(This fanfic is about the film The Patriot, but for this fanfic to work I have changed a few facts. Firstly, Colonel William Tavington does not die. Secondly, Ben Martin does. Thirdly, and this is the largest difference, the Americans do not win the way and so their country remains in England's clutches of control. So, if you're going to read this fanfic bear in mind these three facts. Now, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's not very good though as unfortunately the plot is mine.

Also I do not own The Patriot or the characters within it, just so y'all know.)

Chapter Five

Unfortunately, he did.

The next morning as Susan awoke and got ready for the new day by washing herself and getting dressed, she heard several horses. They were galloping and seemed to be heading towards the village. She looked out of the window to see who'd approach the village in such a manner, and saw just who she didn't want to see.

Colonel Tavington and several other ex-dragoons were approaching the village on horseback. They looked vastly superior, and were wearing their old uniforms. They probably did this to strike fear into the heart of the warriors. That's exactly what it did.

As the four men came into the village several people ran to their homes, women grabbed their children off the street, and men dropped whatever they held in case the men thought it was a weapon.

Tavington stayed on his horse as he addressed the villagers.

"I am looking for a woman." He announced loudly. "Her name is Susan Martin. Yesterday she disappeared from her home and I need to find her. Is she here?" he asked.

The mayor, Michael Simmons, approached Tavington timidly.

"No, my lord." He addressed Tavington as his superior, because the British were the rules here. Also, he knew how important Tavington was and he recognised him. "We have no such woman here." He replied, bowing his head humbly. Tavington looked down at the man as if he were an inferior; which in all honesty, he was.

"Are you sure? If you are lying, the punishment will be extreme." Tavington warned.

"Sire. We have no-one by the name of Susan Martin living in this village." Mr. Simmons informed him. "We have one woman, who arrived yesterday, but her name is not Susan."

Up in her room Susan gasped loudly. The fool; he'd given her away. She began forming a plan of escape immediately.

"What is her name, what does she look like?" Tavington asked curiously, in a harsh tone.

Marie, who had been outside her home listening, stepped forward.

"Her name is Fiona Shawman. What business do you have with her?" Marie asked Tavington, her eyes like slits. She was afraid of him, but she refused to show it.

Tavington turned his horse and looked at Marie. In her room Susan was begging him not to hurt Marie as she started gathering her clothes.

"I have business with her because I choose to have business with her. Must I remind you I am your superior, and you must obey my commands? Now, tell me… what does this Shawman lady look like?" Tavington repeated his question in a murderous tone, and Marie knew it wise not to disobey.

"She's smaller than me. Blonde curly hair. Blue eyes." Marie told him, not going into further detail as she wanted to make the description obscure. Tavington smirked in a cruel fashion.

"Bring her here." He ordered. Marie gulped but did as she was told. She walked into her house and up the stairs to Susan's room.

Susan wasn't there.