye have two paths laid out before ye. A husband and a son." Connor noticed Tyler staring at her and knew immediately, he knew. "Only one can survive, so now ye must chose. Like the note said, you'll have to sacrifice a love."
Connor found her voice, "Ye can't expect me to chose. I've another idea. Ye kill me, and let them go."
"Now ye see, you don't understand all the rules of the game. Only one can survive. Ye die either way. But the person you chose to save walks out of here, unharmed. Though scared with seeing two people killed before their eyes." Thompson chuckled.
"No more games Thompson. I'm through playing. You've put me through Hell this past few months, and I refuse to continue on like this. We will settle this the pirate's way, we'll fight." She said, bringing up her sword.
"Fine." He pushed Tyler away from him and over to where Jack was being held. "But just so ye know, once I kill you, I'll kill both Tyler and Jack also." He drew his sword.
"We'll see about that."
They began to fence, fighting fiercely. Neither opponent seemed willing to lose and forever be shamed. They said nothing, and fought in silence. They stared deep into each other's eyes, daring the other silently to make a mistake.
Connor was the first to make one. She wasn't able to parry one of Thompson's attacks, and he sliced her sword arm. Her sword flew over her hand and to the other side of the room. Thompson placed his sword to her throat and smiled.
"Seems that I win."
"You will never win." Connor said, using her left hand to draw her pistol.
Thompson saw this and drew his own. "Connor, come now. I am already sad to be killing to people, especially an innocent." He smirked at the expression on her face.
"How did ye know?" Connor asked.
"I can tell, been around enough whores when it happened to them." He raised his pistol and pointed it at her.
Both shot at the same time. Connor heard a thump as Thompson's body hit the ground. "Never mess with me family. No more games, and certainly no more you." She said, before the black surrounded her and she fell to the ground.
Short but sweet, one maybe two more chapters. PLEASE R&R!