Chapter Two
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Patricia Kellings wore black.
Ever since her husband had been fatally shot in his home by Tavington for assault on an officer, she had swore revenge.
She remembered the night quite clearly...
Flashbacks...
Crack.
Patty had said nothing as she watched her husband die, his blood pooling out. Upon his horse, Tavington sat, his pistol aimed at the dead figure of Eric Kellings, lest he might need it again. He blew the thin wisp of smoke from the head of it, and put it back in it's holster.
He wasn't showing off. He just didn't care.
"Your husband?" he asked nonchalantly. He wasn't looking at her.
Patricia said nothing. Tears of anger burned down her cheeks. She kneeled next to the body.
"Well, he's dead now, isn't he? Surely he must be in a better place then this; then again, now he's out of this world, it seems so much... cleaner," he said. He laughed at his own cruel joke and kicked his horse.
Patricia looked up.
"Monster!" she screamed.
Tavington halted, and barely looked over his shoulder.
"What was that?" he asked.
"You filthy, bloody monster!" she cried, defiantly to the back of his head.
There was a pause, and Tavington turned his head away. She was a waste of time. He didn't move.
'You've done it now,' Patricia thought, 'He's going to kill you.'
"Bordon!" the colonel called.
"Yes, Colonel?"
"Deal with the woman. Burn the house when you are done."
Bordon froze. "But sir, we are not allow-"
Tavington cut him off. He stepped off his horse. "Bordon, are you going to argue with me..." he pulled the pistol from his pocket and reloaded it, "...Or will I have to come over there and see to it that you follow my orders personally?"
Bordon looked at Patricia, her husband, and back at Tavington.
"Yes, sir," he said.
Tavington got back on his horse and started off.
Bordon whispered, "Don't you dare tell him I'm doing this, or he'll kill me." He took Patricia, threw her on the ground, smeared some blood on her side, and fired his pistol into the air. She lay still, with her eyes closed.
She heard Bordon riding away, and the two men talking.
"Really? She went without a fight?" the colonel asked.
"Yes, sir," Bordon said.
There was a silence, and Tavington got off his horse. Patricia heard him walking over. She heard the click off a gun above her. Freezing, she knew what was to come.
A silence, then-
BAM.
She felt the bullet rip through her, and she screamed and writhed on the ground.
Tavington was walking away.
"Let it be known, Bordon, if you can't kill a woman, I will."
They rode off.
Patricia blacked out.
End Flashbacks
That night had been the scariest of her life. Her neighbors had found her half dead, in the rubble of her burned home. For weeks, she had been resting. She had a shattered pelvis.
Every day, as the medicine she took kept her awake, only one thought crossed her head.
'I swear, I'm going to kill you.'
