Man ya'll had a field day when I said you could torture the villains.
(scene shows Balthazar, Gargamel, and Scruple up in a tree trying to get away from the snarling German Shepherd and a mallet swinging Jo who have them trapped. Balthazar's robes are ripped, Gargie's in drag and Scruple for some reason is stripped down to his undies)
Gargamel: Nice doggie! Nice doggie!
Scruple: Nice Jo! Good Jo!
Balthazar: Call off the dog and girl you twit!
Me: Hmmm nope! Sorry, no can do Balthazar. Only CartoonCaster21 and Zinka17 can do that and both of them are a little busy at the moment.
Gerard: GET BACK HERE!
Zinka17 and CartoonCaster21: AAAHHH!
Dolphinrain: Haha! Yep I saw when Gerard split his tights. XD To bad my camera battery was dead at the time.
Aralyn187: I am so glad you found and like this story. It's fun to write. Haha and yep! Gerard and Clockwork make excellent gypsies. :) Oh and for those who did not know already, Aralyn187 drew not one, not two, but three pictures for this story! (one of them being my profile pic) To see them go to Deviantart .com and type in "Aralyn187" in the search bar and go to her profile page. All three are awesome!
Fan de Basil de Baker Street: I'm so glad you liked the chapter. Well honestly I didn't think about Peewit being made fun of because of him being little. I just kinda copied what the people in the movie were saying. Hahaha yes I think everyone got a kick out of Scruple and Gargamel being the two guards. XD Especially when Gargamel got sat on by Bayard. I know! I think Peewit being in love with Savina is cute too. Oh! You think this story is perfect? OH! THANK YOU! (hugs you tightly) That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me! :')
Chloe: Yes the last chapter was very intense. Ugh! I hated doing that to poor little Peewit. I know! This is supposed to be a children's movie! But apparently the (ahem) "references" in the last chapter were nothing. Savina almost swears in this one and we got Balthazar being a creeper too. O_O Meep! Oh and the smurfs loved the stories. Thanks for suggesting them. And yes. I LOVE writing mine. I would like to be an author someday. :)
Smithy: Don't worry, there is plenty of more Johan and Savina fluff to come. I never really cared much for Dame Barbra either. I know! Johan's a freaking twig!
Johan: I am not!
Me: Hush!
MwolfL: I figured you'd get a kick out of me using your idea. ^_^ I'm so glad I went with it. Seeing Gargamel get sat on by Bayard was priceless! Oh thank you! It was driving me nuts not knowing what they were called. Yeah the tent collapse was funny, but my personal favorite would have to have been when the two guards (or Scruple and Gargie in this story) tried to crowd surf off the stage but just belly flopped on the ground instead. Aw that's so sweet of Ash to do that. Like I said before I cannot wait for that Super wolf story!
Kastella: You and just about every other reader here as well. Mwhahaha
Bumble bee: Truth be told, I didn't even notice that the computer cut off your name until you pointed it out. That's so weird. :/ But anyway's from now on I'll do as you suggested and refer to you as Bumble bee okay? I felt so horrible for Peewit. :'( As far as other movie parody's well I'd have to think about that. For my "Little Mermaid" parody (if I decide to do it that is) I got Ariel, Eric, Grim, Max, and Triton's characters set but as far as the others I'm not really sure yet. But I am thinking that after I finish this story my next parody will be of "The Swan Princess" starring my oc Livy and Johan. As far as the "Finding Nemo" parody...hmm... I never really thought of that to be honest. I'm not sure exactly how I'd do it though. I'm not saying I won't do it, but I just need some time to think it over.
Zinka17:(to Gerard) All I'm saying is that you looked good in the tights. YIPE! (runs away as Gerard is still chasing after her)
Me: Hey where's-
?: SSSHHH!
(I turn and look to see CartoonCaster21 hiding from Gerard)
Me: Yeah so anyway-
Balthazar: WHOA! (the branch he was sitting on breaks and he falls to the ground) OOMPH!
German Shepherd: Grrrr!
Balthazar: Uh oh!
Jo: JO SMASH!
(both she and the dog chase after him)
Me: O_O...back to responding to the reviews...
RandomJunk13: Hehe I'm glad I made a friend too! :D And I'm also glad that your liking the story.
SuperAlex64: Well actually about 8 people total voted in my poll and Savina won 5 to 3 (or something like that) Hehe if you wanna do your own Disney parody, be my guest. I'd love to read it, and if you do do a parody, feel free to ask me for help if ya need it. :)
Gerard:(spots CartoonCaster21 trying to hide) THERE YOU ARE!
CartoonCaster21: I REGRET NOTHING! (runs off along with Zinka17)
Me: Just keep it up a little while longer girls! He's gotta get tired sometime! Anyway now that this LONG author's note is finished lets get to the real reason why you are here...The disclaimer! Take it away Clopin!
Clopin: Whatever you say ma cherrie! Flowerpower71 does not own any of zee smurfs, Johan, Peewit, Savina or Gerard. Zay are all zee property of Peyo.
Me: The Hunchback of Notre Dame belongs to Disney and Victor Hugo
Hugo: What?
Me: What what?
Victor: You said our names.
Me: No! I said you guys belong to Victor Hugo! The person you two are named after.
Victor and Hugo: Oh!
Laverne:(rolls her eyes) (mumbles) Block heads (normal voice) Flowerpower71 does not own anything...What are you still reading this for? Your here to read the story!
(a random pigeon lands on her shoulder)
Laverne: Do you mind? I'M TRYING TO GET TO A STORY HERE IF THAT'S ALRIGHT WITH YOU!
Me: Oi...
The rain poured down hard on the sight where the Feast of Fools was held. Only a few minutes ago was everything bright, colorful and happy as cheers and song filled the air. Now the sky had turned gray and the crowd had parted to find shelter from the rain.
Savina and Biquette once more in their old beggar man disguise hobbled around the middle of the square. She quickly turned on her heel when the guards marched past and blended in with the few remaining members of the crowd.
As they passed by Johan on Bayard, Biquette carefully peeked out from under the hood, wooden pipe clutched tightly between her teeth.
Johan looked up just in time to see the "beggar man" walk in through the doors of Notre Dame. "Hmmm?" he mused as he rubbed his chin.
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Once safe behind the church doors, it was then and only then did Savina remove her cloak and Biquette jumped off her back. The gypsy girls breath was taken away as she marveled at the beauty. Pillars stood on either side as candles lit the way. Somewhere in the distance Savina could here the songs of Holy men singing or chanting in some sort of language that she did not know.
She suddenly stiffened as she felt a presence behind her. Quick as a flash she spun around and grabbed the person's sword from their sheath, while she grabbed them by the front of their shirt and tossed them to the ground.
"You!" Savina growled as she held the sword to Johan's throat.
"Easy! Easy! I-I just shaved this morning!" Johan said crawling backwards away from the gypsy girl as he nervously eyed his sword that was dangerously close to his throat.
"Oh really? You missed a spot." Savina taunted now having the captain of the guards completely backed up against a pillar.
"Alright, alright. Calm down." Johan soothed holding up his hands in surrender. "Just give me a chance to apologize.
"What?" she spat, her voice full of venom.
"That for example." Johan said as he kicked the gypsy girl in the gut, sending her to the ground and grabbing his sword as it fell out of his hand.
Savina whipped her head around and clenched her fist as she gave the mother of all death glares at him. "You sneaky son of a-"
"Uh uh uh, watch it were in a church."
"Are you always this charming or am I just lucky?" Savina asked rising to her feet. She quickly grabbed a nearby candle stick holder and lunged at Johan, but he blocked it with his sword.
"Haha! Candle light, privacy, music; can't think of a better place for hand to hand combat." Johan teased. Savina was not amused however and tried to attack him, but once again Johan easily blocked her.
"You fight almost as well as a man."
"Funny, I was gonna say the same thing about you." Savina snapped as she pushed him away from her.
"That's hitting a little below the belt there don't you think?" Johan asked smirking.
"No, this is!" Savina snarled as she lunged the pointy end of the candle holder right towards Johan's (ahem) "manhood" lucky for him though, he stopped her just in time with his sword. Unlucky for him, Savina was smart and used the other end and nailed him in the face.
A slightly disoriented Johan shook his head, snapping him out of his daze. "Toushay. OOMPH!" he grunted as Biquette got in on the action and head butted him in the stomach.
"I didn't know you had a kid." Johan wheezed.
"Well she doesn't take kindly to soldiers." Savina said pointing her weapon at him as she slowly backed away.
"I noticed. Um permit me, I'm Johan. It means, very successful, long life, and attractive." he bragged, chuckling a little. Savina and Biquette were not amused.
"Hehe ahem. And you are?"
"Is this an interrogation?" Savina smirked.
"It's called an introduction." Johan corrected as he placed his sword back in it's sheath.
"You not arresting me?" Savina asked confused raising an eyebrow.
"Not as long as your in here. I can't." Johan explained gesturing to the church around them.
"Huh...your not at all like the other soldiers." the gypsy girl noted as she placed the candle stick back down.
"Thank you."
"So if you not going to arrest me, what do you want?" she asked taking a step closer to Johan and crossing her arms.
"I'll settle for your name." Johan said kindly smiling slightly.
Savina blinked and a small smile formed on her own face. "Savina."
"It's beautiful." Johan complimented. Biquette gave them a "What the heck?" face and turned to look at her master as if to ask, "Your not really buying this are you?"
"Much better than Johan anyway." Johan finished, not noticing the goats look. Savina said nothing but her smiled turned into a smirk. Johan felt his face grow hot as he took a step closer to the gypsy.
"Good work captain." a voice said as the church doors opened. Both captain and gypsy turned and to their horror, saw Balthazar and a few armed guards standing in the doorway.
"Now arrest her." Balthazar ordered.
"Bah!" Biquette bleated in fear as she ran and hid behind her master.
"Claim sanctuary." Johan whispered to the gypsy. Savina's smile disappeared and she glared at the captain with so much hatred. Her cousin Gerard was right. "Never trust a soldier!" She should have stabbed him in the throat when she had her chance. How could she be so stupid?
"Say it!" Johan hissed.
"You tricked me." Savina growled through clenched teeth. Her voice dripping with venom.
"I'm waiting Captain." Balthazar interrupted.
"I'm sorry Sir, she claimed sanctuary." Johan siad, turning around to face Balthazar. "There's nothing I can do."
"Then drag her outside and-"
"Balthazar!" the archdeacon Homnibus interrupted, approaching them. "You will not touch her! Don't worry, Lord Balthazar learned years ago to respect the sanctity of the church." he said placing a hand on Savina's shoulder. All the while giving Balthazar a knowing glare.
Balthazar clenched his teeth and fumed with rage as he resisted the urge to attack the old man. With a wave of his arm he signaled the guards and they turned on their heels to leave. He looked back to make sure that neither Savina, Johan, or Homnibus were watching and then quickly but quietly ducked behind a stone pillar.
Homnibus removed his protective hand from the girls shoulder and then grabbed Johan by the arm and lead him out the door. However they must have been going a little bit to slow for Biquette's liking for she ran out from behind Savina, charged full steam ahead at Johan and then head butted him in the behind.
"Alright! Alright! I'm going!"
Savina's smirk returned as she watched her goat, but let out a gasp as someone from behind snuck up behind her and twisted her arm behind her back.
"You think you've out witted me," Balthazar purred in her ear, resting his head against her soft hair. "But I am a patient man. And gypsy's don't do well inside stone walls." He paused for a second before he turned his head and sniffed her hair.
"What are you doing?"
"I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck of yours." Balthazar explained as he rubbed her neck with his free hand.
"I know what your imagining." Savina growled yanking herself free of his grasp.
"What a clever witch. So typical of your kind to twist the truth to cloud the mind with unholy thoughts."
Savina backed up slightly still trying to hold her scowl but Balthazar caught the flash of fear in her brown eyes.
"Well no matter." Balthazar said as he turned on his heels and started to leave. "You've chosen a magnificent prison. But it is a prison nonetheless. Set one foot outside, and your mine!" and with that Balthazar slammed the door, sealing Savina's fate. The gypsy girl felt her heart rate speed up as she frantically ran to the door and yanked it open.
"Balthazar's orders, place a guard at every door." She heard a guard order the rest. Savina growled and slammed the door shut as hard as she could. She leaned her back against the large wooden door before sliding down to the floor and hugging her knees. Biquette, sensing her masters distress trotted over and sat down in front of her giving her a sad look.
"Don't worry Biquette, if Balthazar thinks he can keep us here he's wrong." Savina reassured, more so to convince herself than her pet.
"Don't act rashly child." Homnibus cautioned as he lit some nearby candles. "You created...quite a stir at the festival." he said with a chuckle but quickly turned serious again and then turned to face the gypsy. "It would be unwise to arouse Balthazar's anger any further."
"You saw what he did out there," Savina defended standing to her feet. "Letting the crowd torture that poor boy! I thought that if just one person could stand up to him then...sigh...What do they have against people who are different anyway?"
"You can't right all the wrongs in this world by yourself." Homnibus said gently as they started walking.
"Well no one out there's going to help. That's for sure." Savina sighed.
"Well perhaps there is someone in here who can." Homnibus replied gesturing to the church all around them. He then went off on his own way leaving the girl and goat to themselves. Savina paused and thought about what he said. She walked a few steps and leaned against yet another pillar. She looked at the statue of the Virgin Mary holding a baby Jesus, and then she turned her head and looked at the people on their knees praying for various needs.
Savina bit her lip and then turned back to the statue. With a very heavy heart and completely unsure of what to do, she did the only thing she could do...She sang.
I don't know if You can hear me
Or if Your even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to You
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?
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Somewhere up in the rafters, a broken and depressed Peewit sat, still sore both physically and emotionally from what had happened just about an hour or so ago. He perked up when he heard someone singing. Yes he heard people singing in the church plenty of times before but this was different. The song was full of such emotion and sadness, and the person singing...just plain angelic.
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Back with Savina, she had left the statue and started to wander around Notre Dame. She walked down a hallway completely illuminated with candles. The candles shined upon her making her glow as well as she continued to sing her prayer.
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
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Peewit had followed the voice and looked down from a balcony. He saw many people walking down the church halls but his eyes were glued only to the red headed gypsy dressed in pink, white and black.
Once Savina finished her line of the song, the other people who had come to the church began to sing their own prayers.
I ask for wealth
I ask for fame
I ask for glory
To shine on my name
I ask for love
I can possess
I ask for God
And His angels
To bless me
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The Children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of
God
Unnoticed by Savina, Peewit had followed her and was now watching her from behind a corner as she stood in the middle of a room. The light shining down upon her from the giant stain glass window. Biquette trotted up next to her owner and Savina dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around the goats neck, burying her face in the goats soft black fur. A small love sick smile spread upon Peewit's face as he leaned his head against the wall watching them.
"YOU! Bellringer! What are you doing here?" one of the Holy men demanded spotting Peewit out of the bell tower. Peewit gasped and stumbled backwards knocking over a candle stick holder.
"Haven't you caused enough trouble already?" the man asked as Peewit scrambled to the safety of his fortress.
"Wait!" Savina called after him as she took chase.
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"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" Peewit chanted as he ran up the stairwell with Savina right behind him.
"I-I'd like to talk with you." Savina called after him as she started up the stairs herself.
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"Look! He's got a friend with him!" Smurfette squealed as she spotted the gypsy running behind their human friend.
"Yeah, maybe the day wasn't a total loss after all." Greedy said optimistically.
"Oh she's lovely." Handy said noting the girls beauty.
"The one in the dress ain't bad either." Hefty said refering to the goat, earning him bizzar looks from his fellow smurfs but before anyone could comment, Peewit ran into the room.
"Hey Peewit!"
"Congratulations!"
"We knew you had it in you."
"You got the girls chasing you already." the smurfs said as they dropped down in front of their friend.
"Uh wait I-"
"You mustn't smurf to fast or she'll get away." Papa Smurf teased.
"I-I know that's why-"
"Smurf her some slack, then reel her in, then smurf her some slack, then reel her in then smurf her some slack then-" Hefty said as he pretended to cast out a fishing line then reel it back in, only to be cut off by a smack abside the head from Smurfette.
"Smurf it off Hefty! She's a girl not a mackerel!" the blonde female snapped, while Peewit took the opportunity to escape only to freeze when the slightly out of breath Savina panted, "There you are! I thought I lost you."
Peewit mentally cringed and then turned to face the gypsy girl, noticing out of the corner of his eye the smurfs had ran and hid before she saw them.
"Yes! I um...ahem...I have chores to do and it-it was nice...seeing you...again and..." and once more the short blonde took off running.
"No! Wait!" Savina shouted running after him. "I'm really sorry about this afternoon. I had no idea who you were. I would never in my life had pulled you...up on the...stage..."
Savina came at a loss for words as she climbed up the ladder after Peewit as they entered his private get away room. She stood amazed at the beautiful life like construction of the town and Notre Dame, and the mini chandilers made from piece of stained glass that hung from the ceiling, shining mini rainbows here and there as the sun hit them just right.
"What is this place?"
"This is where I live." Peewit answered shyly as the gypsy girl approached the table where the replica sat.
"Did you make all these things yourself?" Savina asked in awe.
"Most of them."
"It's beautiful." Savina breathed as she lightly touched the stain glass pieces, causing them to clink against each other and make a tinkling sound, much like that of wind chimes. "If I could do this you wouldn't find me dancing in the street for coins."
"But your a wonderful dancer." Peewit said without thinking.
"Well it keeps bread on the table anyway." Savina said smiling at her new little friend. "What's this?" she asked as she spotted something on the table covered up with a small cloth.
"Oh! Oh no! I-I'm not finished with them! I still have to paint them." Peewit said running up to try to stop her from lifting the cover off , but Savina was to quick for him.
"It's the blacksmith...haha! And the baker." Savina said as she studied the wooden figurines.
Biquette had wondered to the far side of the table where the wooden sheep and shepherds were put on display and after giving a quick glance at the two humans to make sure neither were looking, the sneaking little nanny goat quickly slurped up one of the sheep and ate it.
"Your a surprising person Peewit." Savina said not noticing her goat helping herself to the sheep. "Not to mention lucky. I mean all this room to yourself."
Peewit felt himself blushing at all the compliments and kind treatment. "Well it's not just me. There's the smur-er uh gargoyles and of coarse the bells." he said humbly as he gestured to the bells what hung above them.
"Would you like to see them?"
"Yes of coarse. Wouldn't we Biquette?"
Biquette froze and quickly slurped up the shepherd she was eating, having eaten the whole entire flock of sheep.
"Follow me! I'll introduce you." Peewit said as he climbed up another ladder that led to the bells. Excited by the fact that for the first time in his life he had company aside from Balthazar, Homnibus, or the smurfs.
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"I never knew there were so many." Savina observed once she made it to the top.
"That's Little Sophia. And Jean-Marie, Ann-Marie, and Louis-Marie. Triplets you know?" Peewit introduced as he hopped from bell to bell.
"And who's this?" Savina asked as she walked up next to the biggest bell she had ever seen in her entire life.
"Big-Marie." Peewit answered dropping down from above.
"HELLO!" Savina called as she ducked under Big-Marie and spun around, her voice echoing.
"She likes you." Peewit chuckled, peeking under the bell. "Would you like to see more?"
"How about it Biquette?" Savina asked peeking under Big-Marie as the black nanny goat trotted under the giant bell. Biquette burped in response and it echoed loudly under the bell, scaring the goat a little.
"We'd love to."
"Good, I saved the best for last." Peewit said as he climbed up a tall ladder that led to the roof. The two teenagers went out and Peewit hurridly gestured her over to the balcony. Savina looked and gasped at the most beautiful sunset she had ever seen in her life. The sky was painted brilliant hughes of orange, and red, and purple and pink as the sun set over the Parisian sky.
"Oh! I bet the king himself doesn't have a view like this." Savina sighed. "I could stay up here forever."
"You can you know?" Peewit pointed out a little bit to eagerly.
"No I couldn't." Savina sighed.
"Yes! You have sanctuary." Peewit pointed out, still not getting it.
"But not freedom. Gypsy's don't do well inside stone walls." she huffed crossing her arms as she had to admit that Balthazar was right.
"But your not like other gypsy's. They're...evil."
"Who told you that?"
"My master. Balthazar." Peewit answered innocently. "He raised me." he explained as he turned away from the view and sat down.
"How could such a cruel man have raised someone like you?" Savina asked more so to herself.
"Cruel? Oh no! He saved my life." Peewit said being quick to defend the only person he had ever known to show him quote un-quote "kindness."
"He took me in when no one else would...I am a monster you know?"
"He told you that?"
"Look at me!"
The two were silent for a few moments as Peewit hugged his knees and Savina thought of a way to convince him that he was not a monster.
"Give me your hand."
"Why?" Peewit asked confused.
"Just let me see it." She said gently taking his hand in hers, holding it palm side up.
"Hmmm...a long life line. Oh and this one means your shy." Savina explained pointing to the lines on his palm. "Hmmm?...Hmm, hmm, hmm. Well that's funny."
"What?" Peewit asked alarmed, afraid that it was something bad.
"I don't see any." Savina said quietly as she pulled his hand closer to her face.
"Any what?" Peewit asked desperately.
"Monster lines." Savina finally answered looking the boy straight in the eyes. "Not a single one."
Peewit's eyes widened and then he started to look at his own hand.
"Now you do me." The red haired gypsy girl said holding out her hand. "Do you think I'm evil?"
"NO!" Peewit gasped, appauled at the mere mention of something so ridiculous as that. He grabbed her hand. "No! You are kind and-and good and-and-"
"And a gypsy." Savina interrupted. "And maybe Balthazar's wrong about the both of us."
"What are they saying?" Handy asked as he, Hefty, Smurfette and Greedy stood on one another's shoulders trying to eavesdrop. (Much to the disdain of Papa Smurf.)
"She said Balthazar's nose is long and he wears a tross." Smurfette said miss hearing what was actually said.
"Ha! Smurfed ya! Pay up!" Hefty demanded holding out his palm.
"Aw smurf it!" Greedy cursed as he and Handy each handed the tattooed smurf a smurfberry.
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Back with the humans, both of them leaned against the balcony as Savina sighed and looked longingly at the streets below. Already starting to get cabin fever. Peewit frowned. He desperately wished there was something he could do for the girl. Something to make her smile again...wait a minute...maybe there was.
"You helped me, now I will help you." Peewit said his face brightening as Savina turned to him.
"But there's no way out! There's soldier's at every door." the gypsy pointed out.
"We won't use a door." Peewit said simply as he climbed up on the ledge of the balcony.
Savina's eye's widened. "You mean climb down?"
"Sure. You carry her," he gestured to Biquette. "And I'll carry you."
Savina paused for the briefest of moments as she thought it over. It was a crazy and dangerous plan that would either get them caught and or killed if the slightest thing went wrong...Sounds like pretty good odds.
"Alright. Come on Biquette." She held out her arms and the black nanny goat hopped into them. For safe measure Savina pulled out her hankie from her blouse and tied it around Biquette's eyes so that the goat wouldn't get spooked by the height.
"Ready?" Peewit asked jumping down off the ledge.
"Yes."
"Don't be afraid." Peewit cautioned as he picked up the gypsy bridal style. Even though he was short, all the years of ringing the bells have given him incredible upper body strength.
"I'm not afraid." Savina said nonchalantly. Peewit hoisted her up and then jumped over the ledge.
"Now I'm afraid!" Savina gasped as they hung in mid air with only Peewit holding onto a gargoyle head with one hand keeping them from falling to their doom.
"The trick is not to look down." Peewit said calmly just as the hankie came undone and fell from Biquette's eyes allowing the goat to see just how high up they were.
"BAAH!" Biquette bleated in fear jumping out of Savina's arms. Luckily though the gypsy caught her before she could fall. You know maybe staying inside Notre Dame for the rest of her life wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"You've done this before?" Savina asked starting to regret agreeing to do this.
"No." Peewit answered truthfully. Yep. They were all gonna die.
Peewit swung and then lept from one ledge to the other. When they reached the end Peewit dropped down and scurried down the side of the building like a spider before finally landing on the shingle of a flatter part of the roof.
"Wow! Your quite the little acrobat." Savina whispered patting the boy on the head.
"Thank you-WHOA!" he yelped as the shingle suddenly began sliding downwards leaving sparks in their wake. Down down down they flew until they were coming upon the edge. When they approached as they fell, Peewit quickly grabbed onto another ledge as the shingle kept flying through the air, eventually landing in the alley with a very loud crash.
"She's in the alley!"
"Get her!" the guards shouted as they took off towards the noise. Once they were gone the two humans and goat jumped down until they finally landed on a statue of a saint. Just as Savina was about to jump off she spotted a torch light heading for them.
The two quickly backed up against the statue and stood perfectly still as Gargamel marched past them looking for any sign of movement. Once he had finally past the gypsy and bell ringer let out sighs of relief.
"I hope I didn't scare you." Peewit whispered.
"Not for an instant." Savina replied smirking.
Biquette disagreed however and made a half laugh half groan sound, starting to regret eating that extra shepherd.
"I will never forget you Savina." Peewit said sadly looking down, knowing that the time had come for them to say good-bye and that they will probably never see each other again. He suddenly felt a hand on his cheek as the gypsy girl turned his face towards hers.
"Come with me!" Savina offered excitedly.
"What?"
"To the Court of Miracles. Leave this place!"
"Oh no! I'm never going back out there again. You saw what happened." Peewit said turning away from the girl. "No, this is where I belong."
"Alright then I'll come to see you."
"Here?" Peewit squeaked. Wasn't the whole point of what they just did was to get her OUT of Notre Dame? And now she was wanting to come back?
"But the soldiers! And Balthazar! And-"
"I'll come after sunset." Savina said.
"But at sunset I ring the evening mass, and then I clean the coisters and then I ring the vespers and-" Peewit stiffened and froze as he felt Savina lean over and kiss his cheek.
"Whatever's good for you."
"If YOU ever need sanctuary," Savina started as she pulled a hidden necklace off from around her neck. "This will show you the way." she finished as she handed it to Peewit. The necklace was some sort of woven oval shaped thing with a cross in the center, various dots surrounding it and an X off to the far side.
"But how?" Peewit asked as she placed it around his neck.
"Just remember, "When you wear this woven band, you hold the city in your hand."
Peewit looked at the band in awe admiring all the small delicate stitches. He quickly tucked it into his shirt, keeping it safe.
"Bah!"
Both turned to see light aways off in the distance and heard soldiers voices talking.
"You must go!" Peewit whispered. Biquette jumped onto the girls back and Peewit helped her onto a rope as she slid down. Once her bare feet hit the ground, Biquette jumped down and the two took off running down an alley and into the night.
Peewit just sat back and watched her go. A goofy love struck smile on his face. He turned and then started scaling back up the side of the building. All of the festival's horror's and humiliation was behind him. He had made a friend. And actual human friend. And a friend that was a girl on top of that. A very pretty girl. No not pretty, beautiful. And she kissed him. KISSED HIM! A beautiful, sweet kind hearted girl actually looked his way and …...and kissed him.
Peewit was snapped out of his thoughts as a hand suddenly grabbed his.
"Hi there! I'm looking for the gypsy girl. Have you seen her?" Johan asked. Peewit narrowed his eyes and growled as he jumped onto the roof.
"Whoa! Whoa! Easy!" Johan said backing away.
"No soldiers! Sanctuary! Get out!" Peewit demanded grabbing a nearby torch off the wall and waving it in front of Johan.
"Wait! All I wanted was-"
"GO!"
"I mean her no harm!" Johan tried to explain as the crazy blonde backed him up backwards down the stairs.
"GO!" Peewit yelled again swinging the torch haphazardly, only stopping when Johan drew his sword and pinned it to the wall. The Captain of the guards was a few steps down from him and Peewit yanked him up to his face by the front of his shirt.
"You tell her that I didn't mean to trap her here." Johan said calmly but sternly. "But it was the only way I could save her life."
Peewit's glare softened at these words but he still kept a tight grip on Johan's shirt.
"Will you tell her that? Will you?"
"If you go... Now!" Peewit ordered.
"I'll go...Now, will you put me down please?"
Peewit raised an eyebrow and glanced around to see that he was holding the Captain off the ground by his shirt. He glared and gently sat him back on his feet.
Johan said nothing but turned and then started back down the steps but turned around and looked at the boy.
"And by the way, tell Savina she's very lucky."
"Why?"
"To have a friend like you." Johan smirked as he put his sword back in his sheath. He gave the boy one last look, turned and then started back down the stairs.
Peewit just stood there dumbfounded. Was it possible that a soldier could be on their side?
Whew! It took a lot of the day but I finally finished this chapter! Whoo!
Hefty: I just have one thing to ask.
Me: What's that?
Hefty: WHY IN THE SMURF DID YOU MAKE ME THE ONE TO HAVE A CRUSH ON THE GOAT?
Biquette: Bah! (translation: We'll I ain't anymore happy about it than you are!)
Me: Hehehe well …...I dunno. I just randomly picked you.
Hefty: x(
Me: Hey be glad I didn't add the scene where you tried to actually kiss Biquette.
Hefty and Biquette: AH!
Zinka17 and CartoonCaster21:(run by giggling)
Gerard: (pant) Get (pant) Back(pant) Here! (pant pant pant) Mother? (faints)
Johan: Oh my!
Clopin: Gerard? Wake up boy!
Puppet Clopin: I think he's dead
Clockwork: Chirpy chirp chirp
Me: Well I got to recessitate Gerard so until next time, this is flowerpower71 saying we hoped you enjoyed this latest installment of "The Jester of Notre Dame!" Please leave a review and goodbye for now! Bye! :)
BTW For those who are wondering, yes that is actually what Johan's name means. I looked it up and I could not stop laughing when I read what it said. XD
Phoebus: Almost as nice as Phoebus
Me: Whatever Mr. "Sun God"