I've had this idea in my head for a while but I've been a bit hesitant to actually write it but now I have so I hope you enjoy and please don't hate me :D
"Well, this is boring." Aramis announced as they rode along the road. They'd set out almost two days ago now and where, literally, in the middle of nowhere.
"It's not meant to be fun."Athos pointed out as Porthos snorted behind him. "Were meant to find this informant and bring him back to Paris."
"Yet we have no idea who he is." D'artagnan replied. Athos shrugged, riding ahead of D'artagnan as rain started to fall. It was the middle of winter and when Treville had given them this assignment, the four had been less than pleased about leaving the comfort of Paris to spend a week getting soaked and freezing to bring back someone.
Yet Treville had told them it was important and between Athos excessive drinking, Porthos gambling, Aramis boredom and D'artagnans pining over constance it was probably a good thing the were getting out of pairs for a bunch bit. "We'll, the sooner we get there the sooner we can leave." aramis stated.
"Because we really want to help rouchefort." Porthos continued. The informant was one rouchefort had made in Spain some years ago, someone who according to the man had information about a plot against France.
"And yet here we are." D'artagnan said, gaining a grin from both Porthos and Aramis.
Further up the road, Athos had stopped dead. Frowning, Aramis pushed horse forwards, stopping beside Athos concern written on her face. "Do you hear that?" Athos asked and Aramis was about to say no when she heard the clear sounds of hooves on the road.
"could just be travellers." Porthos said but he put his hand on his sword either way.
"Who would want to travel on these roads in this weather?" Aramis replied. All four were on edge as a man riding a horse came into view. He said nothing ashe passed by where the four musketeers were sitting on their horses at the side of the road. As he rode past aramis felt herself grow uneasy. Something was definitely wrong.
As soon as the man crossed to the other side of the rode a shot rang out, hitting the space next to D'artagnan and making the youngests' horse bolt. Swearing, the other three pulled out their pistols when a group of men came from behind them. Turning, Aramis shot one while another fell on Porthos. The two went down on the ground as abscond shot rang out, this one narrowly missing Athos.
The four grouped together as the rain hammered down and they were surrounded at all sides. Aramis dropped the now useless pistol to the ground as she drew her sword. D'artagnan, porthos and Athos did the same. "We don't want to kill you." one man came towards them on foot.
"Then why shoot at us."
"To get your attention," the man replied. They were dressed in black, the lower half of their fa es covered by a scarf. "Lay down your weapons, get off your horses and come quietly." he continued.
"And why would we do that?" Athos asked even as he glanced warily to his sides. The man was right, they were badly outnumbered. 5 to 1, not great odds even for them.
"Because you will come either way, even if we have to force you." the man said and Aramis thought he heard the tell tale accent of a Spaniard. "Do not make me ask again." Athos glanced at the others who nodded back.
Without a second to think, the four went forwards, attacking their would be assailants. They might have win as well, having gained the act of surprise, if not for one of the men grabbing D'artagnan and placing a pistol at his head.
"If you move, we will kill your don't need all of you." He said and the three froze, knowing he wasn't lying. D'artagnan was struggling but their wasn't much he could do with a pistol pointing at his head. "Put your weapons down or I kill him." glancing at Athos, Aramis saw the anger in his friend eyes as he placed his sword to the ground. Porthos and Aramis followed suit as hands grabbed behind them, tying their hand together and tugging at a length if rope.
Somehow, they'd lost their horses in the fighting but the men brought them forwards then. Aramis half hoped they'd be stupid enough to let the four ride but instead they left the four of them walking "We'll this is brilliant." Aramis hissed as the ropes around their wrists were tugged and they were forced forwards.
"We'll figure something out just don't do anything stupid." Athos replied, glancing over at D'artagnan. "You alright?"
"Yeah." he replied but there was a guilty look on his face.
"This isn't you fault, there were too many of them for us." Athos said and Aramis was surprised at the gentleness in the older tone.
"We'll figure something out." Porthos said as they were left across the road.
At some point, their captures felt it neccerssary to blindfold them, leading to the four stumbling along behind the mens horses as they wrecked who knew where. They walkedmfor what seemed hours before they stopped and the binds around their wrists were untied and they were pushed into a room. Pulling off the blindfold, Athos glanced at his friend as his eyes got used to the sudden light.
None of them had a chance to say anymore, however, as the door once more opened and a man walked through. "If you attack me my men have authority to open fire." he promised upon seeing their hostile postures.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Athos started, the others knowing Athos was better suited to asking question as unlike Porthos and D'artagnan he wasn't easily riled and unlike Aramis he didn't feel the need to insult his captures.
"My name is Andrea and what I want is for you to tell me who you were meeting." he said, moving forwards so he was face to face with Athos.
"And if we refuse?" Porthos asked, gaining the man's attention.
"Things can get very bad very fast." he said, his smile spoke of a promise there and Porthos instinctively moved closer to Aramis.
Andrea's eyes roamed over the four before settling firmly on Aramis. The woman met his gaze with a hard one of her own as he moved closed. Porthos growled as he stepped between the two but Andrea motioned for a group of his men to enter the room. Two grabbed Porthos while a further two grabbed Athos and D'artagnan respectively. "A female musketeer, how strange." Andrea said, grabbing Aramis' face in his hands as he turned her head from side to side.
"Get off her." Porthos growled, struggling against the men holding him in place.
"Tie them up." Andrea stated. The three of them were tied the hooks on the wall, each one struggling as they realised what was going to happen. "Now you're going to tell me exactly what I want to know or I am going to rape your friend here." as Andrea said this Aramis' heart plummeted, knowing there wasn't going to be anything she could do to stop him.
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