Jack Marston Feels Alive Again

Is That You?

Jack waits 3 days before going to find Agnes. He new she would be upset for the wait, he was too. He stands from his sofa and puts his hat on. "It's been too quiet... I am sick of it. Time to go get 'er.." 

Agnes' POV

Agnes opens her eyes on the hard floor, her hands still tied behind her back, she cries. Agnes stares at the floor for a good while before looking at the dirty man in the bed above her. Nasty grey chops on his face and big, slat and pepper eyebrows. Agnes scowls at the sight of him and sighs, "Am I never gonna get out of here...? Jack, where the hell are you..."

The man opens his eyes, "Hey! Quiet down, whore... It's 6 pm..." He says drowsily, falling back asleep.

Agnes cringes, "I'm not a whore.. But that's even more the reason to wake up, though, is it not? It being 6 pm?"

He chuckles, "Alright, you wanna be smart with me, eh?" He says while sitting up. Agnes curls up into the corner of the wall, afraid of what the man might do, considering the other men have done worse.

"No, please, I was just insisting that.."

"Insisting what.."

"Insisting that we get some work done around here... It's really dusty and I was just thinking that we could work on it." She says, stammering.

He squints at her and shakes his head, "Not we. You."

Agnes nods, deciding it would be a nice change getting outside, working for just a change. She gets up, still in Abigail's dress, very dirty. The man grabs Agnes by the shoulders and gives her a rake, "Go on then... Work."

She looks outside and back to the man, "But.. There are no leaves."

"Plough! Plough the ground."

She sighs and walks outside, taking small steps, considering she can't walk properly because of the rope around her ankles. "Urgh..." She grunts quietly under her breath.

 A different, skinny man pokes her with the butt of a rifle, "You gonna complain now? We're letting you outside and this is how you treat us? How rude.." He says while having a smug, smirky look. Agnes always remembered him as the pathological liar, the lady killer, the charismatic, handsome, but evil one. She never liked him. When they first met, she was told by him that he would get her out of there. She believed him and got close to him, only to be called a idiot for believing him. He once considered joining a circus or acting. But he realized he just liked toying with people.

Agnes turns to him, "No. I'm sorry." 

He laughs grimly and tells her to get to work. 

She holds the rake in her hand, her bare feet in the damp soil. She sighs, full of this depression that has built up in her. "Three days... Three days without .. H...Him. He doesn't care. He waited so long..." Tears begin to form in her soft, blue eyes. A lump in her throat, Agnes begins to cry slightly, "I know I only knew him for a couple days, but.. He was my friend. My only friend. I loved him... And now he doesn't even care? What kind of friends do that to you..."

She grips the handle of the rake and cries quietly, "Well... Maybe he just doesn't know where I am."

One of the men interrupt, "No. He knows where you are. But we just figured he isn't coming at this point. It's been so damn long."

She grips the rake harder and raises her voice, "And who... Who told him.. Who told him I was here?"

The man laughs, "His uh... His name is Alex. He's the chunky one who can't ride a horse." He laughs, exhaling smoke from his cheap cigarettes. Agnes looks down to the mud in hurt and agony, she felt so betrayed by Jack. And she thought he was always going to be there for her. Agnes continues working in the mud and keeps the rest of her thoughts to herself. 

Agnes really couldn't take it. Her palms ached and were sweaty. Her feet hurt. She felt like she had just been stabbed in the heart. All she wanted to do was break down, but she couldn't, not if she wanted to make it out alive.

About an hour of working later, everyone starts hearing a horse galloping, Agnes turns her head towards the sound, "Jack?" The men of the gang begin to get up from their beds and look outside.

About five men exit the area and investigate, no one ever comes around their camp. The men interrogate the man on his horse, asking him of his business.

"To save someone who needs saving. You men are animals." A familiar voice is heard by Agnes, not being able to contain herself, she yells, "Jack! Jack, is that you!?"

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