American Warrior and Irish Savior

Chapter 1

Hey! So this is my first actual book I'm planning on fully trying on. I am not great at this so give me time. My Goal is to get this first chapter to 1,000 word (sorry if thats short). Theres nothing you can really call me, so i will have you call me Unknown. Oh, well. On to the book! Xoxo

~Unknown

Kella Anastasia Nightingale dad was at war with the the Americans. They were Irish. The war started soon after Kella's mom passed. Kella herself never fully knew why the war started. All she knew is that her mother would never had like this. It had to be put to a end. She would help, but little did she know the trouble she would get herself into.

Kella could defend her self. Her dad taught her how to fight and use a gun when she was young. Though her mother never agreed, it was like Daughter-Father-Bonding-Time.

They were at there base and was about to go out to fight. Kella was ready for this since she was ittle but now... she was lost in her head. She thought it was fear, so she decied to ignore it.

"I'm ready when you are, sir." Kella said to her dad as she put the bullets in her gun. She also put a knife in her boot and a extra gun in her waist band just in case.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Call me dad." Her dad groaned a bit shaking his head as he got ready his self.

"We're at work right now." She said glancing up at him. When she saw him he saw sadness on his face. He quickly covered it up with a emotionless face once he noticed her looking

"I don't care we are at war and if I don't make it..." He paused, unsure of what to even say.

Kella quickly took that moment to speak "You will be fine. We will be fine. I love you, dad." She gave a soft smile.

"I love you too bu-" he was cut off by another worker opening the doors of the back van.

"It's time." he said

Before Kella could say another word her dad was off and heading towards the base. She followed behind quietly with a emotionless face.

As soon as they hit the base people were already fighting. Blood was already spilt, guns were firing, smoke was in the air, but all you could hear was the screaming, crying, and whimpering of the people and the guns. But threw all that she noticed another factor... there were no girls besides her.

"Be safe. I love you." was all her dad said before running off to help another.

She found her self running to help someone as well. Before she makes it the person gets shot and the man fighting the now dead person was running straight to her. He shot his gun but there was no bullets left so he grabbed a knife and went swinging. She dodge swiftly and took her gun and shot him in then side. He fell to the ground as a pool of blood circled him. She shot him in the head without thinking then ran to the middle of the cross fire and how stupid she realised that.

There was only a few Americans left. She took her gun and fired her gun at multiple people mostly hitting there heads but some hit there shoulders.

She hears a man scream from the other side of the land. She looks at were she heared it come from and saw a man. Something drawn her to it so she ran to him and got on her knees next to the body. The man was not crying but breathing heavily.

"...help..." The strange man said in a deep voice. He was American. She debated on wether to help or not. But he was slowly loosing blood so she had to think fast. The mans eyes opens a bit. "Please" was all he said as she took his arm and put it around her shoulder and lifted him.

She walked as he limbed slowly with a hand on hiss stomach trying to stop the blood. Once they were far enough to not be seen she set him down and took a bandage she had in her bag. She lifted his shirt and started wraping him up.

Eventually she was done he fell asleep. Shechecked his pulse knew he would be okay, so she wasnt worried. Kella laid back being tired but kept a eye on the man. When he woke and at up he was confused then looked at her.

"You saved me" he said but she just nodded "What's your name?" he asked as she leaned up.

"I'm Kella" she replied as her Irish accent lingered over her voice.

His eyes widen as he jumped up "Your Irish!?" He was surpirsed.

She nods "Your American" she stared at the ground till she felt a cold hard blade up against her neck. She looked up slowly but saw a new man.

'Fuck' she thought.

CLIFFHANGER?! I'm not sure if this was good or not. But if you did read this far Thank you so much! On That note this hand made it to 913 words and that includes the intro and outro so I'm sorry if this was short. Please Rate and Comment! That would be Amazing! Bye, Lovelies<3

~Unknown