Emily Johnson - Blood Feud

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Summary

the tenacity and bravery of child forced to murder her parents killers and bring up her younger siblings amidst wildlife & later sold into slavery... This is the story of a child born into the outback's of Canada in 1948, and whose bravery and courage overcame the brutal murder of her parents, and forcing her to bring up her younger two brothers by herself, in a wilderness of solitude, bears, wolves and mountain lions, and many other critters which would eat you given an opportunity. The Gold buried deeply within the mountains of her family land brings multitudes of uninvited guests, whose only desire was to acquire the wealth, and remove anything in their way. The story leads the readers through her traumatic life, and of her many successes, and failings and yet her sheer tenaciousness to survive, and in time she loses the land, and is sold into slavery, and grows to become one very determined individual and to fight and try to gain back all she had lost. .........

Genre:
Horror / Fantasy
Author:
RASmith
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
22
Rating:
5.0 1 review
Age Rating:
16+

Chapter One.


Introduction.

This is the story of a child born into the outback’s of Canada in 1948, and whose bravery and courage overcame the brutal murder of her parents, and forcing her to bring up her younger two brothers by herself, in a wilderness of solitude, bears, wolves and mountain lions, and many other critters which would eat you given an opportunity.

The Gold buried deeply within the mountains of her family land brings multitudes of uninvited guests, whose only desire was to acquire the wealth, and remove anything in their way. The story leads the readers through her traumatic life, and of her many successes, and failings and yet her sheer tenaciousness to survive, and in time she loses the land, and is sold into slavery, and grows to become one very determined individual and to fight and try to gain back all she had lost.


Hi, my name is Emily, Emily Johnston and this is my Life story from when I was eleven up till now, I’m far from old, but in truth O how I feel it, and believe it or not I have over two hundred and fifty-four children whom depend upon me for their lives, and who were like me at one time sold into brutal slavery. I do not apologise for the graphic and sickening events which you will read about. But then most people close their minds to the thoughts of human trafficking and that of child slavery and the pain and humiliation we are forced to go through, so if you have the courage, sit back and read my story.


The blood was already decorating part of the wall as the second man clutched his chest, James White could not accept that he had been shot, and by a child, and by me a girl at that. He was infamous for his brutal treatment of women and children, and that was usually after he had enjoyed some hours tormenting his victims before he decapitated them and displayed the head next to their bodies as his calling card.

As he looked at his partner’s eyes he could see she was also in denial and shock, they had both thought that they could creep up upon me, and when at the time, I was holding a 12-gage modified goose gun, but unknown to them my father had trained me well and had started taking me hunting with him before I was five years old. I had grown up with guns and four times a week ever since I was one week before my fifth birthday, I had accompanied my father on all his hunting trips and quickly learnt how to be confident around firearms, and to re-load and shoot my own ammunition.

Now I had been forced to turn my father’s gun upon humans for the first time in my life, it all started when I had been awoken by my dog growling, and my pet raven squawking, and then I had heard my mother’s screams, and voices which I had not recognise, and coming from within my home. Quickly I had left my bed and entered my father’s concealed gun room which was cleverly hidden along with our room behind a huge double wardrobe and built into the side of a hill that our humble log cabin fronted. “Shush…,” I said to my two brothers as I awoke them and led them into the gun room.

My Pa as I called my father, had built it when my families original cabin had been destroyed by fire, it was no larger than 30 by 50, but he had secretly sectioned it in such a way, that at first glance, a casual observer would not realise that the cabin had an extension and that it also held his children’s room, and a walk-in gun room, plus a hatch leading to our root cellar.

As children, it was great fun, and in our eyes, it was an adventure to walk through the huge double hand built a wardrobe, and then re-secure the back panel, and making it look like the back of the wardrobe. I had read a book once about a witch and a wardrobe, and in my innocence, I pretended this was part of my secret kingdom, but that was O so long ago, and unknown to me, my innocence was about to change.

At the time, I had thought the intruders had not known of our family and had simply been passing and on seeing the cabin they decided to look for refreshments and anything which they could steal. I had been unable to have prevented my parent’s brutal murders, but had managed to catch the intruders unsuspected and had discharged a 12 gage directly into one of the intruders at close range, “That was for Ma and Pa’s death,” I screamed, and then two fellow intruders were stunned…, when they saw their colleagues leg explode from his hip, and ripping through the flesh and bone as if it was made of clay.

But unbeknown to me there were five intruders and two of them were quietly approaching from behind me, but it was my pet raven that warned me of the approaching danger, as I had left our dog with my brothers and as I managed to swivel my hips and lowered my stance, my pet raven flew down from the rafters and attacked the two intruders in whom I had been keeping at bay. “Move and I will kill you, this pump action shotgun is loaded with deer shot,” I screamed at them.

I was scared, but on reflection, I was pumped up with anger and rage, and my reactions had been fast, and I had been accustomed to handling a gun. I had loaded my father’s 12 gage with specially hand-built deer cartridges, which we made ourselves, and it can kill a human with devastating effect. “You bloody little brat,” shouted one of the intruders as he and his partner tried to rush towards me, and I remember there were too loud shots as I watched the empty cartridges been ejected.

I must have reacted instinctively but even now all these years later I can’t remember killing them, it had happened so fast, I had heard a noise and my raven squawk, and after that, I only remember watching the two cartridges been ejected, and then seeing them die before my eyes. Both intruders stared in shocked disbelief that they had been taken down by a child, and as their lives started to leave them, they could hear the screams of their colleagues as I used the pump action shotgun and fired the remaining cartridges into the intruders and ending their lives there and then.

Jason my pet raven had flown back up to the rafters to join his mate, I had found him one day when he had been injured by hunters and left for dead. It had saddened me, as although we were forced to kill just so we could survive, I preferred life rather than death, and I had gently cared for him and nursed him back to health, and which in time secured a bonding between us that would last for many years. Later Jason had returned one day, and had found himself a mate, and brought her back to me, and where they had lived since. Ravens are very intelligent, and apart from other birds, they acquired great skills and forming a symbiotic type relationship with other animals, and assisting them with hunting and feeding, knowing that in doing so, they themselves would benefit from this relationship.

I remember as I had looked around the room, and then quickly reloaded the gun, and ensured everything was secure before I returned to the gun room, and then led my two younger brothers aged nine years and seven into where our parents were, so they could collectively say their goodbyes. “Jimmy give your Pa and ma a kiss and say your goodbye’s…, they have gone to a better place, and now we have to look after each other,” I told him.

As Jimmy ran to his parents young James my youngest brother stood rooted almost to the ground, and tears were freely flowing from his eyes. “Mum…, mum…,” he tried to say, but could not get the words out, as he was going into shock.

He had seen death almost daily living in the wild’s, and as we frequently had to kill our own food, and ever since mother became unwell. So, I had been forced to mature and had taken on the mantle of looking after the family and taking my mother’s place, cooking the meals, washing the clothes, mending and darning and ensuring the home ran as smoothly as it could. Four times a week, I would still go hunting with my Pa, as he firmly believed that I needed to be able to hunt for myself and the family and if he was ever not there, as he wanted all of us to be able to care for ourselves.

Every day, he would go into the woods, and on the occasions when he did not take me, he took his other two sons, teaching them as he taught me, and knowing that one day they, in turn, would teach their children. Such was the way with this family, they had farmed this land for five generations, and supplemented food with wild game and herbs and plants that grew in abundance upon our land.

We buried our parents in the graves of their grandparents and stripped the bodies of the intruders and collected their clothing, boots and guns, as they could be reused, as for their bodies, we burned them in the front garden and then scattered the ashes to the wind. Pa had been working the land and tree felling before he died, and he had laid the foundations of an extension with my help, and even started erecting the side walls, but had not put on the roof.

I took it upon myself over the next few months to complete the build, and our nearest neighbour was just over seven miles away, and as there was no school, our parents had been educating us themselves. Had any visitors arrived, then I had instructed my brothers to say mum had passed away last fall, and that their Pa was off hunting along with his two brothers, Jim Johnston and Jessie Johnston, as both had a reputation of disliking uninvited visitors upon their land, so much so, that folk made a point of avoiding the family and leaving them to their own means.

The only other brother was Pete the oldest of the four brothers, but he had left to join the army and had not been heard of since, and it was unknown to anyone else that both my parents had been murdered, and I had no intention of telling anyone, in case someone got it into their heads to take our land, and send us children away.


My families’ bloodline had owned this land, and my Pa had acquired just over One Thousand and five hundred acres of prime mountain woodland, with two lakes and forest as far as the eye could see.

My uncles owned the adjoining land, giving a total of Sixteen thousand acres, and I was not about to lose it land held value and status, and I knew there was also gold in those hills, along with other metals that my family had mined for many generations.

Even at such a young age, I had learnt the value of family and of land, and after my parent’s brutal murder, I resolved to ensure that the family would not become separated or split and that it now fell onto my shoulders to preserve the land for future generations of the family yet to come.

In the past when Pa had received letters, he had arranged with the local Post Master to have one of his boys take the mail to a deer shoot some seven miles from his homestead, and there he would leave the mail in a specially prepared container to prevent it from becoming wet, and to protect it from the wildlife. If for any reason, he had needed to travel into town to sell furs, again he had arranged with the local Post Master, and for a small percentage of the profit, to leave the furs with him, where he would take the furs another twelve miles to the Trading Post where all the trappers sold and exchanged their furs.


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