Silent Screams (The Patriot Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

(The "dirty guy" in this chapter will be totally made up. He's not actually a character in the movie. Trigger warning)

Emily POV

Gabriel and I walk away together back to his horse.

"Reverend?" I hear someone say. I watch as the Reverend takes of his powdered wig and throws it to the ground.

"The Shepard must tend his flock. And at times, fight of the wolves." I smile and grasp Gabriel's forearm and hoist myself onto the horse behind him. I wave to Anne and she waves back. We all ride off together, little girls chasing the horses. I turn back and see Anne smiling.

*hours later*

We ride up on a little clearing with some stone structures that are surrounded by a small body of water. I get off the horse and stretch my legs and then set of to find Benjamin, Gabriel following close behind. I hear wolf whistles and cat calls, obviously directed at me, I am the only girl here and probably the only one they'll see for a while. We find Benjamin by the fire, melting a toy soldier.

"How many'd you get?" Benjamin asks upon noticing our arrival.

"Twelve." Gabriel says.

"Okay."

"These men, they're not the sort we need." Gabriel says.

"They're just the sort we need," Benjamin retorts. "They've fought this kind of war before." A chubby man with a dirty coat and greasy hair sits down next to Benjamin. Gabriel walks away.

"What about me?" The man asks. "Am I one of that sort?"

"Hell no. You're the sort that gives that sort a bad name." The man giggles and Benjamin finishes with his musket ball.

"What do you need Emily?" Benjamin asks.

"Directions."

"To where?"

"My home."

"Why?"

"I'm going back. There's no use for me here."

"There's plenty of use for you."

"I'm a woman. If they found out I was here I'd be hung."

"They won't find out then."

"Just let her go," another dirty looking man with a long black ponytail says. "This good looking a girl can't do anything with her hands." I pull a knife from under my shirt as he reaches to touch my butt. I turn and grab his hand twisting it and put the blade of my knife to his neck.

"Don't even think about it." I move the blade and turn my head making sure to hit him in the face with my blond braid.

"We need you Emily. We'll make sure they don't find out. You won't die by the hands of anything but battle."

"Alright fine but if you start getting any trouble let me know and I'm gone." He smiles and pats my head while the second dirty man stalks off.

"I like you." The first man says smiling at me with yellowing teeth. I smile a bit and nod in his direction.

*later that night*

I lay on the ground not asleep. Everyone around me is already besides the guard, which happens to be the black haired dirty guy which I'm really uneasy about, is but I can't. I close my eyes though, until I hear someone approaching me. I open my eyes and feel a weight on top of me. A piece of cloth is shoved down my throat.

"Hey sweetheart," I hear the dirty man's voice whisper in my ear. He's pinning my arms down with his and my legs with his. He's heavier than me so it's impossible for me to move whatsoever. I feel something cold against my skin, the blade of a knife. "Don't make any noise and it'll be fast."I feel him struggling with my pants and I realize what he wanted to do. I start making as much noise as I can an he slaps me across the face.

"Shut up I told you not to make any noise!" His putrid breath tickles my neck. I feel him stop trying on my pants, so he just takes off his own quickly. I thrash around and feel the knife blade slice into my arm. I scream out in pain. Tears well up in my eyes. I don't want anyone to wake up now, they can't see my cry. I haven't cried since my sister died and I vowed to never again. In my family I was taught crying shows weakness and I learned showing weakness is the worst thing a person can do to themselves. When you show weakness, that's when they attack and then you get crushed. I feel him touch my leg through the material of my pants. Blood is still oozing from the huge gash on my arm. I scream one more time even though my voice is muffled by the cloth stuffed in my mouth. Another slash of pain and my own blood is trickling down the skin of my leg.

Think, Emiline, think, I chant to myself in my head.

I then remember something. My loaded pistol is sitting right next to where I'm sleeping. I wriggle my hand free while the dirty man is trying to undo my shirt. I slowly bring it back to where we are and press it to his chest . I guess he doesn't realize. I pull the trigger and he collapses upon me in a groan of pain. With a grunt I push him off of me breathing heavy. I close my shirt and pull my pants up when suddenly the Martins burst in.

"What happened?!" Gabriel yelled. I look around at my half pulled up pants, torn shirt and bloodied clothing. He must put the pieces together because they both share a sort of collective gasp.

"He's dead," Benjamin announces. I sigh and look down. "Don't worry about it. He was a bastard."

"Emily. You're soaked in blood." Gabriel says. I look at my white shirt hanging in tatters stained with an impressive amount of blood and some tears. Then down at my brown pants that also have collected an impressive amount of blood. That explains why i feel a bit faint, I sigh loudly.

"Come along." Benjamin offers me a hand.