So this is what happens when I'm sick and bored. I get crazy ideas. Sorry its not any of my other unfinished stories, but I couldn't ignore this one at all.
I disown everything.
1865-Five days after the end of the Civil War
"I need to get going." He informed his boss with a smile, it was getting late and he was tired. Besides he was war torn enough as it was, the slash across his torso was acting up again. "Enjoy the show you two." He smiled, tipping his hat to the pair before turning to the door. Closing the door behind him he could hear the faint chattering of the two, smiling he pressed on
He didn't remember the last time he had smiled, but it took about three days after the war for him to start again. He had only gotten his voice yesterday, and even then he still sounded scratchy, at least he could talk again. He adjusted his glasses for a quick second, feeling the coolness they provided to his nose and smiled. For four years he hadn't been wearing them, and he missed them.
With a slight limp, he worked his way through the happy crowds, both completely sober and completely drunk. He was happy to see people like this, happy to see that the two sides could get along better now, still some hostility, but everyone seemed happy to not be fighting the war any more. He knew for sure he was happy to be his old self again.
He was a few blocks from his house when he noticed something wasn't right. Something in his gut told him something was wrong. It was a heavy hatred for the man that saved him, his eyes widened, and a breathless "no" hissed out as he turned back in the direction he had come from. He should have noticed sooner, but before he could hurry of to warn his boss there was a gentle click of a gun cocking itself.
"Stop right there, Mr. Jones." Some stern voice made him turn back around slowly, his blue eyes wide behind his glasses. "I wouldn't suggest any sudden movements, that could get you shot." His eyes narrowed, as he took a shocked step back.
"What is the meaning of this?!" He demanded as he looked around, when had the other five people circling him. "I have no clue who you are." He wasn't exactly lying, but he wasn't telling the truth either.
"I believe you do Mr. Jones. Do bother trying to throw us off, we know who and what ya'll are." The man in front of him informed, and he felt his heart stop.
"What do you want?" He asked glaring hard.
"It's very simple, Mr. Jones. You aren't natural, and we are exactly fans of the unnatural." A sinister smile reached everyone's lips but his. The only thing he could think about was getting out of there. "Now all we ask is for ya'll to cooperate with us and we'll go from there."
He didn't remember when he had grabbed on of the members and flung him at the group before bolting off down some ally. He cursed and hissed as the pain slowed his escape, but he knew he wasn't going home anytime soon.
Okay so sorry for the on and off Southern accent. And so you all know, this takes place at the same time as the beginning of the second National Treasure movie. Well the beginning scene at least, the rest of the story is after the second movie. God I am going to have way to much fun with this.
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