Chapter Twelve- Close Encounter
Pocahontas walked home in the cold air. It was starting to snow harder, and Pocahontas knew a storm was coming. She wrapped her shawl tighter around her and bent her head against the wind. She was wishing for some company when she saw a dark figure move near the woods. Pocahontas stopped.
"Nakoma?" She asked against the wind. The figure chuckled and stepped out.
"Do you really think you can save Smith, savage? The king believed me." It was Ratcliffe! Pocahontas gasped and began to back up. Ratcliffe stepped closer in the blinding storm and Pocahontas could barely see him.
"You! You did this! It's your fault John is going to die! It's your fault that he got whipped so badly!" She screamed at him. Ratcliffe smiled a sinister, evil smile.
"I did. And if you ask me, you and Smith both are getting what you deserve. Smith deserves to die and you deserve to suffer." Pocahontas narrowed her eyes to hide the hot tears that were coming.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"I want my glory back." Ratcliffe said.
"What do you mean?"
"I want my gold. I want Jamestown." Ratcliffe said.
"There is no gold!" Pocahontas screamed at him. She was also sick of the name Ratcliffe referred to her by. Ratcliffe drew his pistol.
"Say goodbye, savage." He said. Pocahontas ducked and ran behind the large man. Then she kicked him in the back and he fell face down into the snow. Then Pocahontas ran back towards the safety of John's arms.
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John was awakened to Pocahontas throwing herself in his arms, sobbing and shivering like crazy.
"Pocahontas! Are you alright?" He asked.
"You were right. He's back, John. Ratcliffe is back." Pocahontas sobbed out.
"What happened?" John asked, trying to warm her up.
"I was walking home in the storm and Ratcliffe stepped out. He asked me if I really thought I could save you. Then he pulled a gun. I ducked and ran as fast as I could back here." Pocahontas said. John was still trying to warm her.
"It's alright. He can't hurt you here." John said, trying to calm her down. "You need to stay here. Don't go back out there. Stay here until the storm is over." John said. Pocahontas nodded. She was alright with not going back out there alone!
"And please, Pocahontas, please be careful."
"I will, John. Don't worry about me."
Pocahontas finally stopped shivering. She was tired and she finally fell asleep in John's arms.
A/N- Special thanks to babyb26, who's written my first review for this story! Thanks, babyb26!