The Silent Orchestra

12

The sounds of screaming and agony brought Roger back to consciousness. Many soldiers ran around the campsite, and some lay on the  ground, their chests convulsing rapidly as they struggled to take in air. Among them was Alex. In the middle of all of the chaos, Roger could see exactly who was causing the men to run away in fright; It was, unsurprisingly, the chief assassin, Christopher Joeseph. Disgusting, terrible swine.
Christopher began to look around for any more vulnerable soldiers. His gaze met Roger's, and the man began to step closer, his slender fingers curled around the hilt of a silver broadsword.
The blonde haired soldier couldn't move; He felt as if all of his joints had been locked in place. He watched silently as Christopher held the sword above His head, ready to bring it down upon Roger's so vulnerable chest.
The soldier couldn't escape this time; Alex wasn't there to drag him away and treat his wounds.
This time, he was going to die.
He was going to die.
"Roger! Dammit Roger, wake up!"
His eyes fluttered open once again, and he could make out a face; She had pale skin and rosy cheeks, with mousy brown hair that fell neatly over her face. Her eyes were like trees, wooden trunks spreading out into flourishing leaves of green that never seemed to fade.
"Alex..." He murmured with all of his strength.
"Oh, Roger." She gazed upon him teary eyed, smiling.
Roger figured he must be in the realm of the afterlife. He honestly didn't care at this point. H was with Alex, and that's all that really mattered.
"I see he got you too, Alex. At least we're still together."
"What are you talking about?"


***A/N^***
I apologize that this chapter is rather short. There's supposed to be another plot twist coming up soon, and I didn't want to give it away in this chapter. I had to update at some point, so I guess this is it.