Rosewood

That Night (Prologue)

I remembered it all too well...
Walking in the middle of camp; the rest of the group continued the onslaught. I grew distasteful of this whole endeavor and I came to the assumption of taking a stroll away from them. The screams that echoed in my ear grew dim as I searched in more tents. Gun powder suffocated my nose. After awhile...silence. Came back with campers' belongings and sat it next to me. The others raided too and did...other things. One drag a woman's body back into a tent and laughing hysterically. The sounds of him grunting and groaning continuously replay in my head. Primitive. Violent. Such vulgar actions only I couldn't comprehend at that very moment. Many of them eloped corpses; fornication so vile it can only be described as unreal. I held my tongue as I watched men ravage a woman's half naked body again...and again...and again...and a...I soon became one-sided as I heard something three tents down. I left the AR-15 with the group of barbarians and pursued the commotion. I never fancied a firearm for the task of killing in such a matter. I prefer close and personal; silent, cunning, sneaky. Yes. I followed the commotion to a tattered tent. One side leaning towards me; the other had collapsed in itself covered in holes and tears that was from the of 5.56m rounds. I approached the tent and took out my knife. I sliced a hole for me to get in and looked around; moving bags and clothes around until something caught my eye. I felt something smooth and soft underneath a sleeping bag. I lifted my hand up to my face a saw blood. I pulled the sleeping bag away and found something...unexpected....menacing  that was down right terrifying. I never hurt a female before. Her blood running down her chest to her left side of her waist. I was petrified. I've always killed the men that wronged me or that wronged others. But this...this was unreal. I didn't know what to do so I paused and thought about what I should do. I started to hyperventilate; my vision started get blurry as it would if they had something to say..."Leave her." I turned as Malcolm peering from my vision. "No, we get her help", says Billy from my left side. Constant arguing and bickering breaks out. No decision, no one to listen to. I snapped. "Shut up!" The tent was silent. I looked down to see the wounded girl staring blindly at me; petrified to what she has seen. I have to think, I have to have a plan. "Give her to the savages." Malcolm suggested. "That's not you. Do what you think is right." Billy replied.  I looked over and saw me and Billy having the same grin. I crouched in front the helpless female. "Shh, be silent my dear, there is nothing to fear. I will keep you safe and silence those who will interfere." I placed the sleeping bag back on top of her and exited the tent. I looked at the group of men continuing their necromancy. I sharpened my knife and fixed my devilish grin upon my face. Slowly opened my mouth. "Let the game begin."