Warning in advance for major Character death.
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Chapter 13: A Little Fall of Rain

"This barricade and all the others throughout the towns aren't to remain here, Hawks has ordered us to take them down any way we can. Give up now or we'll be forced to shoot." The students remained behind the barricade as the gruff voice rang out again. Blinking in the rain, Randall addressed his team just loud enough for the police to hear.

"Have faith, they can't attack us. We have the people on our side."

"Nobody is coming to help you. The citizens are peacefully at home while you continue your foolishness out here. Come out calmly and we won't need to hurt anyone." Randall clenched his fist.

"They're lying. As soon as we head out there we'll be shot." He leant up slightly to peer through the crack in a wooden board. "We just need to hold them off until reinforcements arrive." There was a gunshot to the side of the building that Dalston was leaning against, making him and several others jump. "Or we could try and get rid of them now. Grab your guns everyone-" he lowered his voice "Avoid hitting anyone. But if they try and shoot one of us, ruin them." Another shot rang out as they gathered their supplies. Randall looked up to see the leader of the opposition, Chelmey, instructing his men to load their weapons as well. He gave Aurora a lift up to the taller part of the barricade and set his gun just over the top. "FIRE." A rain of bullets pummelled towards the officers, narrowly missing the front line and falling into the puddles on the floor.

"I see you've refused to give up then. I'm sorry to say this, but you've officially declared an attack against London. Boys, return their fire." The students ducked back down as they retaliate, one stray bullet nearly hitting Luke's hat off. As the officers realised how few students there were, they advanced towards them with guns raised. At that point the rain began to clear, the officers marching over the still wet stones.

"Randall they're approaching, how do we hold them off?" Another shot fired and Randall covered his ears. There's a scream from beyond the barricade.

"I don't know, Janice. I expected we'd have more recruits by now." From the backgrounds, a figure approached carrying a blazing torch. Clive, he had been sat in the background listening and waiting. He knew it was obvious that someone was going to get hurt unless those officers left. But there was nobody that could get rid of them. Did he really want to sit there and watch his friends die one by one? No. He lifted the flame above his head in full view of the officers; several aimed their guns at him.

"I wouldn't do that. We've got a pile of guns here, and I've got this fire. Now get back before I blow up the Barricade and kill you all myself." Arianna gasped and Dalston started yelling at him to get down. Chelmey stepped forwards and pointed towards him.

"If you blow it up you'll take yourself with it!" They were dead either way, so there was really nothing to lose

"And I'll take myself with it." He moved it closer to the guns, a look of seriousness in his eyes. Chelmey hesitated for a moment before turning round.

"The boy's bloody insane. Fall back, FALL BACK." As they retreated, Clive blew the torch out with a smile as Luke tackled him.

"What the 'ell were you thinking Clive! You could've killed us all." Clive simply ruffled his hair.

"I didn't though." Dalston was clearly refraining himself from screaming at him.

"I honestly thought we were all dead, because of that, you can go out the front and get all our bullets back." Clive hit his shoulder and checked over the top of the barricade. There weren't any soldiers, but there was…

"Wait Randall… there's someone beside the barricade. Are we missing anybody?" A quick head count confirmed that everyone was there " I'll go and check, they look like they're part of ours." He climbed down over the ladders and called out to them. "Wait, sir! Are you involved the Revolution?" The person nodded, so he headed towards them. There were no clear weapons so he knew that he was at least safe for now. As he got near to them he could make out their face.

"Clive… I got the letter to her, her father said she'd read it."

"Emmy? What are you doing here; I said not to come back." Emmy waved her hand around, breathing heavily.

"No, you said you didn't care. I came back to help." She paused for a second to lean forwards. "It must have been a really long way, I'm so tired now." She stumbled for a moment; Clive placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You should come with us behind the Barricade. They could be regrouping any time."

"No, I don't think…"

"What do you mean?" Clive noticed that Emmy was suddenly breathing very harshly.

"I don't think I can." She falls fully that time, Clive barely catching her. He could feel something warm against her wet hair. He lifted his hand to see it stained red. Clive's eyes began to water, but he tried to keep a straight face as Emmy looked up at him

"Emmy, I'm need to take your coat off you, is that alright?"

"Yeah…" he unbuttoned it slowly and saw worse than he expected. A large pool of blood, spread like a flower and staining her yellow vest a dark, ugly red. One of the police shots seemed to have hit its mark.

"You're hurt; I need to get you over there now." Emmy lifts a hand to her stomach.

"It's just a little damp s'all. It's raining, you gotta expect that." Her words began slurring as Clive moved them both to lie down. She hadn't even seemed to have noticed her injury, she was either in shock was just trying to believe she was fine.

"The rain's stopped. Emmy…. Emmy, you're dying". Emmy looked down at where her hand was.

"Oh…. Did I get shot?" Clive nodded solemnly. "I just wanted to fight them…. But I didn't have a gun to…." Clive stayed silent as she spoke, he words fading out before she finishes her sentences. "I'm sorry for coming back." Clive stroked the back of her hair.

"Don't apologise. I can't stop you from living your life Emmy" He choked slightly at his choice of words "I'm sorry that I've been trying to. Now come on, let's get you over there. Arianna should be able to-"

"No Clive…. I'm not going to make it, there's no reason to upset all of them."

"Well I'm not just gonna let you die out here alone." He hooked an arm underneath her, intending to help her up

""I'm not alone. She whispered "I've got one of my best friends right here."

"If that's what you want."

"Can you do me a favour? Tell the others I'm sorry as well. Especially Luke, I've known him since he was little." She laughed slightly "He used to stay in the old inn, back before it was a hell hole, but he moved out when he was no more than a kid. Don't let him get hurt, okay?" Clive looked up as tears threaten to fall.

"This is all my fault… If I hadn't sent you with the letter-"

"I'd probably still have been shot. Don't blame yourself." She sighed "Can you at least stay with me… Just until I'm gone?" Clive took a hold of her hand.

"Of course." Her elbows slackened as she smiled at him

"Thank you." The two stayed together, and as Emmy's grip on his hand loosened, he found himself beginning to cry.

"Clive, what's going on over there, they'll be regrouping soon." Randall called over the wall, not seeing where they were tucked away. He yelled again before Clive saw him climbing over the wall. "Clive you need to…" He stopped as he saw the concealed face that lay against the barricade. "Who is it?"

"Just help me get her over the Barricade." Randall turned and moved some of the debris out of the way, creating a small path. Clive took the body under his arms and carried her over past where the students were gathered. There were once again questions of who it was and if they were hurt. Clive laid her down on the floor noticing that, unusually, she was smiling.

"Her name was Emmy. Emmy Altava" There's an outcry from Luke, who tries to push himself to the front of the crowd. "She didn't have to come here but… she wanted to. She's braver than any of us here." The younger members approached, trembling. Luke flung himself to the floor, talking to her and trying to get her to wake up. "She wanted me to tell Luke, tell all of you, that she's sorry. But I say she has nothing to be sorry for."

"Her death may have been less extravagant that she'd have hoped, but it will not be in vain." Randall stepped away from moving the furniture back. "We fight here for her; the bastards who did this won't get off easily."