No one, let alone the berserk captain would have expected this.
LeFou… He had just…
He had just thrown himself on Tom to shove him away from the bullet's path.
"Enough!" He shrieked out, hot thick tears running over his pink face. "Enough, Gaston! Throw me into that damn carriage and let Belle and Maurice go!" He begged. "Let everyone go!" He cried.
"Only if this loony girl swears to marry me!" The hunter aimed his gun at locked in Belle.
"Down, Belle!" Her father warned before they both crouched down to avoid a likely bullet.
"Go to hell, you psychopath!" The single farm girl shouted.
"You really must be crazy for talking that way to an armed soldier, Belle." Gaston replied. "Nevermind. I'll just have to keep you locked in forever. And of course, no more books." He devilishly smirked.
"Is this guy real?" Dick freaked out as he was helping Tom to get up.
"You're totally nuts, Gaston!" Stanley accused.
"Shut your pretty mouth, you weakling!" The hunter aimed his gun at him.
"For the love of God, Gaston stop it!" LeFou yelled as he placed himself between Stanley and the mad soldier. "Stop it!" He begged again. He timidly stepped closer to his captain and softly gripped on the red sleeve. "Stop it." He breathed. "Please…" Two teardrops glittered over his carmine cheeks.
The maniacal soldier felt a twinge in his still mellow heart.
Oh no. You will not get me with your angelic face again. You disgusting fag!
He aimed his gun at LeFou's face. The weapon was only inches away from his eyes. The whole village gasped for air.
"LEFOU!" Stanley cried his heart out.
"What the hell are you thinking Gaston? Stop that!" Maurice screamed.
"I do what the fuck I want, Maurice. I'm a captain." Gaston murmured, as if he meant those words to LeFou rather than to the inventor.
You won't "advise" me or impeach me anymore, you gaudy ball of fat.
"Someone stop him!" The florist pleaded.
"Someone save LeFou!" Another woman cried.
Gaston was standing still before his former best friend, his gun aimed straight before him. His sky-blue eyes were throwing flaming spears at LeFou, yet his fingers refrained from pressing the trigger. Why? What was the dashing, manly captain Gaston so afraid of? If he shot, all of his problems would disappear, he could do whatever he wants without being held back, without being whispered at, caressed or nose-booped!
"This is no battlefield! There is no war, Gaston!" The man he was trying to kill suddenly wept. "There is no beast! There is no enemy here!"
Without being smiled at… or warmly hugged… The fearless warrior's arm started to tremble.
"There is no danger! We're safe!" LeFou carried on, as his tears grew thicker and his voice more creaking.
You idiot. How can you say you're-
"How can you say you're safe, LeFou? You have a gun right in your face!" Stanley sobbed.
"And this maniac just tried to shoot half of the village!" The old Clotilde reminded.
"Just to prove he's the ballsiest hunk of all time!" Tom spat out.
"Easy to do when you have big fists and a fire weapon!" Dick scolded.
"Big muscle warmonger. Take that away, what are you, Gaston?" Belle belittled.
"A violent monster!" Maurice charged with.
"A true beast!" Père Robert paraphrased.
"I saved all of your asses, you morons!" Gaston roared out as he threatened the whole village with his sole gun; even though he quickly understood it wouldn't be of use. The angry mob gathered around the unsure captain who was still wondering who should he kill first. But they were too many to choose one particular person. The soldier started to panic. His fierce eyes started to water.
They're going to kill me! They're going to kill me!
The eggs saleswoman blew him hard on his head with her frying pan before the strongest villagers carried him towards the asylum carriage.
"No! No! Leave him alone!" LeFou pleaded.
"LeFou, stop!" Stanley held him back, hugging him tight.
"Let go, Stan! They'll hurt him!" The desperate loving nurse sobbed.
"He hurt you! And almost killed you!"
"Do you think it's the first time it happens? Do you really think that in seven years of war, this kinda thing never happened?" LeFou turned back to face him.
"What?" Stanley was more alarmed than ever. This fucker Gaston had hurt this fluffy innocent angel several times?
"Let go of me!" LeFou shoved him back. "Gaston!" He rushed at his beloved captain.