To Live or Die: Segment Seven

Fiction By Emily Grace // 7/22/2011

Segment Seven
Everything Lost

Keaton stayed with Bobby until the sun started showing and the grass was bending with the light breeze from the East. The sky was completely blue.
Keaton was tired, for he had been up the whole storm calming the horses and thinking about what had happened.
He looked off the edge of the cliff and took in the beautiful countryside.
Bobby had fallen back asleep despite the storm and constant neighing of the horses. Keaton looked back at her. The blossoming tree that stood next to her was shedding pedals due to the wind and they were falling all around her. I wonder what Bobby would say if she knew that pink pedals were touching her, he thought. His stomach growled. It must be nearing lunch time.
He walked over to Bobby and lightly shook her.
“Bobby?” he asked quietly. “Bobby, we have to go; we’re too close to Skyeblown to be safe and my stomach is completely empty.”
Bobby stirred and opened her eyes, but immediately shut them. She waited a moment and then blinked continually until the sun’s light didn’t bother her. She sat up. “You do realize that’s the second time in the same day you’ve woke me up? And an outlaw’s never safe.”
She got up and walked to her horse, which was grazing in the shade of the tree. Her cloak was crusted in dried mud and her cheeks were tear stained.
“Are you okay?” he asked her. Bobby turned around, looked off the edge and then into Keaton’s eyes.
“Not many nights do I cry myself to sleep.”
Without another word, she mounted her steed and Keaton his and they rode back to Blackhawk.
Gibbs saw them from a distance and ran to meet them.
“Kaleigh?” he asked when they met. Bobby’s eyes teared up. Keaton looked at her and then at Gibbs. He shook his head sadly. Gibbs’s eyes lowered.
Bobby rode passed them and gave her horse to a random boy – he shrugged and took it. Bobby walked to her tent.
Keaton dismounted and ran after her.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Nothing matters anymore,” she said quietly. “So I’m going to sit in my tent and do nothing.”
She opened the flap and entered. Keaton stood outside.
“Nothing matters anymore,” he repeated sadly. “Kaleigh really meant a lot to her.”
He moped off and sat in his own tent. He lay on his cot and looked at the top.
“Nothing matters,” he said again. “Nothing matters. Nothing. Nothing at all.”
He couldn’t take the silence after he spoke. He sat up and ran out of his tent. He ran away from the camp. He ran away from all he ever knew. He ran away from his fear. He ran away from his grief. He ran away from life.
He ran as fast as he could as straight as he could. He didn’t stop; he couldn’t stop; he forced himself to keep going. He started running down hill, his momentum made it impossible to slow down.
He tripped on a rock and fell head first. Tumbling down the hill, Keaton hit his noggin on many things: rocks, the hard ground, his own body, and even a squirrel at one point.
I don’t think the squirrel made it.
He rolled on past the hill when he came to the bottom and eventually stopped as his momentum died down.
He landed on his knees with his head in his hands. He wept intensely. When he looked up again, he realized how far he had gone from Blackhawk…how close he had gotten to the palace of Zidzendoff – towering over the trees, he could see the giant walls that surrounded the town.
His chest heaved in and out and he could only guess how long he had been running. It was late afternoon and everything was casting shadows that seemed to stretch forever.
A few homes lied here and there. The windows were lit up and he could see the silhouettes of the farmers and their families inside them. Smoke rose from the chimneys.
Every once in a while a chicken would cross his path.
Then he heard footsteps. Lots of them. It sounded like an armed march of knights…and it was.
From the sound of the commanding voice, Keaton guessed they were going to a nearby enemy camp or preparing for a surprise attack.
They were heading right for him, but Keaton stood his ground. They got so close to him that the leader was only a yard away from his nose, but Keaton didn’t move.
The leader studied Keaton from his feet to his hair.
“It’s the Rhymes boy,” the man said afterwards. Keaton stood still. Two men got out of their lines and grabbed Keaton by the arms. They dragged him back to the castle, but Keaton didn’t care. He didn’t even struggle. He just went with them and said, “Nothing matters.”
He had lost the only one he had ever loved.


Why must you make me laugh

Why must you make me laugh about squirrels in the middle of a sad chapter?

Anna | Thu, 12/01/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief



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