The Spy's Betrayal
Laying on the ground with blood dripping out of my mouth onto the ground, I hear the sounds of guns firing in the background. Glancing up, I see a fist slam into my face, making black spots dance in front of my eyes. As I lay there staring into my enemy's face, I also stare into death.
With the cold night air stinging my cheeks, I leaned against a tree trunk, staring into the distance, watching the flurry of soldiers in the camp. Yeah, soldiers who are half blind by all the smoke. We were all probably going to die before we even fight. Letting out a sigh, I sat down, and think of my beautiful little girl, of my wife. Do this for Rosie. Give her a better place to live in, a better life than Emily had. I could almost hear Rosie’s loud, bright, cheerful laugh that could make anyone down smile. Lost in thought, I hadn't realized someone had been coming up behind me until I heard a voice call out.
"Hey, Alex! Whatcha doing out here freezing your arse off? Why don't you come inside, have a drink with me and James?"
I looked up at my friend before starting back down into my hands. "Nah Marcus, it's fine. I'm just going to stay out here a while. Ya know, mull things over."
"Yeah? Like what? Your probable death? Because seriously if we don't die fighting, we're going to die in this godforsaken camp.” Marcus laughed, but there was no humor in it. “The offer still stands, but I'm going. You better be back in a tent soon because I don't wanna come out here to drag your frozen carcass back to camp," Marcus said turning away from me. Releasing a harsh bark of laughter, I shook my head and wondered how in the world I was going to get out of this war alive.
An hour later, I arrived back to my tent from where I could spot Marcus drinking with his rowdy group of friends. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder, making me start.
"Hey, sorry ‘bout that, didn't mean to scare you. Um, I wanted to ask if you could uh…" James trailed off, his eyes dancing nervously around.
Looking at him, I saw him fidget uncomfortably before his eyes met mine.
When I arched my eyebrow in a silent question, he continued. "Could you give this to my wife and family if I die here in this war?" he asked me as he handed me a thick stack of envelopes. "I've been meaning to ask you for a while, but I guess I just didn't want to think that I'd die. Also, I wanted to tell you Marcus has been acting a little strange lately, sometimes disappearing to god knows were for hours at a time. So, yeah."
"Ok, James," I said, not taking it too seriously. "But hey, I promise that I'll give this to your family if I live."
"Thanks man. So, you wanna go drink with Marcus loud group of friends?"
As we were walking over, I heard a voice shout, “The Redcoats are coming!” in the distance followed by a loud booming sound. The noise in the camp died down instantly before everyone jumped into motion, running into their...