Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and D'artagnan were walking to their favorite tavern, when they heard a shot ring out from an alleyway. Their hands went to their swords automatically. Slowly, they walked to where the sound had been. Another shot ran out in their ears. Then, a gruff voice,
"Well, assassin, you've failed, and now, you'll have to pay for it!"
The musketeers cautiously turned the corner, and saw a man holding a dagger to the throat of another person. They couldn't see the face of the victim, it was covered with a hat. Another, sweeter voice could be heard,
"Oh, no, I haven't failed. You just have enough luck to live a few more moments." Then, the 'victim' knocked the man on the head with the back of their head, grabbed the dagger out of the man's hand, and plunged it into his chest. The man's face turned deadly pale, his breath slowing, and then, fading altogether.
"You've killed 'im." said Porthos, pointing his pistol at the person. Whoever it was, quickly turned around, but when the person saw the four men, they snorted.
"It's my job." said the person, lifting their head. The musketeers gasped when they saw the face.
"You're a girl!" said D'artagnan.
"What about it? You're musketeers." she said, rolling her eyes. She was wearing black leather pants, a black corset with green sleeves attached, a black leather jacket, and a dark green cloak. She had a slim, yet muscular body, a smooth face with brown eyes and dark red lips, and naturally curvy, brown hair that was tied in a ponytail with strands falling on her face.
Somehow, the men thought she looked peculiarly familiar. Her eyes scanned over them, then stopped at Aramis. She narrowed her eyes.
"You!" she hissed in between gritted teeth. Then Aramis knew that his suspicions were correct. But he didn't get the expected greeting. Instead she lifted her gun at him, and walked closer, pressing the muzzle to his forehead. Uh-oh.
The moment she lifted her gun at him, his friends' guns were pointed at her, but she ignored them.
"It would be best if you put that down." said Aramis gesturing to her gun.
"On what grounds?" she hissed.
"Well, if you haven't noticed, ma'am, we have three guns pointed at you." stated Athos, taking a step closer. Instantly, without even turning her head, she had pulled out another pistol and pointed it at Athos.
"This isn't the first time I had a gun pointed at me." she said. Aramis's eyes widened.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Let's just say I've had a hard time after you left." she snapped. "And you've become a musketeer. You must've satisfied your passion for adventure."
"Ma'am, may we ask what Aramis has done to deserve such a… greeting from you?" asked Athos.
"You abandoned us, Aramis. Abandoned us and didn't even write. We thought you were dead. Instead, six years later, I find you living a happy life as a musketeer."
"Look, I'm sorry, I really am. Maybe we could discuss this in a more comfortable position?" said Aramis. She just looked directly into his eyes. Her grasp on the gun pointed at Aramis slightly weakened, but in a split second tightened again.
"I hate you. But I'm not gonna kill you. Cause if I would, I wouldn't have any family left. At all." At these words Aramis's face paled. She quickly put her guns in their holsters and jumped away before Porthos lunged at her. But before she could get away, she felt someone grip her wrist. "Aramis, let me go." she said, turning her face back.
"No. How… Why… What happened?" Aramis looked at her with pleading eyes. The others were completely bewildered. Who was this woman? How did she know Aramis?
"Aramis, please. Now is not the time. I have to go. I'll explain later. I'll find you." she said. Aramis let her go. After she left he was still planted to the spot, eyes on the ground.
"Aramis?" D'artagnan got his attention.
"Hmm?"
"Who was that woman?" he asked the question that was in the minds of the others. Aramis sighed.
"That," he said, gesturing to the place she went, "was my sister."
Hello, sorry for the really short chapter. I'm just making this all up along the way, so I'm really sorry if some of the parts won't fit together. This is my first ever fanfiction, and I'm feeling pretty good about it. I welcome any criteria, just wanted to write out my ideas and see what other people think. Feel free to tell me exactly what you feel for this. Thank you for reading.