An Eastern Arrival
A collaboration with @thescarleteagle
Chapter III: The Newly Allied Powers
The entrance hall in the manor was silent of Patience and Nigel staring at the door. It stayed that way for a few seconds until Nigel felt a tug on his arm, Patience leading him to the outdoors.
“What on this bloody earth are you doing?” Nigel shouts, trying to get out of the puritan’s grip. “Shh! Stay quiet!” Patience whispers, dragging Nigel to a nearby bush. “What are we doing-“ Before Nigel could finish his sentence he looks infront of himself and spots his former lover, with Pierre by his side. “Look at those two chortling.” Patience says disappointingly, as Nigel finally figured that out what they were doing. “Are we spying on them? This is completely unethical!” Nigel exclaims at a quiet whisper. The two go quiet, after they notice Isaac and Pierre hear something.
Once the two soldiers continued talking at it was safe, Patience looks over at Nigel. “It’s basically confession, and weren’t you a solider, isn’t that what you did in the war?” She questions him, as he contemplates it more and stares at Isaac and Pierre smiling, a true smile, that he and Isaac once had shared.
“Listen… in the dirt it was my job to keep an eye on Pierre, and Patience knows you still love Isaac-“ Patience says, before getting cut off by Nigel. “Love him? He ditched me, how can I love him.” He says, very much in denial. “Ok, but it seems that you still care for him, and getting himself involved with a sinner like Pierre wouldn’t be good for him at all. So allow me to help you.” Patience says staring him in the eye with in a serious tone. “Alright fine, but how can I know that you’re being truthful?” Nigel asks.
“Well firstly, lying is a sin.” Patience says, to which Nigel shrugs off. “And we’ve been trying to get him sucked off for centuries, his sinful nature is bad for the others. Now that I’ve brought him up here, Patience realized it only made him worse.” Patience says, glaring at Pierre, who was walking off to a trail with Isaac.
As Nigel goes in to shake her hand, she grabs him and runs to a thick tree, able to shield both of them from view. “Go to the shed, if Isaac is still continuing his tour around the property, Patience is sure he will go there soon.” Patience says, sternly looking at him, shaking his hand and as she wipes he hand against her the apron of her dress, she watches as he runs off into the depths of the woods.
Nigel spends, what feels like hours, sitting on his bed, as he gets weird looks from his fellow shed ghosts. The awkward staring didn’t stop until two bodies came from the door.
“And this is the shed, where we keep the whining British losers.” Isaac says, as he gets annoyed glares from the soldiers in the room. Pierre looks around till his eyes lock with Nigels. “Oh, and who is this cutie?” He says walking towards Nigel with a smirk. Pierre stares at him, expecting a reply, to which Isaac responds for him. “That’s my ex-fiancé, Nigel.” Isaac says as Pierre lightly grabs Nigel’s hand and goes down to kiss it. But before he manages to kiss Nigel’s hand, Nigel snaps his hand back towards himself. “Do that again and I will break your hand.” Nigel threatens, as Isaac gasps in the background. “Oh! A feisty one.” Pierre manages to say, still keeping his smirk.
Nigel stands up from the edge of his mattress. “Quit the act! We all know your cocky attitude is just a disguise you use to hide your insecurities!” Nigel shouts, and for a split second he could see his true feelings. Nigel wished to talk to Isaac, but before he could get a word out, Isaac was ushering Pierre out of the shed.
“I’m soo sorry about him! He can sometimes be a lot.” Isaac said while following Pierre. But no matter how hard Issac tried to apologize or talk to him, Pierre gave him no answer.It took a moment of awkward silence until Isaac was able to ask the question he’s been wondering.
“Are you ok?” Isaac asks while fidgeting with his hands and then giving a gesture of support by resting his hand on Pierre’s shoulder. Leaving Pierre in a look of shock, which turned into anger. “I’m fine!” Pierre shouts, moving his shoulder away and walking away before dusting off any trace of Isaac on the gold trim on his uniform.
Walking his own way, Pierre wanders the woods until he finds a familiar spot. The sky shielded by trees, but despite it being a field of flowers and bushes, Pierre was able to visualize a tent. Closing his eyes, he sees himself, like an actor watching their own movie, sitting at a table surrounded by his comrades. The group was eating a lovely breakfast, mainly consisting of classic French foods. Pierre was eating a baguette, until everything seemed to go by quick and the sound of gunshots filled his ears. Pierre was struggling and unable to say a word, died with his final sight of his comrades running out of the tent, everything went black.
Now Pierre stands in that same spot, but it was quiet and like that moment he died, he was alone.
