Obedient Servant (Geollie) (Hamilton) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 20

Like he did most nights, Ollie decided to sleep next to George.

He left the curtains open by his side, so hopefully the light would awaken him at 5 without disrupting George.

Just before he went to sleep, he wrote a letter that was only to be sent to George if he for what ever reason died duelling Maria.

He woke up to a dim light shining in his eyes, he used the small watch on George's wrist to check the time.

"4:30" He mumbled to himself, as he slowly creeped out of bed, causing the bed to creak.

George suddenly turned over, his eyes slowly fluttering open.
"Ollie where are you going?" He yawned, looking down at his watch. "It's only 4:30".

"I can't sleep, I might go for a walk". Ollie lied, realising this may be the last time he ever saw George.

The blonde nodded, before rolling over and wrapping himself in the silky blanket.
"As long as you come back, see you tomorrow love". George mumbled, before drifting back to sleep.

"Night, I love you" The brunette muttered, knowing George couldn't hear him. He sighed, before pulling on some long sleeved clothes, grabbing a pistol, and walking out the door.

Eventually, he arrived behind the palace to see Maria and Samuel sat on the soft grass talking.

He coughed loudly, attracting the attention of the pair. It was only then Ollie realised Samuel was right.

Sam cane running up to him, a nervous expression across his face.
"Ollie, shes gonna shoot, the only way your gonna win is if-"

Samuel was interrupted when Ollie suddenly pulled him into a hug.

"Sam, I'm so sorry, I should've listened to you."

Sam returned the gesture, much to disgust of Maria.

"Oh stop it you two!" She shouted as the two friends pulled apart. "There's no backing out now Ollie! Hope you've said your goodbyes!"

Ollie sighed, and gave Sam a sympathetic pat on the back before Sam trudged to the middle of the field.

"Rules are simple" Sam began, gazing at the two enemies stood on either sides of the field.

"You must start standing back to back, and as I count towards ten the two of you will slowly step forwards until I reach 10. When I reach 10 you may shoot. Understood?"

The two nodded before they paced to the centre of the field, and stood back to back.

"Don't think I'll hesitate, Oliver" Maria whispered as Ollie pulled the small pistol from his pocket.

"1!" Samuel began, and the pair took a large step apart. "2!...3!...4!..." He continued, the pair stepping further and further apart.

"8!....9!...." Samuel hesitated slightly "10!".

Almost immediately after, Ollie raised the hand that held the pistol as high as he could into the air, but before he could fire he felt something hit just beneath his heart.

"Shit". Maria whispered to herself, realising Ollie would most likely bleed out within the next hour.

"Sam! Come on!" She shouted, as she threw her pistol on the ground and ran.

Sam looked at Ollie as he lay limp on the ground.

"Hurry up!" Maria called, not wanting to draw attention. Samuel gave Ollie one last look before chasing after Maria.

"Sam..." Ollie muttered to himself, clutching the fresh bleeding wound.

"Why...."