Here is the new chapter of Behind the Chained Fence xD I hope it works! I'm so so sorry for the late update! My dad actually helped me with this one! Plus! The song Call Me by Shinedown o.0 doesn't know why but hey, what ever gets me back into the grove right? Well, here it is! Remember! R&R! I don't own the characters besides the obvious ones; I do however own the plot :P
Copyright 2012
Jenna
He bolted up in bed, breathing heavily and sweating, His chest heaving with every breath as he rubbed his face with his hands. He glanced around the room twice and laid back down staring at his ceiling trying to catch his breath, rubbing his chest he let out a shaky breath. It burned on its way out causing him to wince. Closing his eyes, he thought of her; her face, smell, the feel of her skin on his.
"SIR! Master Bolton!" A servant screamed as she ran into his room. He shot up and glared at the young girl, she couldn't be more than 14. "We need to leave sir!" She said urgently, her once white face now filthy from soot.
"What in the world happened to you?" He muttered as he laid back down, rubbing his eye groggily. She stepped forward and tugged on his arm, her delicate fingers slipping causing her to stumble backwards. Troy looked at her in disbelief from her actions and sat up, concern now filling his expression.
"Fires, sir. You need to leave." She said hurriedly standing and rushing out of the door, a large crash came from downstairs causing him to stand up and tug on his pants. He stepped into his boots and hastily tied them.
Troy ran out of his room and stared out of the window at the end of the hall, he could see them. The fires, they were out of control. A servant was making his way toward Troy so he grabbed onto his forearm as he passed. "What caused this?"
"Bombers sir, German ones." Troy frowned and he quickly made his way down the hallway to the staircase, the familiar smacking of his boots quicker than his normal leisurely pace. Making his way into the parlor Troy came to a halt, there was no longer a parlor. In its place sat a horde of tables and officers, American ones.
A soldier looked at him and quickly pointed his gun at him, Troy's eyes widened and he held his hands up in surrender. The soldier quickly walked forward, grabbing Troy's jacket out of his hands. He pulled the pockets out, searching for weapons. Troy never carried a weapon unless he was in the camp. "Clean." The soldier handed Troy his jacket back, nodding for him to continue through.
"AH! Bolton, good to see you!" Meissen laughed at the frightened boy. He waved him forward and patted him on the back when he came to stand beside him.
"What is going on?" Troy asked, his hands starting to sweat. The smell was getting worse, how could he possibly have slept through all of this.
"Hitler…isn't very happy that the Americans are here. So…He sent bombers." An officer said with a sarcastic smile. Troy growled at him, his smile quickly disappeared.
"Where is the most damage?" Troy asked scanning the map in front of him on the table. An intelligence officer pointed and then began pointing to other points. On the third quadrant Troy sprinted out the door, Meissen and 3 officers following him.
3 weeks doesn't seem like a long time to most but to Troy, it was longer than he wish to live. The camp had been bombed and destroyed. Many Jews liberated by the American's many died due to the nutrient rich food their bodies could not handle. He had looked for her, he had not found her. He had not spoken to anyone over the matter and to be honest he was scared. The friendly feeling he would have as he walked her back to camp or the small glances they shared had meant the world to him.
"You're not to leave until we find her!" Meissen said to the American soldier who had tried to walk away from the distraught 23 year old.
"He isn't doing anything to help!" He replied.
"He is thinking! He misses her! Be a little considerate!" Breena said glaring at the tall male.
Troy sighed and looked around the rubble. He squinted his eyes and followed the road to the main square. Meissen following behind him knowing all too well what the look on Troy's face meant.
"She went looking for you." Daniel said walking up with a small child in his arms. "This is Rory. He saw Gabriella run to the main house."
Troy stepped forward to the child and he reached for him. The child stared at him for a bit before he reached for Troy as well. He clutched him tightly and stared at Meissen. "She is in the house." Troy stated shifting his gaze to the ruined main building.
Meissen nodded his head and ushered 4 American Soldiers to follow him to the main house. Troy went to hand Rory back to Daniel but his grip on Troy would not loosen. Troy smiled at the boy and Rory dug his head into Troy's neck. His brown eyes squeezing shut and he started to shake.
"He looks like Gabriella." Breena said looking at the boy.
"Did she say she had a brother?" Daniel asked Troy. Troy shook his head and looked at the boy.
"No." Troy said walking forward.
"Oh shit." Daniel and Breena stated at the same time before following the man and child.