A Civil Disagreement (Countryhumans American Civil War)

A Terrorist Or A Martyr?

October 17, 1859

Why did it always seem to be her? Why did so many major slave revolts seem to take place in her state?

And this one seemed more severe than the others. The insurrectionists, the raiders, had taken control of a federal arsenal in Harpers Ferry last night. Unfortunately, word had only arrived after the armory had fallen, which meant that the raiders had time to bunker down and take hostages.

It was shaping up to be a proper disaster.

The townspeople had been doing their best to chase off the raiders, but they failed. Fighting was still going on when Virginia arrived with the local militia. The militia and Virginia were quick to seal off any escape routes the raiders could use and were now besieging them, hoping to break in and attack them.

Thankfully, they had some success, as they were able to capture and kill several of the raiders, many of them during escape attempts. And luckily, they have managed to come out of this with significantly fewer deaths, with only one casualty, as opposed to the raiders' five.

But still, there was a lot of work remaining to be done, starting with getting the raiders out of the armory. They needed to assault it, and the US Rifle Works had also been taken over, making their job harder.

Luckily, a civilian force was planning on doing just that, and Virginia would be joining them. She wanted to be a part in ending this revolt. She needed to be. Virginia pretended like she didn't hear the whispers. The doubts people circled about her place in her government due to her gender. The people who stopped Virginia from fighting because they thought they knew best.

Virginia hated it. She hated it so much. Father always defended DC from that kind of verbal assault, but never her. What did precious little District of Columbia have that Virgina didn't?

Virginia blinked, swallowing down the emotions. They would do her no good here. Regardless of what they thought, regardless of what they said, she would prove them wrong.

It was 2:00 pm, and Virginia was going to take back that damned Rifle Works.

Then they would all see! They had to see.

She was the Commonwealth of Virginia. She was a lady, but she was also a soldier and a politician, and everything they said she couldn't be. After all, if men can do it, it's not that hard. Virginia went to tie back her hair before picking up her gun.

"Are you sure you should be doing this, Virginia? I mean, you ar—"

"I am the Commonwealth of Virginia. I cannot be killed by humans. You have no need to worry about me. I am older than you, and your father, and your grandfather. I can handle myself far better than you can." Virginia said voice clipped and harsh. The human backed away.

"Alright, if you're sure then," he said, sounding hesitant.

"I am. Now, how about you prepare for the assault instead of wasting both of our time? We have traitors to catch and hostages to save." Virginia said. The man quickly scurried away.

Yes, Father wouldn't save her from the taunts. But she could handle herself. She didn't need him to protect her like he protects the sweet, innocent District of Columbia.

"The assault will begin soon." Someone announced. Virginia smiled, checking to make sure that her gun was fully loaded.

It was time to show the revolters what a girl like her could do.

The crowd and Virginia began moving forward, storming towards the building they planned to take. She had her gun raised, ready to shoot any raiders that she saw. Virginia heard a gunshot go off and looked to see that one of the men had killed a slave that was with the group, maybe one that belonged to the two gentlemen who had been captured.

Served that n—r right for betraying his master and his country and siding with a bunch of abolitionist traitors. Wonder how many more of those n—rs they would have to kill.

"The mayor's been shot!" Someone yelled. Virginia froze. Mayor Beckham had been shot? What was he even doing here? Enraged, Virginia swung her gun to face the first traitor she saw and fired. The traitor fell and hopefully was dead.

"Ungrateful and traitorous abolitionists." Virginia hissed out. She would make them all pay for this and make them face the death penalty for this crime.

Her state was not a place for traitors, nor was it a place for terrorists to try and play "hero" because they thought that slavery was wrong, that it was inhumane, or some nonsense. The slaves liked being enslaved. God made them that way.

Why wouldn't any of those damned abolitionists see it that way? Why were they so set on going against the word of God, so set on trying to rip Virginia's family apart by trying to convince her siblings and Father that the natural order of things was wrong?

It was all so stupid, and it always led us back to this, to violence. If only someone could make those abolitionists understand.

If only......

At least the militia prepared to take back the armory and the hostages. Then this awful battle would be over, and hopefully with no more civilian or militia casualties.

But still, how much violence will be caused by the abolitionists in the future? How much further would they go?

When will they see that things are how they were always meant to be?

God made slaves, and he made them to like being enslaved. It was their destiny, just like it was Virginia's destiny, the destiny of all white people to own them.

Anyone who said otherwise was just wrong, uneducated, and just plain stupid. It's a wonder the abolitionists had support in the first place. Who would support a bunch of terrorists, or at the very least, terrorists in the making?

Hopefully, more could be done to stop them before any more major violence breaks out.

Although hope can only get you so far.

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March 7, 1860

"Ana! I have news for you! Come here!" Alabama called over to his sister. Louisiana smiled over at him before finishing up her conversation with DC and walking over to him.

"What is it, Bama?" she asked. Alabama smiled, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and guided her out of the room, dropping his voice to a whisper.

"Didja hear about the bet made between one of my people and yours?" he asked her. Louisiana shook her head.

"Non, I haven't. What's this about Bama?" She asked suspicion in her voice. Alabama smiled.

"Well, one of my people thinks he can smuggle some new slaves in from Dahomey, and he made a bet with someone from New Orleans. The ship left yesterday." Alabama told her. Louisiana's eyes widened.

"That's a risky move." She said. Alabama shrugged.

"Please, we both know that Pa can't stop every ship and search them. Besides, you know how York is involved with some slave smuggling? Or he was, at least. The point is that he says it's not that hard if you know what you're doing." Alabama explained.

"Ah, right, I forgot York used to be involved with that. You sure he won't tell Dee about what your people are doing?" Louisiana asked.

"Not unless he wants to get in trouble for his own smuggling involvement. Besides, I didn't tell him who, so York doesn't know much anyway." Alabama explained. Louisiana nodded.

"Smart move, little brother. But...why tell me about this?" She asked. Alabama smirked.

"Well, Ana, do you want to make a bet?"