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The Gift
By : MaidOfDishonor
Category: M through R > Revolution
Views: 3992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Revolution, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I only own my original character, Lily. - Chapter List
Chapter Fifteen
Surprisingly, life without Miles went on, but I felt an emptiness I’d never known. Some days were better than others. On the good days I kept busy in my shop and lost myself in my work. I took on extra projects to give me an excuse not to go home. Home was the last place I wanted to be. Without Miles it felt empty. Quiet and as void of life as a tomb. On the bad days I slept in my shop or stumbled home to cry myself to sleep, clutching his pillow. By the end of the first month I couldn’t smell him on it anymore. I spent more time than I’m willing to admit, digging through what was left of his clothes and belongings, trying to find something that smelled of him. Something that would prove he’d been there. That he actually existed. It was a hard month. But I managed to get through it. Miles had always said I was strong, I just wish he didn’t have to test me like this. And then one day things changed that added a new definition to the meaning of bad days. One particularly warm day, a little over a month after Miles had left, a new group of militia arrived in town. I was busy in my shop, just putting the finishing touches on a fancy sword a rich man had commissioned. As I held it up to the light to admire the fine detail of the engraving I’d done along the blade, I was surprised to see a large group of militia-men standing before me. One held up a piece of paper, examined it, then trained his eyes on me. He glanced back at the paper then studied my face again. A sick feeling rose in my gut and I snaked my empty left hand behind me to grab a knife sitting on a work bench. “That’s her alright. She looks a little older but her hair is just the shade of red General Monroe described. Grab her. Alive.” Christ, I thought. This isn’t happening. But I didn’t have time to wonder why Monroe wanted me, instead I brought the knife out from behind my back and pointed both it and the pretty sword at the men in front of me. “Leave now and you can keep your heads” I said with as much bravado as I could muster. All the training Miles had put me through over the last three years was about to be tested. “Put your blades down. It’s against the law to draw weapons against the militia. We have orders directly from General Monroe himself to bring you in. You’re just lucky he wants you alive and as unhurt as possible. I think he wants to do the hurting part himself.” At this, the men snickered. What would Miles do? What would Miles do? I begged my brain to answer. FIGHT was the only reply I received. So I nodded at them, “I can’t kill all of you, but a lot of you are going to be very sorry” I sneered. In a split second they rushed me and the gates of hell opened wide. Everything happened in slow motion. My blades were a blur as they cut through the air. I managed to take out three or four of my attackers before one of them had his blade at my throat. I held my breath and did what any woman in my position would have done: I kneed him square in the balls. I had to pull my head back with a quickness I didn’t know I possessed because in his torment, the militia-man’s knife swung wildly. Bent over in agony, I sunk my own blade deep into his neck and was rewarded with a spray of blood. Great, I thought. At least I’m not wearing my nice clothes. This time five men rushed me and I knew the fight was over. All too quickly they had me in handcuffs and were dragging me out into the dusty street. Their commander sighed, “Monroe warned me you were feisty and well armed. I just couldn’t believe a woman could be capable of so much carnage. You took out five of my men and the only blood on you is theirs!” “Score one for women’s rights” was all I said, as they loaded me into the back of their wagon.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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