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"Hey look. She's moving." I hear someone laugh as I try to sit up. Then I realized that I don't know where I am or who those people are. I don't even know if Lafayette is okay. The thought of him gone scares me and brings tears to my eyes which are open looking at nothing. All I feel is restrained. Restrained from moving my arms and legs. Restrained from seeing and shouting for help. Even restrained from Lafayette. There wasn't anything more I would want right now than to hear Laf's voice and know he's okay. I'm to lost in thought to listen to what the red coats are saying although I should listen to them. Then again what's the point if I never get out of here? At any moment in time they could kill me. I'm totally helpless.

"There she is!" a man says while untying the blind fold and taking out the gag.

"Oh come on Harry! What if she screams again?" another red coat says from the table across the room to the man I now know as Harry. The room has a table on the far side of it opposite of the staircase leading to a door. The place is filled with crates of who knows what. I assume this is a basement because of the lack of windows. I look around seeing if anyone else that wasn't a red coat was down here but all I saw was those stupid Brits playing cards at the table during the revolution. 

"Come on." Harry says untying my legs picking me up from the floor then leads me to the table. He pulls up an empty crate from the wall,"Sit down." I listen to him as he takes a seat next to me.

"See she doesn't talk."the man across from Louis and I said. There was eight of us in total at the table.

"You talk don't you?"Harry asks me.

"Yes." I say only a little bit louder than a whisper. All the boys yell after my reply.

"Hey we got something out of her!"one says.

"But goddamn she's so quiet!" another says.

They all continue playing cards as I gaze at the dim room. There are guns lined up on the opposite wall of where I'm sitting. I listen in on some of their conversation finding out the others names. In front of me is Casey and Joe. To the right is Curtis and Jeffrey. On the left is Matthew and Paul. 

"What's your name?" Louis turns to me and asks. I can feel my heart stop for a moment then I go over my options quickly. You can ask them why, tell them your real name, or give them a fake one.  

'Quick decision Y/N... Come on...' I think before finally speaking.

"Y/Fake/N." I say quickly. 

"I used to have a cat named Y/Fake/N."Curtis added. 

"Now's not the time for cats let's see what we can get out of her."Jefferey whispers probably thinking I can't hear it to Curtis. 

"Guys I'm hungry." Matthew complained. 

"Why don't you guys go and eat." Harry says,"I'll stay here with Y/Fake/Name." 

I immediately tense up. I do not want to be around the seven of them but I feel like being around only one of them would be even worse. But how could it get worse? Jefferey argues with Harry for awhile before giving in leading the others up the stairs. I was correct earlier that it was a basement as a little bit of sunlight shined in while they opened the door. 

"Sorry about Jefferey." Harry laughs,"He's a bit rude well, all the time." 

"Why are you talking to me?" I ask which may have been a bad thing. I just never thought that a kidnapper would be talking politely to their victim.

"I like to be civil. Polite." he said,"Treat others how you want to be treated." 

"So you want me to kidnap you?" I ask jokingly still on guard if he pulls anything. 

"No." Harry says,"You see I'm not supposed to be here. In this war I mean. My brother is supposed to but he died in an accident so I took his place. I hate violence and seeing people hurt. I want to help you I really do. I just can't risk anything. My mom and little sister are back in England and I don't want them hurt. I'm sorry I can't help you get away." he pauses as I stare in shock at everything he's telling me,"Yet."

"What do you mean yet?" I ask quietly.

"If there is any possibility you could get away without the blame being traced to me I'll make sure it happens in a heart beat." He says equally as quiet.

"Harry?" I whisper.

"Yes?" He sits up at me saying his name.

"Where did you take the man that was with me?" 

"I'm not sure Y/Fake/N. Jefferey was the one to deal with that. I mean him. Is the man special to you?" Harry asks.

I think of a lie like it was on the back of my hand and reply,"No he was just a soldier who had a message for me."

"Okay. Do you need anything?" he asks politely as if we're friends. 

"Water." I say now realizing that one of the reasons I may be talking so quietly is because my throat is dry. 

"No problem." he says grabbing a glass handing it to me. 

"How do you want the war to end?" I ask wondering how I would even respond to the answer.

"It would be great if England won but I realize why all of the colonists are mad at us. King George is a bit of an ass. No he is an ass." 

"If I were mistaken I'd think you were a colonist." I say replying to his answer.

"I'd love to live in the colonies. Well obviously not where there are battles going on." Harry replies.

"Then why don't you?" 

"I know no one here and hardly have any money for a home." He says.

"You know me now."I say.

"Perhaps when your free." he smiles,"Hopefully soon." 

"Yeah." I reply thinking about everything I have taken for granted about being free. 

"Harry bring that girl up here!"I hear Jefferey yell from the top of the stairs,"This guy wants to talk to her!"

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