Fan+Fiction

= By. Sally = **__ The Rest of Prince’s Life __**

The last we heard of Prince was when Phillis returned to Boston to care for Mrs. Wheatley and didn’t see Prince at the seat of the carriage, instead she found Sulie’s husband Bristol. When Phillis ask about the warabouts of Prince Bristol simply said, “Been messin’ wif those Sons of Liberty. Gone.” Then again when Phillis asked Mr. Wheatley he told her, “He’s taken up with the Patriots in Newport. While you were away he made a trip there and became involved in luring a royal schooner into shallow water, then boarding and burning her. I couldn’t have that, Phillis, not with my son a London merchant. I gave him his freedom and let him go.” In the book it is assumed that Prince is either dead or about to be. But in my fan fiction Prince gets a second chance, a new path to take in life. And this is my fan fiction story.

As I ran algon the sides of the house staying in the shadows I hear them calling my name, “ Prince come back here and pay for what you did to this poor lady. Just because she’s a loyalist don’t mean anything!!” But I cept running, for I knew that if I stopped for just a moment those white men were going to tie me to the end of that rope haning from the tree. I wasn’t ready to die. I didn’t even comite the crime. I have been framed by the Sons of Liberty. They think that just because I’m black means that I should pay for their crime. I sjould have never joined them. From the first moment I stepped into the room I felt glances and stares prickling my skin from all around. And when they started being all nice out of the blue I should have known that something was wrong. But look at me, always trying to fit in, got too caught out in something too big for myself.

Where will I go now? Surely Mr. Wheatley wouldn’t take me back no matter how much I beg. I am a **free** man now, I can go where I want to go. Do what I want to do. Live the life I want. I will go to someplace quite, away from all these crazy riots and battles. I will go to Texas and become a farm hand. Live out in the open, rope cattle, and feeling fresh air through tall grass.

But first I must get there. The hardest part is going to be just to get out of Boston alive. I started planning as I ran by the moonlight in and out of the woods. Everything was dark I could still hear a faint but steady stream of foot steps along with dog paws hiting the cold wet dirt floors filled with every thought and worry of mine. I’m sure that they could find me even without the dogs by the smell of my terrior and frustration. As I run I think of every possible route I could take that isn’t blockaded or occupied by the loyal. There is only way I can think of right now, to go under the bridge next to perl harbor. I know for a fact that at this season the water will be high and chances of failure are high, but it’s better then this and it’s my only hope of living free.

Just getting across the bridge on a normal day is going to be hard. Under it, slime makes foot and hand holds hard to find, but at least it might confuse the dog a bit. The bridge is covered in wet mud after a good ten inches of rain. I must clime arcoss the slippery slimy bridge as quickly and quietly as possible without falling into a sea of water and drowning. I can’t die now, I don’t even have a family yet!

I reach the half way point where anything could happen. Just at that second flashlights catch a hold dead center on my back to give away my location. My only hope now is that these men don’t have very good guns. I start to hear shooting coming towords me. I make like a money and swing across the last few of bridging. Thankfuly I make it to the other side of the bridge safely. Now all that’s left is to make my way all the way down to Texas. I know I can do it. I’m a **__Freed Man__**.