"Y/N? Wake up, Mon amie." You'd hear Lafayette say, while someone was shaking you.
You'd open your eyes, blinking, and look around. You'd roll over and see Lafayette, kneeling down next to you. You'd yawn and stretch. John wasn't there anymore, he must have left earlier. "You fell asleep, Mon amie." He'd say while you rubbed your eyes. "Washington wants us all to prepare for the first battle." He'd say while standing up, and holding his hand out to help you up. You'd take his hand and he'd help you up. "You go, i'll meet you there." you'd say, stretching. Laf would nod and walk out of the tent. You'd walk over to your bag, and grab your saber and pistol. You'd be riding your horse, so you wouldn't get to use the bigger guns like the soldiers.
You'd walk out of the tent, securing your saber in place, and walking to where everyone was meeting up. You walked up to your spot near Washington. "Ah, Y/N. Nice to see you arrive." He'd say, messing up your hair. "I was having trouble with my saber." You'd say while attempting to fix your hair as much as you could. A few more people arrived and Washington started explaining the battle reenactment. "Alright, people. This is a performance, not an actual war, so no causing injury to anyone. It'll be like a parade, the streets will be cleared, and we'll march down to the battlefield reenactment spot." Everyone shook their heads, chatting among each other. "Ok, quiet down!" Washington would yell. Everyone got quiet. "The messenger will ride ahead on horseback, announcing the soldiers arrival." He'd say while looking at you, then back to the crowd of soldiers. "You have your assigned groups to travel in, and we all will march like we practiced. Now, get your guns then we'll leave." He'd say, walking off the small wooden stage where he stood. Everyone would start moving off in different directions getting their guns and such.
"Y/N!" Washington would call out to you. You'd walk over to him. "You can start making your way to town. We'll be right behind you, when you get to the battlefield, wait for us there." You'd nod, saying "Yes, sir." and walking off passing the guys, who were all ready beforehand. "Good luck, Y/N." Laf would say. You'd stop and turn to him. "Thanks, Laf." before walking away, all of the others looking hurt. John must have told them about how they were misunderstood of George kissing you. You shook your head, ridding of those thoughts and walked over to your horse. Everyone was lined up and ready to go, the generals like Washington, Lafayette, and Charles Lee we're all on their horses, along with the other generals.
You looked to Washington and he nodded, giving you an ok to start riding. You'd nod, mount Amerigo, and start riding. Washington would yell, and everyone would start marching. You'd gallop ahead, going a little faster, making your way to the town. Every so often while riding, you'd look back at the troops. It'd be Washington and the generals in the front, and then soldiers followed. You looked at the faces of the soldiers behind Washington, and you'd see Alex next to Washington, along with Lafayette on his other side, and behind them were Hercules, and John. You'd look forward, keeping your eyes on the road.
You were riding along the road, almost to the town, and you could see it. The streets were cleared, and people were lined up along the sidewalks. You'd look back at Washington, and he'd point forward, which was the command for you to start galloping and yelling. You'd nod, and have Amerigo start galloping. You'd reach the beginning of the town and start yelling "THE REBELLION HAS ARRIVED! OFF TO BATTLE!" over and over again. People on the sidewalks would cheer and clap for your beautiful performance. You'd keep galloping down the street, yelling, and everyone behind you would start marching in.
You'd reach the battlefield, and you'd sit and wait till Washington and the troops arrived, and they started the fighting scene. A few redcoats who weren't fighting walked over to you, and you looked at them. "Can I help you?" You'd say, while sitting on Amerigo. "You new here?" one of them would ask. You'd nod. "That explains it. You can't be standing on the side, you'll have to move to the back." You'd nod. "Sorry, I can move." you'd say, having Amerigo move, and following the redcoats. They'd lead you to the back, where nobody could really see you, but there were a few other redcoats. You'd stop, and get off Amerigo's back. He needed a break after being ridden for so long. You'd sit down next to Amerigo, watching the battle reenactment play out.
You were sitting and watching the reenactment, and the redcoats behind you were whispering to each other and looking at you. You felt uncomfortable, and just ignored it.
A little later, one of then walked up behind you, but you didn't notice until they grabbed you and put a hand over your mouth. You'd start kicking and hitting them. It'd scare Amerigo, and he'd start neighing and trotting away. You'd escape the redcoat's grasp and start running and yelling. "HELP ME, I'M BEING FUCKING ATTA-" was all you could yell before they grabbed you and pulled you away, putting a cloth over your mouth. You'd hyperventilate, breathing in whatever was on the cloth, and start feeling dizzy, and woozy. Your kicks and hitting would get weaker to the point where you could no longer stand, and the redcoat held you up, saying "Shhhh, go to sleep..." You'd feel your eyes closing, fighting to keep them open. You'd start thinking to yourself. "This is it. You're fucked, Y/N. Hopefully not litiratly, but either way, you're in trouble." You'd thought to yourself, before blinking slowly one more time, and dropping to the ground. You were out cold, and nobody was around to help you. Your cries for help didn't work at all.
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