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Lafayette pov

"Mon Ami Alexander" I shout and put my hand over this shoulder.

"Where is your sister? I haven't seen her in a while" I whisper quietly on his ear. I'd been looking for her since the speech

"I don't know. You're her.... I don't know what you are. You should know where she is." Alex moves away and tries to wave me away dismissively  but I grab his wrist and pull him back to me

"Alexander! The speeches were 2 hours ago! Nobody has seen her since then!" I whisper in his ear hoping it would finally get through

Unfortunately it doesn't.

"She'll be fine! She's probably fine back gone to camp or something" Alex says this time turning away and walking off from me.

I don't know where she is, but there's a horrible sickly feeling in the bottom of my stomache.

Y/N's pov (the next day)

Everything's dark....

I can only just open my eyes.

My body feels sore and stiff.

My throat is dry.

I go to call out for help. But.

"You're sure this is her?"

"I know who my sister is" I recognize this voice, my mind is still cloudy though.

"She looks like another soldier though"

I can hear someone sigh

"She was raised by my father what do you expect?" I now recognise the voice, it was James. My mind is slowly coming back together like a jigsaw.

Suddenly my hood is ripped off, my vision is blurry and has spots in for a few minutes but eventually comes back.

I look around. I'm in a shed like structure, the smell of something burning lightly resided here.

I look at my brother he hasn't changed, he looks almost like an exact copy of me. Well apart from our voices.

I look up at the other man and squint a little, my eye patch must be off again.

He had a red coat on and a British accent.

He looks shocked for a moment.

"Wow.... It really is her." The British general crouch down in front of me

I tried to slide back in my chair a little but where as my mind was clear my muscles and body hadn't yet caught up.

So I did the best thing I could. I put my head back and spat whatever I could at him.

He winced as a fat glob of spit hit the side of his face, just beneath his eye.

My brother gasps and takes a step back

"How unladylike" The British general says wiping of the spit from his face

I simply smirk back at him

He laughs quietly, before punching me in the face. Hitting right into my bad eye.

"SON OF A BITCH!" I shout wishing I could clutch my eye. It hurt like a bitch

For a moment I thought James was going to step in. But I'd been mistaken.

"Listen here little lady" He bends down and looks at me

"You're going to be stuck here until we manage to get a boat to take you to England, where you'll be put on trial and will most likely hang." The British general says expecting me to react badly.

The threat of death has never scared me, why would it now?

"But if you act up like just then, we get permission to beat you and starve you. After all we can just say you died on the way over" The general whispers it in my ear this time

I wince and move backwards

"You have really, really bad breath" I say wrinkling up my nose.

The general stands back up and chuckles but doesn't say anything else. He simply indicates for my brother to follow him.

I put my head down as a tear creeps down my face. All I can think about is how much I've fucked up. If I was more careful I could be with all the lads. I could be in Lafayette's arms....