Revolution (I'm still working on it because yikes)

Chapter twenty-five (Topaz)

     Yorktown. The city where the war would end. Soldiers, both American and French, marched forward to battle. Topaz's troop sounded like a group of wild horses, as they usually did. She was surrounded with the men she'd fought with for a year now, including the two who really mattered. Loui and Jacques were on either side of her. Now she could finally call herself an adult, being eighteen. She had grown into her uniform a bit now, but her body was more feminine. It was hard to keep a secret for this long.
     When the troops cleared the tree line of the forest, she felt a tap on her right shoulder. It was Jacques. "I have a wager for you, mon ami." He whispered. Topaz smirked.
"Lay it on me!" She whispered back.
"Whoever kills the most redcoats gets free dinner."
"Oh its on, twinkle toes!"
"You guys are silly." Loui joined in on the conversation. "Why must I always be the adult of the group?"
"Well excuse me for not being over twenty." Jacques retorted playfully.
"Yeah, excuse us!" Topaz repeated the Frenchman. Loui smirked.
"Anyway, your wager is in vein because I can easily kill the most redcoats."
"What makes you say that?" She pouted.
"I'm bigger and strong than you both."
"Ah, but that is where you're wrong, mon ami." Jacques flexed the muscles in his arm. Loui crossed his.
"Well I'm stronger than one of you and larger than both of you, how's that?"
"That's that that. Wait....what?" Topaz confused herself. Jacques put his hand on her head.
"You tried."
"I did. I tried hard. I did a good job." There was a loud boom in the distance. Both men stared at the city ahead, but Topaz couldn't see.
"What's happening? I can't see!"
"Shall I describe it to you or would you like me to find you a box?" Jacques looked down at her.
"I hate you." She rolled her eyes and stood on her tip toes. The battle of Yorktown had started without them. The troops picked up the pace and entered the chaotic city.
    All around horses and soldiers dodged cannon balls and bullets as if one shot would end their lives, which was very often the case. Topaz stayed near the two males she was close to and readied her musket. She noticed Jacques had unsheathed his sword and Loui had started to run off towards the fight.
     Pretty soon she was killing British infantrymen and cavalrymen, keeping her count with each one. "Fifteen!" She yelled as the man she shot dropped dead to the ground.
"Seventeen!" Loui echoed from a little ways away. Before he answered last, Jacques sliced at an enemy, sending his head fly.
"And three quarters!" He smirked.
"God damn it!" Topaz swore as Loui laughed to himself. She ran a soldier through with her bayonet.
      The war raged on. Loui was separated from the two and soon, when Jacques disappeared as well, Topaz was alone. She lost count of the lives she had taken as another was snatched by her hand, or more specifically, bayonet. Each anxious glance from left to right was searching for Jacques or Loui. She grew worried. There was a piercing pain in her arm. She winced and squeaked as masculinely as she could. She had been shot. Luckily, another American soldier had taken care of the man who shot her, and she ignored the pain to keep on fighting. The screams of her allies and enemies seemed to blur out into the background as she focused on one target; the red coat. Red. There was red everywhere by this point. Red on the ground. Red on the British. And red......leaking from her brother.......
     Loui was on the ground, his face barely showing any life whatsoever. He looked as if he were trying to sit up, but couldn't. Topaz's eyes widened and the noises of war came back from the void she'd trapped them in. "LOUI!" She screamed. Her feet carried her toward him as fast as they could. She hoped to god it wasn't too late.