Tribes

Darkness

Chloe's POV

"Connor please don't do this, I'm sorry for what happened but I couldn't help who I fell in love with, I never meant to get pregnant and she attacked me thats why she's dead, if someone had've attacked her and tried to kill her you would've done the same thing Ryan did" I plea with him but nothing seems to be working

"Shut up" he says blankly

"Please just don't hurt them, do whatever you want to me but please! They're only kids, they didn't do anything wrong, it's not their fault what we did or that they're our children!" I beg as tears start falling from my eyes

"You think I care?! I really don't, you took the love of my life away from me but you took something else to, my child" my eyes go wide as I stare at him, did he just imply what I think he did?!

"W...what....?" No, there's no way, that's not even possible surely, I saw her having the wine, she wouldn't have if.....my worlds just spinning, I feel dizzy, I think I'm going to throw up, I feel like I might just pass out as well but I try to keep my focus on Connor, o just can't believe he could do this, he was such a sweet kid, but then I suppose not everything is what it appears to be, I shouldn't have been so stupid as to fall for it

"Oh that's right, you weren't the only one who was pregnant that night, how is it that your child deserves to live but mine didn't? Huh?" He's talking erratically, he's losing control of his own mind here, I'm worried about that

I think frantically, I need to warn Ryan or get someone to help or something, but how? I think as hard as I can until I get something, it's insane, I know it is but its all I've got he was stupid enough to leave Ryan's shotgun propped up next to me, I can't shoot him, I can barely get to it with one finger let alone aim it at him but the angle it but at least I can do one thing with it, I'm going to try what happened in that poem my dad read to me so much as a child, it's my only choice, I can't think of any other way to warn them that won't get us all killed any way, I know it's gonna hit me with the angle it's at but I don't care, it's for them, I'll die for them with no regrets

'She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death'

That's how it went, that's what I've got to do, it's not a bad plan, I mean for me it is, but at least I can warn them safely, they'll come in here with heir guns up if they hear gunfire, I know that much, that poem keeps running through my head, my dad always taught me that it was my job to protect my people so that's what I'm doing, it will hurt them, I know, but at least they'll be alive, who knows I mean I already survived two bullets right? I'm ready for this, it's my swan song, I've been ready for a while now, I guess this is it, but it's okay, I'm ready to die, I look at Amber whose fast asleep, I remember looking into those little hazel eyes, she has her father's eyes, I guess this is it, I've just got to get to that trigger, it's not that far, it can't be that hard, I keep hearing my father voice read that poem to me and I know this is what I have to do, I almost have it, it's almost time

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I'm just gonna put it out there that the poem ends like this though...

'Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat'

In other words he also ended up dead, maybe his plan isn't the best idea.....well it's the best she's got right? 😂😂😈😈 xoxo