Chapter 8:

APOV

After being tackled by the terrorizing Lost Children, I quickly ran away towards Peter.

"Thanks, I really could've used your help back there." He just laughed and kissed me on the forehead.

"Sorry, I was busy. We're planning on attacking the pirates later tonight or early tomorrow morning. What do you think?" I sighed.

"I still think that we shouldn't be having this stupid war! I feel like Helen of Troy." I muttered Peter just wrapped me in his arms, giving me a tight hug.

"We're doing this because many people are tired of me and the pirates fighting. And I'm tired of losing you."

"Peter, is a war really necessary?"

"Yes, and who was this 'Helen of Troy' girl?" I had to laugh.

"She was some chick in ancient Rome, who was believed to be the most beautiful in the entire world. So then these two guys, one under the spell of a Roman god, started a war over her." I sighed.

"Well you certainly do sound like her." Peter whispered. I looked up at him.

"Are you calling me beautiful?" I whispered, smiling lighting.

"The most beautiful girl there ever was." I kissed him, we laughed, and for the rest of the day, I was happy.

~Around 9:00 at night

"I still don't see why we're doing this." I muttered and Peter handed me the rifle and dagger.

"Well, you don't have to, but it's still going on. Here, you're putting this on wrong." Peter helped me strap the dagger into its holder and I looked out the window into the woods were people were sharpening swords, and building stuff. And I watched as my kids, my kids, were comparing swords and guns. My throat tightened.

"Don't do this Peter, it's a big mistake, somebody's going to get hurt and I'm going to slowly rot away with guilt because it's my entire fault!" I cried out.

"Annabelle, it's okay. Nobody's going to get hurt. It's okay, not even one of the lost children." I took a deep breath.

"You're right, I mean, they're trained and everything. So why worry?"

"That's it; meet me outside in 5 minutes. Love you." He said kissing my cheek. Then he left the room, leaving me stunned and holding my cheek where he'd kissed me.

"Love you too." I whispered. And I followed him into the dark night.

~Beside the pirate ship

Whispering filled my ears as we waited to the rooster cry. Whispers of anticipation, worry, fear, happiness, and anger at the pirates. Me? I just stood there, surrounded by my children, waiting for the death call.

"Now remember the plan, everyone?" I whispered. They all groaned.

"Yes, mother." I smiled.

"Good, who's ready to kick some pirate butt's?!" They all raised their hands eagerly in the air. Then the cry pierced the night.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" I was almost trampled by the running feet, but somehow I was swept away towards the black ship.

Within ten seconds I was surrounded by fighting and sword clanking, and tons of dead pirates. I hadn't seen one of ours die yet, but I was still worried. I had by gun in one hand, but didn't plan on using it; I just stood in one spot and watched the action movie in front of me. Nobody threatened me, and I was good. But good things always have to come to an end.

"Hey there sweet cheeks, wanna dance?" I spun around to see a middle-aged guy covered tattoos that looked like he was in the middle of his mid-life crisis.

"Heck no, weirdo." And I slammed the butt of my gun on his head. I mean, I didn't want to kill him, yet, I didn't want to let him get by so easily. So, I simply knocked him out with a gun! No, that came out wrong. Well, I hit him with a gun. I guess that sounds better…

"Well, long time no see, Annabelle Lee." I spun around to see James.

"Oh great, it's nice to see you too. AND MY NAME ISN'T ANNABELLE LEE!" I screamed at him. I pulled out my dagger and lunged at him. I was sick and tired of this guy. Who did he think he was? King, I mean Queen of Sheba? "Who the heck do you think you are? Just leave me alone you loser!" I screamed as I fought. I didn't realize that the only two people that were fighting… was us. Everyone had stopped and watched us. I don't know who's winning, all I know, is that revenge is sweet. Even for a moment.

"Why else? I like you!" I grunted out. That just made me angrier.

"I'm engaged you idiot! So just moved on!" I screamed. Soon, my arms got weak and he made me fall on my back. I stared at him and he lunged towards me. I didn't understand this. If he loved me, why did he try to kill me so many times?

"But I can't." He whispered, and then he kissed me. Nothing like Peter, it was forceful, and unpleasant. His lips crushed against mine, making everything, him. With Peter, it was sweet and innocent. Like a child. But with him, everything ached, I desperately wanted it to stop, but as much as I struggled, he wouldn't let up. The world burned, and I needed it to stop.

I started to cry. "Stop!" I screamed, but he didn't. And nobody was doing anything. I waited for it to stop, but it didn't. Why didn't it stop?

Author's Note: We're winding down with this story, I'm sad to say. Only a few more chapter's left. Maybe about 2 or 3 at the most. That's kinda sad.

BUT! Wait, there's more! I'm not hanging up my hat yet. I'm currently working on a new story, but in a category that you get to choose. That's right, I have a poll up, and you can vote on it if you want. So yeah.

I have a challenge; I dare each and everyone of you who's reading this to review my story. Do you accept, I'll no exactly how many stepped up to the plate…

So toodles! Ella out! :]