The History Series: Book 1 (Old)

Chapter 19

Warning... you have been warned

Colonial America -

I ran over to where the sound was coming from. As I approached, the sounds only got louder and louder, until it stopped. I froze, terrified as to what I might find. I took a deep breath, and walked over to the settlements entrance.

It was a bloody mess...

People everywhere around later there limp. I looked in horror at all the people, some of which I knew, lie there dead on the ground. And just like that, more screams could be heard. I ran towards the sound, this time I notice more men following me. The news must have reached them as well. As we ran over to the noises, we passed even more poor people who had been killed from this attack. As we passed a few more houses one completely bursted into flames. A flood of worry rushed through me as I remembered Massachusetts and Virginia. I prayed that they would stay safe.

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Virginia -

I could hear screaming outside. I could tell something was wrong. I should be out there helping helping my father, not stuck in here hiding. As I think of these things I feel someone push close to me. It was Massachusetts. Just like that I realized why he hadn't brought me along, Mass had just become a colony less than 2 years ago and is still learning to fight and take care of himself! I sighed, then pulled him into a hug. Normally he would just push me away if I tried, but this time he didn't.

I looked out the window. 'Fire...' I thought as I say the smoke stream into the blue sky. Then I heard the sound of footsteps clicking against the ground. Mass must've heard as well as he hugged on to me tightly.
Soon banging came from the door. I rushed Mass into the bedroom.
Mass sat down and asked, "W-what's going on?!"
"Just stay there Mass," I told my younger brother, getting a musket from a corner. I heard the front door get slammed open. I locked the door, the put my back against it. I held my musket at the ready. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. I opened them and looked at Mass, who was at this point completely drained of color.

Suddenly there was a loud BANG at the door. My hands whited from the force I gripped my musket. My eyebrows furrowed as I prepared to aim. All of the sudden an axe came slicing through the door, nearly slicing my arm off with it. I stood in front of my younger brother as the natives tore apart the door. As soon as I got my first clear shot I went and aimed and then....

BANG!!!

Blood shot out, the native fell to the ground. I had shot his head, or at least what was his head... soon another came in and he quickly charged at me removing me of my musket and tossing it across the room. I backed away slowly, the native held it knife up a bit too close for comfort.

I looked over at Mass. His face that was once full of fear, was now filled with determination. You know, the kind that usually gets people killed. Mass jumped off the bed, nearly giving me a heart attack, and charged at the native, tackling the native sending him to the floor. I quickly went to help my brother up and just as quickly the native started to get up. I grabbed Massachusetts by the wrist and we both rushed out the door together. Once we got out there, we saw our father. He was covered with blood, none of which was his own from what I could tell. Nonetheless terrifying.

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Colonial America -

I was headed home to find Virginia and Massachusetts, when I notice the door had been completely nocked down. A wave of panic washed over me, that is until the two walked out of the house. They waved over to me and I waved back, relived to see my children safe again. I ran over, then saw something. A big something, or rather someone. It was a native, he charged out the door and towards my sons. I instinctively aimed my musket and then, almost mechanically, fired it with a loud Bang, and with that the native fell on his back. I ran over to my kids and pulled them into a hug. They both hugged back. Soon we headed back to the church.

"It seems that the natives killed about 450- 500 of our colonist..." I said sadly.
"But, that's like... a full quarter of my population!" Virginia stated.
"On the bright side, it could have been a lot worse."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, it was mainly just the outpost who got hit thanks to the defenses being alerted." I told him. We then walked along back home and continued our discussion from there.