[[Sorry It took me a while to post. I was re-reading the previous posts to get myself in the mindset.]]
Zachary
It was game time now. The men, appointed to firing the cannons, took their place, as the rest of us took the ready position of seizing the supply ship.
The targeted ship got closer and closer, and before it could realize that we were a war ship, the cannons were fired. Loud booms filled the night air. It was heart racing and my excitement couldn't be contained.
Once their ship was injured, we advanced until the war ship was side-to-side with the supply ship. We came to a halt as all the men in grey uniforms raided the supply ship.
Some jumped like monkeys to the other side, while others walked on the boards that were laid across both of the ships. Conner and I were one of the last soldiers to board the captive ship. I walked calmly across the boards though I longed to take part in the killings. And as I step foot on the captive ship, I noticed that there were bodies from the supply ship crew, already piled on deck.
The captain had said something about stowaways in the underpart of the ship, and I knew those would be my kills. Well most of them at least. The captain wanted 10 of the stowaways to be captives, for what ever reason he had in mind.
Some of the bigger soldiers stated to load machinery and the items that were on deck, onto our ship while the rest of the men made their way to the lower part of the ship.
Screams sang melodies into my ears. The main killings had just begun.
"C'mon we are missing all the action!" Conner said. His excitement showed how I was feeling on the inside. As a reply, I kept my cool and nodded for him to go on a head of me. With the permission, Conner ran down the stairs, his gun in his hand as people started to cower beneath the power he had. Though these people wouldn't be dying under his power. I could tell that he had already spotted his target.
Whereas, I was slowly and elegantly making my way down the dark room. The soldier boys were already climbing back up the stairs with either captives or supply boxes. Dead bodies already laid in piles on the filthy floor, however there were still plenty of stowaways for me to kill.
I reached the bottom step and slowly, but swiftly, withdrew my Rapier. She was nice and shiny and with one switch of the blade, she was covered in red. A color that suited her better than silver. My heart started to race with the adrenaline of killing as I continued to murderously do so. And through the process of my killings, all I could think about was that all the lives I have taken and will take tonight will allow me to sleep like a baby this fine night.
Screams, shouts, pleads and gun fire filled the lonesome night. Though one wail, one plea, upon all others caught my attention. I looked over, my face splattered with blood, my mixed blue eyes gleaming with joy until they spotted Conner. The gleam left my eyes, for I was seeing Conner with a devilish sparkle to his deep green eyes. Conner looked at the face of a dark haired boy, who looked to be the same age as him. The boy was pleading for something important, his sister, I assume she was. The young girl, not even as old as my sister was when she died, was trapped in Conner's muscular grasp. The look in his face told me what he was going to do. I opened my mouth to yell for Conner, but as I did, the girl cried for the dark haired boy. She didn't even finish his name when Conner chopped off her head with a familiar looking knife.
At that moment, the world around me began to spin and my heart felt like it sank to my feet. Memories started to flood back to me as deaths were happening all around me. This lower section was almost filled with lost souls, and the damage was almost complete. I watched Conner knock out the boy with the hilt of his gun he had retrieved from his side.
"Ay! Zach! Come make yourself useful and help me drag this captive back to the ship!" Conner yelled. I felt like I hovered over the dead bodies to Conner. I grabbed one of the boys arms and slung it over my shoulder, while Conner grabbed the other and did the same. "That was a thrill, I will tell you that! I haven't felt this alive since birth! How about you?" My body was hollow as I only nodded a reply to Conner. If he wasn't so pumped up he would have noticed my strangeness, but since he didn't he just continued to ramble on.
As we walked up the stairs, I quickly looked back to where Conner had killed the innocent child. A murder was replaying in my mind, but it wasn't the murder that had just happened. I was seeing the murder of Lillian. The Soldier holding her fragile little body in his arm as he stabbed her stomach. I was standing by the piano just watching, not pleading, not smiling, just watching. I remember her yelling my name, telling me that it will be all be okay. Tears ran down her face and she was in the deepest pain I have ever seen anyone in, until he slit her neck.
Lillian is the reason I am here, and this boy's sister will be the reason he is held captive.
Bridget
The silky blouse allowed the coolness of the metal ship to touch my mid back, and up. It was cold enough to give me goose bumps, but not cold enough for me to move. Even if it were, I still wouldn't budge because the sound and feel of the ship was comforting to me, when these strangers weren't.
I sighed and hid my amber eyes from this dark world as I tilted my head back against the ship. My heart was aching, and it took all my strength not to think of James or Charlie or Mom or Dad, and even more strength not to cry. I tried to leave my mind blank, but it didn't last long before it started to drift away.
However, I didn't have to worry about a distraction any longer because the ship jolted and loud cries slipped out of all the men and women and children. I felt myself being slammed against some crates. I got slammed hard against the crates the first time, and knew I was going to be bruised the next morning. That is, if I survived that long.
There was another disturbance and I felt as if the ship was going to flip upside down. I felt my feet leave the ground and my back slide further up the cool metal ship until I was violently slammed against the crate that had bruised me. However this time I was sure I broke one of the crates under my weight.
I wasn't that heavy, but my height matched perfectly up with my weight. Being 5'10", I could see how I easily I broke those boxes. I was just glad a child wasn't on that side of me or else I would have broken them instead.
The ship rocked a little more before the motion settle down along with the stowaways.
Silence at a time like this wasn't easily welcomed. I felt uncomfortable in this silence. Just moments ago I felt like the world was coming to an end. Just moments ago the noise level brought me back to the shore with James. Just moments ago children were crying for their mommy and daddy.
Now, all that remained was silence. An eerie silence that whispered danger was coming.
That was, until we all heard footsteps up above. I could feel myself being pinned up against the wall. My fingertips were pressed white up against the ship as my breaths started to shake. I saw what no one in their life wants to see, the grey coats.
I looked around to the other stowaways. Most had loved ones to cling onto, while I had the wall.
The grey coats started to kill people right before my eyes, and that's when the noise level started to soar once more. Though this time it was louder, and people were running frantically into each other. There was no room to move, so I didn't try. I could tell by the examples set by those who did move and try to escape, that death was their only option.
I closed my amber eyes once more. I brought my shaking hands up to my ear and pressed them hard against my head. I took a fist full of hair and ear as my hands trembled trying to block out to sound. I lowered my head so my chin touched my collar bone and I sank to the ground leaning my forehead up to my pulled up knees.
My hands didn't block out the sound, my closed eyes didn't stop me from unseeing what I have already seen, the position I was in didn't stop them from taking me captive.
That's right, captive, not dead. I didn't know whether to be happy I was alive or sad that I was in this predicament. But either way I was afraid.
I felt a sting run from one shoulder to the other and a fainter sting across the neck. The pain forced me to remove my hands from my ears and grab hold of the back of my neck and one of my shoulders. I didn't want to look up but I didn't have much of a choice. The man in a grey coat took a fist full of my hair and yanked it back forcefully. The cut on the back of my neck now stung even more and the cut that was shoulder to shoulder felt like needles were stabbing into it, pressed against the cold ship.
Tears of fear and pain swam in my eyes and blurred my vision until I blinked them away. The man in the grey coat now gave me a devious smile as his emotionless eyes started into mine. He then yanked my hair up, and I obeyed to this painful command. He laughed at my pain and started to drag me over the dead bodies and up the stairs, until the sight was no more.
Instead I saw the night sky, sparkling with glimmers of hopes and dreams. Those glimmers - those stars were just mocking me. I knew my hopes for surviving this war and my dream of going back home to see my brother were of a very slim chance.
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