Multifandom Imagines

Davy Prentiss Jr. ~ Beautiful

Female reader

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I had just stolen some supplies and grain from the storehouses, and ran through the woods of New Prentisstown, trying to move as quickly as I could without making much noise. As you may know, the forest is filled with lots of dead leaves and twigs, perfect for making snapping and crunching sounds as you stepped on them.

I had the army of New Prentisstown on my heels; though I don't see why you would have half your army go after one measly little girl that "couldn't do anything but chores and healing." I scowled involuntarily at the memory that one of the captains had said as I eavesdropped on one of his conversations. Um, excuse me, Captain-whatever-your-name-is. I've got your so-called effing "President's" army hot on my trail. You still think that girls can't do more than chores and healing now?

I could hear the river in the distance, and slowed down to a walk. I could take a drink of water from the river for a few minutes, then start hurrying back to Mistress Coyle and her camp.

Mistress Coyle had long left me to my devices. She thought I was too wild to be taken in and given orders (which I was. She learned that the hard way.). She let me roam free, working on my own and at my own pace, helping her in my own way. I clutched the stolen goods closer to me, not daring to drop anything. Mistress Coyle would have my head, no matter how wild I was. There were even some lines someone like me didn't dare cross.

I was just about to reach the river when I heard hooves galloping along behind me. And by the sounds of it, they weren't far behind, and would be here any second. I groaned quietly, picking up my pace again and feeling the air burn my dry throat. I saw an outpost that I assembled myself, one of many that I built in the shadows of the night in case I ever needed shelter or a hiding place. Mistress Coyle knew where they were, and if I didn't come back anytime before sunset, she'd send out people to each outpost to collect anything that I didn't deliver.

I quickly threw the supplies up into the trees branches, hearing a soft "thud" as it hit the platform. I quickly climbed up after it, and laid low on the platform, waiting for the men to pass. A moment later, I saw two men on horseback cautiously walking under my platform, peering around. I almost snickered at how dumb they were, and was glad the female population wasn't affected by the Noise germ.

I kept watching them as they moved past my platform, and as soon as they were out of earshot and sight, I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. I waited in a few more moments in silence before making a move to throw my bag down and jumping down after it.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, I was tackled to the ground by a heavy figure, knocking the air out of me. I lay on the ground, not moving for a second, trying to regain my breath as best as I could with the figure on top of me. I turned my head slightly to see who my attacker was, and saw that it was none other than Davy Prentiss Jr. himself.

I narrowed my eyes. A deep hatred for him resided in my heart. One of my best friends before all this was a little Spackle boy, and he was such an innocent thing. Always playful and asking me to play; you couldn't say no to him. But then one day, they decide to band the Spackle, as if they're nothing more than sheep! How dare they harm my best friend?! I couldn't do anything that time, and there is nothing more irritating and soul-crushing than to feel powerless, to feel like you can't do anything to stop what you hate.

Davy's weight lessened, and I assumed he got up. And for a moment, he did. But then a sharp jab in my lower back told me that he wasn't going to let me go for a while. I discreetly moved my hand to my hidden belt, where it held my small pocketknife my dad gave me before dying.