Band of Misfits: Taking Flight Chapter 4

A.N. This happens to be a shorter chapter. Just saying. Don't expect another chapter until Thursday. I have a four day weekend. Well... Hope you enjoy!

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fanfictionmakermachine: I plan to keep updating. This story is a lot of fun to write, hence the extra attention.

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Kura: HA! Later on, she might... Possible sequel I'm thinking of.

Berry: It should be a bit up bit in this chapter. They are leaving everything they have behind because they are not accepted for who they are.

Kura: Hope you like the chapter!

jv2en3: Yeah, this is going to be Eugene and Rapunzel. Jack's going to be a bit... odd. As for the story, I happy you like it, it's feedback like this that makes me like to write.

Summary: After a fierce argument with her Mother, Merida flee's from home. Narrowly avoiding Elsa, she crashes and receives major injuries. With her horse gone and the injuries too great to continue her flight, she decides, through tears, to wait for the inevitable search party. If she's still around. Meanwhile, Hiccups tending to Elsa only a few feet away, who is in much better condition. Despite his hesitation, Elsa makes him treat Merida, while she unpacks. After talking over the fire, Elsa, despite Hiccups hesitation, asks if Merida would like to come with them. After acceptance, Hiccup stands guard. In the morning, a massive search party arrives and travelers quickly attempt to leave. After Hiccup's duel with a young Macintosh, the unlikely group flees to somewhere new. Corona.

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Flynn Rider was having a... trying day. His get rich quick scheme wasn't exactly working as he planned. His idea was simple really; manipulate the big, ugly, scary, hardened and did he mention ugly, criminal twins also known as the Stabbingtons into helping him "borrow" a precious tiara from the reigning royals, ditch said criminals to take the fall for the crime and trade the stolen treasure to his friend from the Southern Isles, who would guarantee that he lived a luxurious life of luxury for the rest of his days.

He had expected the armed guards on horseback, but he wasn't expecting the horses to attack him as well. Out-maneuvering the majority of the guards and their arrows was relatively simple; the captain of the guard however, despite his incompetence, managed to stay on the thieves tale. Performing a flawless bit of swinging on the vines of a tree, he had managed to knock his lone pursuer off his mount. Spurring the horse to go faster, he noticed that the horse had tensed and barely had enough time to brace himself.

With hooves flailing the horse, a white pure-breed stallion, skidded to a halt. Turning to look at his new rider, Flynn was surprised to see the threatening glare and... absolute, pure hate glistening in its eyes. Whatever this thing was, it was not a horse. With tremendous ferocity, the horse snapped at Flynn's satchel, attempting to seize the thieves stolen merchandise. Flynn was worried, this thing wasn't halting in its attempts to reclaim what he considered his property.

One thing lead to another and Flynn lost his grip on the satchel. Falling from the demon-horse, the feuding pair watched as the painfully flimsy bag flew through the air, right towards a cliff line. Flynn could only sigh in relief as a lucky strap snagged on an overturned tree branch. With one look at his odd opponent, the race began. This quickly turned from a scuffle into a mad scramble, with both sides playing dirty in an attempt to seize the tiara. Tripping, pushing and punching turned into falling, as the pair had traversed the entire length of their narrow and flimsy support. With painstaking slowness, the tree fell over the edge of a sheer drop.

Looking to the horse, he couldn't help himself from screaming. Falling fast, Flynn clutched the satchel closely to his chest, hoping for a miracle. Finally, he saw his chance. Using the doomed tree as a spring board, he leapt onto another slope, one that had a lighter gradient. While the timing was spot on, he couldn't slow the excess speed he retained from his previous mishap. With another, less manly scream, the thief prayed that he would not become a splattered spot, albeit a handsome splattered spot, on a wall of some kind as he plummeted downwards.

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It had been close to a year after the events in Scotland unfolded, and the group of traveling friends had finally reached their destination. With less then two days until the lantern festival began, Hiccup seemed to think that they were cutting it a little too close, but he knew that they would make it.

Of the group, Merida had more than carried her weight. Once Hiccup had managed to create a new bow, as per her request, her archery skills had managed to feed every member of their rag-tag team, including Toothless. Gone were the days of scavenging, they hunted for what they needed now. While Elsa hadn't informed Merida of her history, or her powers for that matter; Merida had failed to do so as well. Something they were both comfortable with hiding, Elsa's motto had struck a chord that everyone followed.

'The past is in the past.'

Hiccup smiled as his friends marched through the forest. With Merida taking the lead, bow at the ready and with Hiccup's shield strapped to her back, the rest of the group followed behind. Being the elected leader, Hiccup focused on navigation, his trusty map showing the best route to Corona's capitol. Elsa trailed with Toothless, cautious due to her... accident, when they had met Merida. Hiccup had no problem with that, he trusted Toothless to keep her safe. And to be honest, if anyone crashed into Merida, he would be more worried about the attacker then the Scottish lass. She was made of something else.

"Hiccup." Elsa whispered, causing the boy to turn. His friend gestured towards Toothless. The dragons ears were twitching, he seemed nervous. If something made a dragon nervous, it would be wise to proceed with caution. Hiccup nodded and gestured to stay low. He crouched as well, remaining still. Merida was oblivious, probably observing the local wildlife. So of course, she failed to notice the screaming man blasting over the edge of a nearby ridge, colliding with his feisty friend.

Hiccup pulled out his hatchet, this could be trouble.

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Flynn Rider's preferred day would have been to relax in the sun on an island that he owned, surrounded by piles of money. Not fleeing from a feral horse with his ticket to freedom and fortune. And certainly not with a redhead, however attractive she was. After a haphazard landing, he was surprised to see a group of the oddest travelers he had ever seen. And a "something", dear God, what was that thing. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Rubbing his head and squinting furiously, he groaned. "That was fun."

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Elsa could not deny that the man in front of her was attractive. But that man happened to have her friend trapped, somehow he had become lodged in between the straps of Merida's weaponry. Attempting to push her friend away, he seemed desperate to get away. Until he looked at her.

Pausing in his struggles, he gave the biggest, most flirtatious smile she had ever seen, "Hey there."

One look at Hiccup's hatchet changed his whole attitude, with fury evident; her best friend wasn't exactly a happy camper.

"So... who would you be?"

Flynn smiled slyly and shuffled away, Merida helpless and not to eager to anywhere near the stranger. "Who me? Nah, you don't need to know me! This is just, well, a misunderstanding!"

A fierce whinny sounded nearby, and the mysterious man froze, as if he was traumatized. "No, that's impossible."

Hiccup had looked in the direction of the sound, giving mere seconds for the man to make his frantic getaway.

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Dragging the red head behind him, Flynn waved at the scary man with the hatchet, "Sorry, loved chatting with you, but I've got to go!"

Taking off, Flynn ignored the man's protests and his captives furious wailing on his back. Despite the tenacity, nothing was going to stand in the way of his escape. Resolving to ditch the feisty lady later, he backed up against a rock, earning another series of odd accented accusations.

"Just 'oh do yeh think yeh ar?!"

Flynn, not one to bother in the labor of learning another language, shook his head, "I canno' understan' yer accen't."

The creepy lady glared and, had he not been a grown man, Flynn would have soiled himself. The pounding of hooves sounded nearby, causing the pretty boy to panic. He desperately hushed his friend, who was too shocked with anger to respond to his completely justified orders. Pressing tighter against the rock, he was surprised to find himself falling backwards. But he quickly turned, taking the fall. He didn't want to anger his little friend anymore, for fear that she would give away his location.

The thundering of hooves stopped abruptly as a shadow appeared. Apparently, someone had managed to create a hide of leaves that worked perfectly. Had it not been for their situation, Flynn would have admired the craftsmanship. But then the shadow moved and Flynn's heart stopped. The spawn of the underworld had arrived.

"Wha' are yeh lookin' a-" Flynn hushed his hostage and turned so she could see.

It was obviously the horse, but it was certainly not acting like one. With a startling amount of intelligence, the creature searched the surrounding area, oblivious to their presence. But what scared Flynn the most, was when it began to search for a scent, much like a blood hound. Pawing at the ground, it hunkered down to a nearly prone position, rear in the air; searching for a sign of their location. Slowly drawing closer to their spot, Flynn's heart had clawed it's way into his throat. He was too pretty to die.

Suddenly, a new shadow appeared. Unlike the horse, it looked the part of a monster. Braying in fear, the horse fled as the beast gave chase. The lady snorted, something he did not find attractive in a woman.

"Tha's what yer runnin' from? A horse?"

Flynn groaned, "That thing is not a horse. And what was that?"

The lady grinned, and Flynn thought for a second he might prefer the horse, "Tha' woul' be Toothless."

Flynn didn't question the name. Turning around, he was not expecting to see a beautiful glade with a tower. Dragging the living rag-doll with him, despite the protests, he approached the misplaced parapet. Even in the face of the fact that "Toothless" had chased off that... "Thing," Flynn was not taking chances. He could hide in the tower, wait for things to blow over. Maybe grow a beard, he wouldn't want to blow his cover. That, and the promise of valuables in the tower sealed the deal.

Pulling out two arrows he had snagged while fleeing the guards, for they had fired quite a few volleys from their crossbows; he began to ascend the stone walls, ignorant to the anger of his new friend on his back.

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Observing the room, Flynn was impressed. Whoever built this place had spared no expense. Beautiful paintings covered the walls and an extravagant kitchen was cordoned off. A cream colored couch was in the corner, with multiple, embroidered pillows. Despite all the riches in the room, Flynn couldn't shake the encroaching feeling that said he didn't belong. Wandering over the kitchen, he casually pocketed the solid gold and ruby encrusted cooking utensils.

These people knew how to live. In his admiration for the life style that would soon to be his, Flynn failed to notice the grappling hook at the window he had climbed through.

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Merida smiled as Hiccup slowly crept forwards. He grinned and held a finger to his lips. When the perpetrator turned around, he was startled to see a wickedly sharp knife to his throat, and a hatchet just adjacent to it. Raising his hands slowly, he scowled as Merida cheered.

"Two out of three?" Flynn smiled sheepishly, and let out a squeal as the mysterious boy pressed the blade closer.

"Listen, I don't like this situation any more then you do, can't we discuss this peacefully?"

The boy shook his head, "We could have done that. But you ran away, so... yeah, here we are."

Flynn sighed, "Look, I'm just trying to get out of here. How about this, you can take your friend, maybe some of this stuff as compensation for the time we've wasted, and we can part as unlikely friends! Huh, how does that sound?"

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Elsa had found a poster outside. Despite the brief glimpse, she could tell that the guy who had taken Merida was a hardened criminal. Although the nose was off slightly; okay, not so slightly; it had to be him. She looked to see that Hiccup had gone ahead, utilizing a grappling hook he made. He had stocked up on tools during their little adventure. Climbing with some difficulty, Elsa managed to haul herself through the lone window in the cherry roofed, yellow tower. She didn't stop to look at the scenery.

When she entered the room, and saw the predicament, she knew that Hiccup was faking it. He wasn't a fighter, despite his skill as one. He was more diplomatic then she was, despite her upbringing as a future ruler of a peaceful kingdom. But she knew, and admired, that he would do anything to protect a friend.

Curiously, she listened to Flynn Rider's offer. Shaking her head, Elsa finally made herself known.

"We are not thieves, Mr. Rider."

Flynn immediately turned, before cracking a grin, as if he was greeting an old friend, "Hey, it's the hot one! Isn't it a wonderful day? It's a wonderful day, isn't it? Man, I'd really appreciate it if you could have your boy toy back off, sound good?"

With blinding speed and pinpoint accuracy, Hiccup removed his knife and swung his hatchet, cutting Merida free. Without a second to spare, he shoved Flynn backwards, simultaneously pulling Merida towards him. Elsa strode forwards and moved to stand behind Hiccup, smiling. "I don't think that's an option, given the circumstances."

Helping her friend up, she watched as Merida drew her bow. Within seconds, an arrow was notched and ready to fly towards the arrogant man.

Raising his hands, Rider smiled, "Now now, I really don't want any trouble, I just-"

CLANG!

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That sound made even Merida cringe. Not one of them had moved, it was if something invisible had struck the man. Instinctively huddling together, the friends went back to back. Together, the travelers began to watch every corner of the room. Frost slowly danced towards them, covering the floors. Hiccup tensed.

"Elsa, is that you?" He asked warily.

Merida eyed the unnatural element, seeing as it was well into spring. Wait, what did Hiccup say? Watching that freak bit of weather had left them vulnerable. The next thing Merida knew, her ankles were tied together and she was hurtling towards the ceiling.

This was going to hurt... THUD!

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A.N. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I think the Band of Misfits is finally going to get together. Again, expect an update by thursday!

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