Chapter 3
"Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously…"
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Rapunzel paced in her tower, contemplating what to do. She wouldn't have known that the strange man was there if Pascal hasn't warned her. 'What would mother say?', She thought, half with horror and half with excited anticipation. Turning sharply to her first and only friend, she spoke her thoughts, bare toes tapping against the shining, wooden floors. "Maybe if mother saw that I can handle myself she will let me see the lights!"
Then she shook her head, a voice within her reprimanding. "But mother can also be very unpredictable at times.." Pascal saw her weakened resolve for what it was, and huffed, gaining her attention and pointing with a scaled finger to the cabinet.
His efforts were met with a smile, Rapunzel's bright personality shredding away any doubts. "Your right! What am I thinking? I can do this! I mean, when you think about it, I have a MAN in my closet! I got this-" The sound of a groan emanated from the cabinet, interrupting her self given pep talk. Rapunzel, terrified, held on to her frying pan with a white knuckled grip.
More sounds of movement came from the cabinet, and Rapunzel knew him to be awake. Looking to Pascal for help, he made a tiny fist and punched his palm, ferocity glinting in his humorous reptilian eyes. Rapunzel nodded, took a deep breath and opened the cabinet with a strand of her golden hair.
A boy came tumbling out onto the floor with a yelp, all the grace fro his previous movements gone. Rapunzel jumped back and held her frying pan out in front of her, brandishing the cooking utensil as a weapon. The boy started to rise, shaking his white locked head, until his gaze locked unto her feet.
Neither moved, staring at one another with out meeting each others eyes. The stranger took a deep, confidence building breath, then he looked slowly up at her.
Rapunzel had never seen blue eyes before, and couldn't help but memorize all the different tints and hues that mixed into his cerulean irises. Her artistic mind longed to capture all the foreign colors
After a few moments of looking at each other, the boy knit his darkened brows together, a subtle line creasing his face above the bridge of his nose. "Have you ever heard of a pair of scissors?", He asked, an emotion her Mother hated worming its way into his eyes. His voice was also strange to her, as it was deep and rough like that of one getting over a cold.
Her reply was a frying pan to his head, again.
After she knocked the man out, his body limp on the floor, dark lashes resting on his cheeks, she worked to tie him up in a chair. Rapunzel tried not to touch him very often, his skin was freezing to the touch, and just him being in the room made it colder. Her hair was the easiest tool at her disposal, and soon the golden locks were wrapped tightly around his wrists, ankles, and torso. When she was ready for another encounter, a subtle nod Pascal's way signaled it was time for him to wake up.
- P.O.V Change -
Jack awoke to the feeling of something wet, and hot in his ear. He yelped, jerking his head away, sunken blue eyes wide with terror. "What the hell?" He breathed, body jerking futilely against his restraints. His chest heaved, and spots danced within his vision, pain slicing through him. "Calm down..." he murmured, closing his eyes and taking slow, deepened breaths. The hoar frost that had started to crawl around him faded, and Jack continued to slow his heart rate. He couldn't afford to panic, doing so left him weak and disoriented.
After recovering from his initial shook, he examined his surroundings. The room was dimly lit and he was tied up in a chair. The camber was circular from what he could see, and he was sure that this was the same room from before. Pulling his gaze away from the abyss of shadows, he looked down at his bindings,'hair?' He questioned, remembering the lengthened strands from before.
Jack startled when a frying pan was pushed in front of his face.
The girl was beautiful; long golden hair, a slim figure, big bright eyes. He would of been attracted to her if she didn't keep hitting him with that frying pan. "Who sent you?" She demanded, forcing him out of his thoughts. Jack lifted an eyebrow, confused, but not wanting to show the nervousness building in his gut. She pushed the pan closer. "You came for my hair didn't you?" She looked at him with angry, accusing eyes. "You came to cut it?" Jack smirked, thinking he could talk his way out of this situation. The girl must be crazy. "Look lady I don-" "Rapunzel!" She snapped, eyes cold and offensive.
Jack closed his eyes and sighed, "Right, Rapunzel, I don't know who you think you are but I didn't come here for your, hair. In fact, until a few minutes ago, I didn't even know you existed." He opened his eyes and looked up at her, trying his best to hide his curled smirk. "I'll tell you what, you let me go... And give me my staff, and I will leave forever." Rapunzel raised an eyebrow. "And how do I know that you...guy..." "Jack." he stated, a bit of his cocky demeanor edging his name.
"Jack." She corrected, her tone softening yet retaining its harsh confidence. "And how do I know that you won't tell others of my existence? Of my whereabouts?"
Jack opened his mouth to say something when a voice pierced the air. It was shrill and loud, raising the hairs along the slope of his neck. "RAPUNZEL! LET DOWN YOUR HAIR!" He watched the blood drain from the girls face and, for a second he pitied her. That is, until the frying pan came at him again.
Done! I know that this chapter went a little fast but I loved introducing Rapunzel! At first I had tried to keep the story a Jacks perspective but that proved to challenging. And who doesn't love some Rapunzel? Thank you for reading and I will post again this week. This one wasn't very fun to revise. So if there are still mess ups, I apologize.
