"Germans!" She hissed quietly, "Th-they're back."
Catos brow furrowed.
He was told they wouldn't be this close by to their landing spot, but perhaps the commander misjudged the opposing sides ways. Then a voice yelled. A voice Cato knew all too well.
"OUT! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE! HANDS UP! NO WEAPONS!"
"That is not a German accent," the girl whispered as she huddled against Cato.
Cato stood, knowing that nothing bad would happen, but the girl looked unsure.
"It's alright. My side," he whispered.
She nodded slightly poking her head up, and eyeing the men surrounding her home.
"Marvel! Not Germans! Hold you fire!"
The young man stared at his blonde friend as he exited the building, the little French girl close by his side.
It seemed that she felt safe around him, for some bizarre unknown reason. Perhaps it was because of the way he spoke. Soft, gentle.
She liked the Canadian accent, and his rather bad French one too.
"Who is this?" Marvel snapped staring at the girl.
"Ah..." Cato looked down at her, realizing he didn't know her name.
"I am Clove...Clove Kentwell."
Marvel eyed her suspiciously.
"Well she sounds French..."
"I am French." Clove snapped rather abruptly. "Now if you could be so kind as to not murder my siblings and I-"
"Siblings?" Cato questioned.
"In the basement."
He nodded then looked back up at Marvel and the two other paratroopers.
"Go on. I'm going to help her for a bit. And I have to get my leg bandaged up."
Marvel hesitated but Cato urged him on.
"I can hold my own. Now go!"
The three men nodded, and began to trudge away.
"Clove..." Cato whispered gently, and she looked curiously up at him, "Beautiful name."
She found herself blushing slightly.
As she stared up at the tall man...who was maybe only nineteen or so, and she couldn't help but notice how rather handsome he was.
"Are you alright?" He whispered, and she nodded.
"I can fix your leg now...if you would like..."
He nodded and she gestured for him to sit down.
"So whats his name?"Clove asked.
"Hm,"Cato muttered as she quietly wrapped his leg.
"The boy trying to kill us? What's his name?"Clove repeated.
"Marvel. Marvel Sanford,"Cato said.
This boy reminded her of someone in her childhood before she moved to France but she just couldn't put her finger on it. Clove finished up with the bandage and stood up.
"Alright just don't put to much um,"she began trying to remember her English. "Pressure? Weight on it and make sure your friend-"
"Marvel,"Cato filled in.
"Right him. Stays by you. There's no. How to say this? Remnants of the bullet luckily though,"Clove said.
Mark suddenly burst up the stairs holding Lucy in his arms.
The pair exchanged a few words in French before having a silent conversation. Mark sighed in defeat.
"Where do you have to be? We've seen a lot of soldiers and they've all been going different places,"Mark explained.
His younger brown haired sister wanted one of them to show Cato where to go. He wasn't fond of the idea and Clove knew it but she also knew he was a little scared of her.
"Cato...if it would be alright with you...I can walk you to one of the camps of the other soldiers. It's not too far," Clove offered, earning herself a glare from Mark.
"That would be...nice...But are you three going to be alright?"
Clove nodded casting a quick glance at her siblings.
"We will be OK."
Cato nodded, tapping his bad leg, causing Clove to frown.
"Should you wait a bit? For it to...erm...heal somewhat?"
"No, no...it's fine. Are you ready to go?"
Clove nodded slightly, walking towards the door and swinging it open.
Cato followed and walked out next to her.
"Be on guard. There might be soldiers out here...not all friendly. Especially to you. Germans won't like the sight of red and white. Follow me this way."
Cato stumbled after the girl, who was quickly racing up out of the towns area.
"C-clove. Wait...my leg."
She turned and glanced down at his bandage, leaning down.
Cato grit his teeth as she poked around, unwrapping, then tightening the bandage.
"Sorry if it hurts," she whispered.
"No. It's alright."
Cato stared down at the girl in wonder. She was very beautiful, there was no doubt about that. The freckles that covered her nose and cheeks, her gleaming eyes.
There was something familiar about her. But he couldn't remember.
The soldiers and the citizens (pt.1)
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