Creative Writing: The Assassination Of Charlie Matheson

It was two in the morning and a barefoot and bedraggled, sixteen year old Charlie Matheson clung to her father in the President's office, softly weeping. Smoke hung in the air and the smell of gunpowder still wafted through the halls. “A bomb this time,” Bass shouted to be heard over the sound of hammering as the hall was boarded up from this latest assassination attempt. Why the attempts were always against Charlie, Bass didn’t know, but he knew it couldn’t continue. “I’m done, Miles! I’m done wondering if the next time she’s attacked is the time that she dies. It’s become more than obvious that we can’t protect her here!” “Then what do you suggest, Bass?” Miles asked as he pulled Charlie closer. “I’m sending her out west. To Duncan. …show more content…

“Come home, Charlotte. I’ll be here waiting.” Spinning on her heel, Charlie marched back over to the man, dragging a chair out. “What did my father mean ‘the threat’s been eliminated?’” “California was behind the assassination attempts. All of them. There was a whole unit living in the city. They’d been there for years. One of them even managed to become one of the President’s guards. They knew Monroe had sent you to live with a clan in the wastelands, but they didn’t know which one. It took them over a year to find you and when they did, they massacred the clan. Just like they’d been instructed to do by President Affleck. The President and General were out of their minds, but then, six months later, reports started coming in. People saying that there were in fact survivors. That Duncan knew the attack was coming and sent one of her Lieutenants into hiding with clan's children.” Charlie turned her head away in shame, looking up at Vincent as he laid a hand on her shoulder. “You would have been killed if you had stayed and Duncan promised him that nothing would happen to you.” “I should have been with her. My place was by her …show more content…

“Captain Neville,” Charlie greeted when the man couldn't seem to get over the shock of her appearance. “Ms. Matheson,” Tom finally said with a slight begrudging nod. “Where’s my Father and Husband?” Charlie asked, taking the hands of her smallest charges. “We had no idea when you would be arriving, runners have been sent to inform the Generals.” Charlie nodded in understanding. “Of course. In the meantime, however, I’m going to need dinner and beds arranged for my people. The large dining room in the hall would be perfect,” Charlie informed him as he looked over her group with distaste. “Right this way,” Tom replied with a sneer, holding out his hand. “I think maybe you’re forgetting just exactly who I am, Captain, and I assure you, you don’t want to make that mistake again,” Charlie told him before continuing down the platform leaving him behind. xxxx She was just scooting Ford up to the table when Miles came rushing into the hall, the doors echoing in his wake as he rushed towards her, wrapping her in his arms. “Oh, baby. I’m so glad your home,” Miles whispered, his voice hitching mid sentence. “I missed you so much. I just can’t believe you’re really here. We never stopped looking, never,” he murmured against her