The morning sun burned my eyes as they tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. I tried stretching but unfortunately my kidnapper had my hands tied and feet bound. Body aching, I slowly found a way to sit up. The wagon was still moving, so I assume we must still be running from whatever I was leaving. Although I hated to admit it, this was the most time I had ever felt free after Huck left. The words set in painfully, would I ever see him again, would our hands hold the familiar grasp that I had once loved. I had done everything he had told me to do, everything and nothing had played out as he told me it would. The wagon began to jerk more frequently now. Great, I thought, the idot took this beast off road, brilliant. Sliding around the back, I began to feel the wagon shifting its weight, then suddenly CRACK! Oh no, now what? I could hear the frustrated groans from the man in the front. I smiled to myself, that's just what he deserved. For once Karma was on my side. Hearing the footsteps start to come around I knew that he was going to make me walk, and quickly I devised a plan.
Great, how could this have happened, that country road looked safe, but who knew it could be so rough. Guess I was over confident on my driving skills, and now we would have to walk the rest of the way, and even better I will most likely have to listen to Winnie the whole way. Winnie….Winnie, her name sounded so sweet to my ears like a song that I used to hear a long time ago. How could I focus with such thoughts in my head, why was I growing so close to her? My mind was tearing my morals to shreds, making me rethink everything, but I knew that I had to do this, to make that family pay for what they did to my father. Eyes focused, head high.
Tuck's Perspective:
My ride slowly pulled into what I knew was Winnie's house, everything looking the same since the day I left my true love, but it was missing something. I could not see into the house for the shutters were drawn, and there was no smiling girl to greet me. Something was dreadfully wrong, where was Winnie! I knocked on there door and before I could move my hand back to my side it was open. "Winnie!" the poor woman looked tired and it appeared she had not slept in days.
"No miss, I'm not Winnie," I told her as her eyes searched around as if trying to see for miles. "If you don't mind me asking, where is Winnie. I'm an old friend of hers and I was stopping here to meet her." The woman looked at me, as if I had reopened a wound simply by saying Winnie's name, and as she invited me in, the feeling about my love only got more anxious and worried for her. There were pictures of her face on posters scattered everywhere and everything was black.
"Sit down ,"she told me, her face beginning to become moist. "Winnie, my dear Winnie, she is gone, taken from us from a suitor who I thought was perfect for her. I was so ansioux, and she didn't seem to mind, so I let them go on a ride. However, minutes turned into hours, and they weren't back. I fear she has been kidnapped." The poor old woman burst into tears, and I could only sit there, frozen in time, my heart breaking bit by bit. I sat there dazed, trying to move, to say something, but I couldn't. I sat there with the old woman for hours, with her crying and myself sitting there stunned. It wasn't until much later that I gathered my senses back together and stood.
"Don't worry, I'm going to get Winnie back for the both of us!" With that I left her there, with a new fire in me to find my love, and take revenge on the poor man who thought he had won.