Hello there people! Just wanted to thank you for reading my stories! You don't have any idea of how happy you make me! Here's chapter eight, hope you like it, and just want to tell you I am not very good at writing drama, and believe me, this chapter is full of it! I am more a comedy-woman xD! Anyway, as always, apologize for the stupid typing, grammar, punctuation mistakes. I'll try to get better at writing...anyway, thanks for the reviews, and ...yeah...enjoy!
War
After riding for half an hour, you finally arrived at another village. "Welcome to Lexington, [Name]." Paul said. "Now, let's find Hancock and Adams."
You nodded. "You just tell me where they are."
"Okay," Revere sighed. "Hmm. No sign of Dawes. I hope he is alright."
"Oh, don't worry. He'll be okay."
"That house!" Revere signaled a big and white house.
Both of you tensed when you heard the sound of a horse galloping towards you.
"No way! Redcoats?!" Revere exclaimed. "Be prepared to escape!"
You managed to squeak out a "Yes!"
Finally the horse was in view, white Assassin on it.
Both of you smiled. "Connor!"
You dismounted the horse when Connor came to a stop in front of you, and ran towards him.
"Hey," He greeted. "Are you hurt?"
You shook your head. "No, I'm fine. What about you?"
"I'm fine too."
"Guys, cut the lovebirds talk. We have to speak with Hancock and Adams." Revere interrupted.
You blushed, a dark red painting your cheeks, while Connor cleared his throat awkwardly.
Revere opened the door. You saw three men sitting around a fireplace. Adams turned his head and greeted. "[Name], Paul, Connor. Good to see you."
Connor pushed past Revere. "You need to leave. The redcoats are coming."
"Aye, so William told us. Let them conduct their little search. They'll find nothing." Sam spoke.
Connor rolled his eyes. "You don't understand. Pitcairn intents to kill you."
Adams looked at Paul looking for some signal that seconded Connor's statement. Revere nodded. "I'm afraid it's true."
Adams sighed and stood up. "I suppose we have no choice then, but to go. What of you three?"
Paul looked at one of the men. "Dawes, [Name] and I will continue on to Concord. Connor, it's best if you stay here and help our man John Parker hold the town. It'll give us time to spread the word."
"Then is settled." The Assassin said.
"Connor…" You bit your lip. "Please…be careful."
"You too, [Name]."
Revere grabbed your arm and dragged you outside. "We have to go now. I am sure Parker is going to start a war right here and now. We need to hurry."
You climbed up your horse, while Revere and Dawes went on another. "Follow us, [Name]!"
"Sure!" You exclaimed.
Near twenty minutes later, you finally arrived at Concord. "Damn, redheads!" Revere cursed.
You looked back; indeed, a squadron of redheads was chasing the three of you. "What do we do?!" You asked.
"I…I will stop them, I need you two to get to Barrett." He said, jumping off the horse. "Dawes, I trust you can protect [Name]."
"But Paul! This is crazy; you can't beat all of them!" You exclaimed. This was turning out the wrong way.
"Don't worry about me! GO!" He yelled when the redcoats approached.
You shook your head. "DAMN IT!" Dawes motioned for you to follow him. You spurred the horse, and kept on following Dawes. You really did not want to think if that was the last time you were going to see Paul…
You closed your eyes for a brief moment, hearing shouts, bullets, screams…War was a thing you definitely didn't want to experience anymore.
"There he is!" Dawes exclaimed jumping down of the horse. "Barrett!"
A man with short and white hair turned around. "William…"
When you dismounted the horse, you jumped startled when you saw a mass of running people. "What is happening?!" You demanded both men.
A soldier came to you to try to calm you down, he took you away from the men.."Miss, it's alright." He assured you. You didn't even notice when Connor came running towards Barrett and Dawes. He didn't see you either.
"Blood's been spilled in Lexington." He panted. "And there's more to come. The regulars are on the march."
"You don't say?" Barrett mocked. "Why do you think I've men up here?" Connor shrugged. "Go home. 'fore you get yourself killed. I've had enough to worry about without some green boy looking to play at hero." He turned to Dawes.
"I can vouch for him." Dawes said.
"John Parker as well." Connor held a letter. Barrett took the letter.
Connor approached Dawes. "Where are [Name] and Revere?" You better had not been captured, for he would kill Dawes right there.
"Revere's captured." Dawes admitted.
"And [Name]? Where is [Name]?!"
"Connor!" Cue you screaming his name. You threw yourself at him. A patriot soldier came running behind you.
"Miss, I told you it was dangerous!"
You didn't care, Connor was there. –Not that you had been separated by a long time…-
He wrapped his strong arms around you, and looked at Dawes. "Fear not. Revere's no stranger to sticky situations. He'll be fine. I'm sure of it."
"Ahem," James cleared his throat. "You ladies finished gossiping?"
You pouted at Barrett from your perch in Connor's arms.
"Parker seems to believe you're not completely useless. So I suppose there's a thing of two you and your little girlfriend may be able to help with."
Connor snorted at this while you blushed. You decided to hide your red face in Connor's muscular chest. Because, really. That man was pure muscle! Not that you minded…in fact, you were ashamed at yourself for the numerous dreams you had had of Connor with -let's put it politely- less clothes.
"When the fighting starts, we'll need to hold these positions there." Barrett pointed to the bridge. "They're critical to the defense of Concord. Good boys, but not used to soldiering. They need someone with experience to direct 'em. That something you two can do?"
Connor nodded. Well, you didn't have experience at war, but you were sure you could help.
"You'd best be telling the truth." Barrett warned.
"You have my word." Connor said.
"Then I suppose all that's left to do is wait."
After being given the indications, you and Connor help the men fight the red devils.
It turned out that you could stop all the battalions from passing. You stood at the bridge telling the men when to fire, while Connor did the same with the groups left and right the bridge.
"We did it!" One of the men exclaimed. "They're turning tail!" All the men started to cheer and shout in happiness. You could only smile at this.
You stood up from your hiding spot and ran towards Barrett, Connor did the same.
Well, you could say the view was…inhuman. Hundreds of bodies covered the paths, blood pouring from thousand wounds. Connor sighed.
"Takes a true monster to do something like this." James said. You looked at him. His look was sad, almost solemn. You knew that nobody chose this war; it was just bestowed upon them. "At least they're gone."
"I should have struck when I had the chance." Connor spit out bitterly. "Do you know where Pitcairn could have gone?"
"Back into the withered bosom of the British no doubt – so that he might regroup and plan his next atrocity."
"I need to find him." Connor said. "Every day I wait more will suffer."
"Chin up, friend." Barrett mumbled. "Many who should've died today now live because of you."
You agreed completely with Barrett. If it wasn't for Connor… All those men at Lexington would've died, though you knew the Assassin didn't feel that way.
"And what of them?" Connor pointed to all the bodies laying around.
"We do the best we can with what we've got." James answered.
"It is not enough."
"It never is." Barrett put his hand in Connor's shoulder in a reassuring gesture. Barrett nodded at you, and started to walk back to his men.
"Connor," He looked at you.
"Let's go…I…"
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked. You were paler than usual.
You could pretend to be perfectly fine, to pretend that seeing tons of bodies didn't affect you, to pretend that you were mentally and physically okay at the sight of blood sputtered everywhere, when you were clearly not. You had seen women and men die, but not this violently… It affected you more than you would have liked. This whole war was wearing you out.
"[Name]?" Connor called.
You shook your head, and put both your hands over your face. You knew you didn't help in the least by crying, if anything, you were making it worst.
Connor didn't know what to do. Seeing you cry like that just broke him more than he already was. Never had he imagined we would come to appreciate a person like that. He. He felt sorry. For you, for those men, for this war. He walked towards you and wrapped his arms around you.
You rounded Connor's waist with your own arms. You knew he was trying to cheer you up. You understood what he was trying to do. You understood him.