Silent Screams (The Patriot Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

I feel adrenaline coursing through my veins. Hiding behind a large tree trunk I grip my musket tightly in my fingers. Red coats, red coats everywhere. I can't escape them. Everyone lays on the ground dying or already dead. Those dying gasp for breath screaming for me to help them. I try but I can't move. Literally I'm frozen into place where I stand. Then I'm face to face with his eyes that look like the picture of death. All of the heat drains from my body. I wake gasping and clawing at my sheets in a cold sweat. My dirty blonde curls matted and sticking to my face. I brush them back from my forehead and into a ponytail at the base of my head. These nightmares have plagued me since I was young but now instead of my father being the star, they feature the blue eyed, black haired British man. I don't know his name, I don't know his rank, but one of us will be dead before this war is over. I'm banking on him though. I stand up and stretch trying to shake the ghost of him out of my mind. I stare into the reflective surface of my mirror. My brown eyes have hardened, that is to be expected when one watches as there parents and older sister die. The blue eyed British demon killed them. While I was gone too. My sister was bed ridden because she was very ill but getting better, my mother and father tending to one another I suppose but I returned from town and my house was burnt to the ground with three dead bodies laying beside the shambles my home was in. Only one wasn't dead. Just close, my sister. She died in my arms, begging me to make her pain stop. When I arrived the only thing of the attackers I found was a calvary of red coats riding away from the primacies. I can't say I was sad about my fathers death as I hated him and everything he did but I still haven't got over my sister. I get dressed and grab all of my belongings. Which is a pair of pants, a shirt, a musket and a knife saddle my horse and take off. I haven't a clue where I'm going because I'm just following the red coats, occasionally taking a few unsuspecting souls. No not souls, lives. They are red coats, they have the nerve to kill a family of unarmed people, they don't have souls.