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Plot: Flynn Rider was given a choice. Join the army, or stay in prison. He chose the army. After many attempts to stay alive, after seeing men, woman and children dying, he finally returns to England with a picture he found on the side walk in his breast pocket. Because of this picture, he finds himself face to face with a tortured brunette, and soon learns of her scarring past. In an attempt to help, Flynn pushes her past her limit. For once, he craves forgiveness, he craves love. The question is... will he get it?
Chapter One
Flynn's heart hammered against his chest as he hurried through the field, Max and Pascal not too far ahead. His thoughts tried to drip away, but he refused to let them and fought to keep his feet moving. A plane whizzed above and soon, the whistling of a dropping bomb started. Max removed Pascal from his back, cradled him against his chest and pulled to the ground. Flynn did the same, lying flat.
After what felt like hours, Flynn arose. The smell of dead bodies and bombs were in the air, causing him to wretch.
"Max! Pascal!" Fynn called in a heated attempt to find his companions. Max arose, his face covered in dried blood, holding a weeping Pascal to his chest. Normally, Pascal was calm, excited even. But the bombs, a near death experience, broke him. Flynn could almost feel his resolve being pulled away. He didn't cry. Flynn Rider never cried.
Max, now standing beside Flynn, pulled him along. Flynn was anything but excited about what was coming. They kept coming, trying to get out of the field. Flynn felt sleep trying to take over, but he refused to burden Max and Pascal. Pascal being carried was no big deal. He was a small boy that felt like the weight of a feather, while Flynn himself weighed more than his share. Max wouldn't be able to carry the two of them.
Max made sure the weren't travelling along main roads or in the lorries. It was far too dangerous and death wouldn't be long awaited if that was the case. Max had no reason to go home he just wanted to live. So did everyone else. Even Flynn.
When the three arrived at the beach, Flynn felt both relieved and uneasy. He was almost home, which was good, but he saw all the drunk men and the destruction of the beach and he realized just how many were there.
How many might get home before him.
He could feel his heart sink into his stomach. In a few moments, Pascal was sleeping in a ball on a beat up, stolen mattress and Flynn lay in the sand. Next to him, Max was fast asleep.
Soon enough, Flynn drifted off.
When he awoke, it was because Max was pushing him to walk.
"I carried your sleeping on here, Rider. You can at least walk off of it," Max growled. Pascal was asleep on his back. Flynn wondered if he was even old enough to be in the army.
Flynn, rubbing the crust from his brown eyes, walked off and onto a lorry.
"We're going home," Max said. "You happy?"
Flynn was silent of the longest time, keeping his back to Max.
"Who said I had a home?"
A Few Days Later
The small brunette ran across the street, dodging traffic. Her sketch book was held tight to her chest. She had come back to the bus stop every day in hopes of seeing the picture she dropped. It was from a girl she met on the street. Rapunzel saw it, and, not knowing what to do, tried drawing the picture from a distance. When the girl turned around and saw the half finished piece, she offered her picture for Rapunzel's sketch.
Rapunzel accepted and kept it as the first act of kindness she had been lucky enough to receive within her first week out in England.
For years, Rapunzel had been locked in a hideous old house far outside the city limits of London, England. Her hair was to be grown as long as possible, very type of hair growth formula her 'Mother'
could find was used to make her hair long. It was never to be cut. 'Mother' also bleached it constantly, every day it was being bleached. Her hair was dead, dry. She hated it.
When she was finally released, thanks to a nosey neighbour's, and 'Mother' released, she realized she had no place to go and was sent to a home.
Currently, she was wandering through a park. A band was playing, people in rented lawn chairs giggling and chatting and then there was Rapunzel, a frail 18 year old clutching a sketch book. Soon, she saw lorries pulling in front of the near buy hospital. She went over, intrigued, and was then asked by a doctor to help carry a man with shrapnel in his abdomen into the hospital. The man had whispy brown hair, and his face was unshaven, especially his chin.
The man smirked at her.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Rapunzel opened her mouth to speak, but the doctor that helped carry him on the stretcher spoke first. "You are not to know the Christian names of a nurse or volunteer."
The man frowned. "I heard you ask her to help. So, I'm sure she can tell me her name."
"Rapunzel," she said hurriedly, before the doctor could stop her again. "I-I'm completely willing to volunteer as well."
The man smirked at her.
"I'm Flynn," he said. "Flynn Rider."
A/N
So, since I've only been back on FF for a three days, I had to wait to post the first chapter and had the time to work on this chapter.
Thanks to everybody for the alerts, reviews and favourites :) I really appreciate them. I didn't expect so many so quickly! It was nice to check my phone in between classes and see more alerts/favourites and the odd review :)
So, it's getting late, so this A/N won't be very long.
Also, some had commented on wanting this to be longer. If it is longer, it'll take longer. Maybe one update every two weeks or even more time than that. So, I figured shorter and closer updates would be better.
Thanks for reading,
Darian
