Authors note

Authors note: it's my second fanfic, so a few reviews would be nice ^.^ I'll try to update soon anyway :D

Ah and btw , of course, Inkheart does not belong to me for we all know it belongs to Cornelia Funke ;) if it did , well , there would be a lot of crack pairings in it ;P

Summary : Dustfinger was captured by the Atterhead, but he escaped during a festival, where he should actually be executed. Now he is followed by the Atteredheads men and a few of Capricorns men ,too. He hides in an old hut and of course there's no one lower than Basta to enter the hut and kill Dustfinger. But our match-eater will be surprised how things turn out in the end, oh and Basta, too. DustfingerxBasta . Slash- if you don't like pls don't read it.

Chapter Uno :

The wayless wood was unusual silent that day.

The single thing that could be heard were a few birds chirping against the silence, that were suddenly disturbed by cracking wood and loud cursing. A man was fighting himself through the thick undergrowth, his orange hair was covered with dirt and so were his clothes. He broke through a few branches and suddenly found himself on a large glade, gasping and spitting on the ground he looked around.

Dustfinger was exhausted from the escape and the running trough the wood had caused him a lot of scratches and black and blue marks. The red haired scanned his surrounding, paranoid and scared to spot an enemy somewhere, but in contrast to his hasty escape from the Adderheads castle it was now awfully quiet –too quiet.

The whole world seemed to stand still for a moment and the single thing Dustfinger could hear was his breath going fast and irregular. Then suddenly he heard branches crack and the second he realized his chasers had finally caught up with him he felt himself wrapped from behind and pulled to the ground. He tried to kick his pursuer with his leg, hit him and was free again. He heard the man behind him groan, but didn't recognize his voice. So it could not only be Capricorns men following him through the wood. The Atterhead himself must have sent his men behind the poor gleeman.

Dustfinger wasn't sure whether he'd survive it this time. He had cheated death so often already and felt like he had pulled things too fat this time. However if he'd stayed in the Attedheads prison he would've been dead by now.

An old hut came in sight. Perfect. Maybe death was a little away still. Dustfinger ripped the door open and found himself in a small dark room, one bed in the corner, dust everywhere and a few bags with something in it that looked like corn.

Although he was completely out of breath he tried to breath as slowly as possible and to not make a single noise.

Maybe they'd just run past the hut. Maybe they would think he was too fast for them, long past the hut and out of their sight. They might even stop following him at all. Maybe.

He heard the men from the outside running towards the hut. Please, please, please don't go inside. He hid behind an old bag of grain dust tickling his nose. I mustn't sneeze now, I mustn't, I mustn't. He grabbed his nose with his hand, it hurt a lot and the tickling stopped immediately.

The men were still outside. He heard them calling. "He could have either ran this way or that one. Cockerell, you're going this way! Take a few men with you! I'm going the other one with the rest of the people."

"But wait! Couldn't it be possible that he has ran into the hut. It would perfectly fit with his coward character."

Dustfinger pressed himself against the wall. His worst nightmares had come true. They're going to kill me, he thought. And the worst thing was, Dustfinger even recognized this voice. Oh yes, he had recognized it immediately. This was Bastas voice.

"I see your point, but even though there's still a chance he ran down the hill there and if we don't follow him now he'll be gone. Basta, if our Mudfinger really is inside that hut and you were right, you can kill him yourself...-"- at this point Dustfinger could almost see Bastas smirk through the grey wall. Like a little child before opening its Christmas presents and knowing that it's going to like what's inside. Dustfingers stomach pulled together with fear...-" The man who had spoken (it must have been the Firefox) went on. "I suppose you can deal with him yourself, if he's not in there follow Cockerell immediately, understood?" Bastas answer, an angry grunting, could be understood as a yes and with that he entered the hut.