Just A Slave (John Laurens x Reader x Yandere!King George)

Kapitola Deset (Czech)

Y/N felt her heart racing as her lover lead her to an isolated tent on the border of the British camp. She wasn't sure if it was fear making her heart race, or the fact that she was doing something dangerous with the man she loved. Either way, she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the unusual feeling. John held her hand firmly as they circled around the tent and looked under the flaps without getting caught.

Y/N squeezed his hand tighter at the sight of Tarleton striking Hercules across the face with the hilt of his blade. John squeezed her hand in response as they listened to the British general interrogate the spy and if he didn't get a response he liked, he would smash the hilt of the sword down on Hercules' hand. For every grunt or cry of pain, the h/c haired woman felt even worse.

John suddenly tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her away from the tent flap and ran behind the tent. Y/N stumbled and fell into the snow before John squatted down to be at eye level with her.

"I have an idea."

The young woman snorted and brushed the snow off her pale red dress in annoyance.

"I'm guessing it will be dangerous."

The freckled male grinned broadly at her before grabbing her pale hands and warming them the best he could in his own cold ones.

"Dangerous is my middle name, love."

She rolled her eyes at his immature attitude before allowing him to pull her back onto her feet.

"Whats the plan?"

John fixed his green eyes on what remained of her shackles before speaking.

"You're going to cause a commotion by the soldiers so they complain to Tarleton, then you'll run back over here and we'll free Hercules and get the fuck out."

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his curse considering she was unfamiliar with his soldier side.

"Sounds good. You wait here I'll get rid of Tarleton."

She told him before attempting to pull her hands out of his. John suddenly tightened his grip on them and pulled her into him, close. She felt his breath against her hands as he spoke.

"Don't get caught again."

Y/N remained silent as he pressed his lips against her hands, leaving a small spot of blood from his beating earlier. She nodded slowly before he released her hands and watched her trudge away, a nervous look harbored in his emerald green eyes.

'Be careful Y/N.'

He thought before hiding himself completely behind the tent and waiting. Y/N had raced behind a tree nearby the group of soldiers talking. She had held her chains in her hands to keep them from making noise while she ran. The Patriot then carefully made her way over to the group, hiding her chains so they would think she was a wife or nurse.

They paid no mind to her as she circled around them warily with her chains firmly held in her hands. Suddenly, she crouched down and whipped one of the chains across a soldier's tendon. He howled and spun around, but Y/N had already gotten up and acted as if she were just passing back as she headed back to the tree that had originally been hiding her.

The soldier then smacked his comrade over the head, thinking it was him and started a fight. One of the British soldiers stumbled away from the group and raced into the tent where Tarleton and Hercules were. Moments later the British general came stomping out, clearly agitated by being interrupted. Y/N then ran over to where John was waiting and slid into him.

"Nicely done, love."

Y/N smiled at the now common nickname he had for her before gripping his hand once more. John then lead the way while Tarleton yelled at his soliders and broke apart the fight. The two slipped into the tent carefully without being noticed by officials or other soldiers. The freckled male released her hand and made her wait by the entrance as he went over to Hercules and worked on cutting the rope restricting him to the table.
Just as John finished freeing the half conscious Hercules, Tarleton began to walk back over.

"Time to go John! He's coming back!"

John swung Hercules' arm across his shoulders and supported him as Y/N held open the flaps to the tent. She heard Tarleton shout when he saw them before she grabbed Hercules' other arm and she and her lover ran while holding onto her mentor. All the commotion and cold air had snapped Hercules out of his beaten daze and he began to hold his own weight as they fleed.
Tarleton and the group of soldiers he had been yelling at charged after them with pistols and swords brandished. There was an ear piercing bang just as a bullet smashed into the snow inches away from the three. Y/N shrieked and thats when Hercules fully ran on his own, cringing as pain shot through his broken and bruised hand. The trio round around a tent in the direction Hercules was leading them, bullets bouncing off trees and smashing into the ground mere inches from them.

"There! The horse we took is by the tree over there John! Take Y/N and go I'll go find another horse!"

John yelled back a confirmation as Hercules suddenly shot in a different direction, causing half of the soldiers to chase after him. Tarleton and the remaining soldiers pursued John and Y/N as they ran hand in hand. Y/N recognized the horse Hercules had pointed to, it was his own horse. John grabbed the axe he hand left by the stump earlier and sliced the rope tethering the horse to a post.

John grabbed Y/N by the waist and hefted her easily onto the horse before mounting himself. Before the freckled male spurred the horse away from their pursuers, Y/N caught the eye of someone she feared more greatly than death itself. King George.

He gawked at them as they raced away by horseback, surprised to see that Y/N had returned. She heard him yell at Tarleton to gather a troop and follow them. John must've heard that too because he wrapped his arm protectively around her from behind. Y/N felt his free arm dig into her side as he maneuvered the horse with the reins with skill. Y/N felt better when she saw Hercules come from the side of the camp, on horseback and knocking over British soldiers with the butt of a pistol a fallen soldier must've dropped.

Suddenly, the triumphant moment was ruined when she heard another ear splitting bang and their horse shuddered before falling onto it's side. Y/N fell of and rolled away from the horse, but John wasn't so fortunate. When the horse had fallen onto it's side, it's body trapped his leg and he couldn't move. Y/N looked in the direction where the bullet had come from, dazed from hitting the ground so hard.

King George was standing there, a pistol in hand and breathing heavily as the owner of the gun stood awkwardly off to the side. The king threw down the weapon and trudged over to them with a sickening smile. Y/N crawled shakily over to her lover and tried to free him without luck, John kept gripping her hands and telling her to run.
Hercules was no where to be seen so that did nothing to help their situation. Y/N froze with fear and King George stopped before he and stared down at her.

"So. You came back."

Y/N glared at him and tightened her grip on John's hands as King George spoke.

"I expect no more escape attempts, obviously you have no skill for that."

John wiggled underneath the horse's already cold body, anger harbored on his attractive features.

"You see Y/N, you're not a soldier, because no matter where you go or what you do, you'll always be just a slave."

He reached down to grab her by the wrist, but suddenly Hercules came charging from the opposite side of the camp, he had circled around to make it look as if he fled so his horse wouldn't get shot. He smacked the butt of the pistol into the back of the young royal's head, causing him to fall into the snow knocked out cold. Y/N quickly pulled with all her might on John's trapped leg, effectively freeing him.

Y/N flung herself in front of Hercules onto the horse and with difficulty, John mounted behind Hercules. The trio raced off in the direction of the Patriot camp as Tarleton ordered a troop of soldiers to continue pursuing them even if it meant entering the Patriot camp.