AN:
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Now, I know this chapter sounds like it's all over the place, but I want to hurry up and get to 'main part' so I pretty much through three chapters into one. I know that the 'escape scene' is sorta pathetic, but don't judge me, it was like 3am when I came up with it and I figure that the Brothers wouldn't go down without a fight, (Or a small one anyways, besides, if you were Flint you would want to go back to bed too)
And you start to find something out in this chapter.
By the way, this chapter might be rated T in one little spot, simply because of a thought that Flint has, but other then that it's the normal rating. If you are younger then the age of twelve they were having a nice talk inside his girlfriend's house that Clyde didn't like. If you are older, I'm sure you know what they were doing.
Ah what the heck, I'll shut up.
Flint opened his eyes. He couldn't sleep, sat up and rubbed his forehead.
The bed was too soft for his liking and he couldn't stand the fact that the bed was in a room that belonged to the very people who planned on hanging him. It was a little nerve racking. He had to get out of here. He pulled his shirt and boots back on. He couldn't tell if what the time was since they had smartly put him in a room with no windows. He walked to the door and put his ear against it. Marianna was talking.
"What are you doing out here Clyde?"
Of course there was no response. Hopefully he was doing the same thing that Flint was. Flint opened the door. Clyde and Marianna looked at him.
"What are you doing?" Marianna asked.
Flint ignored her and looked at Clyde. "Running?"
Clyde smiled; Flint took that as a yes.
"No, your not." Marianna said.
"What's stopping us?"
Marianna paused. Her eyes flickered around, and then she stood up straight. "Me."
"Exactly." Flint said and showed his worst grin.
Marianna let out a startled shriek as Flint ran forward and scooped her up with one arm. She rested against his large shoulder.
"You can't stop us." Flint laughed at how light she was, this wasn't going to be a problem. Clyde followed behind them.
"Let me go!" Marianna gasped, kicking her small legs.
"Stop kicking me." Flint snarled.
Marianna stopped for a moment before she aimed home. Flint gasped and dropped her; he clutched his crotch and fell to his knees. That. Had. Hurt.
He groaned as Clyde ran up to him, grabbed an arm and tried to get him off the floor. The brothers looked up at Marianna who was standing in front of them with her arms crossed and a defiant look on her face.
"Get back to bed before I scream and all the guards get down here."
Flint opened his mouth to say something smart but Marianna took in a deep breath preparing to scream. Flint was in no mood to battle guards and with the strong numbers they were sure to come in, he bet that they couldn't win this one. There were two things more important then treasure and getting away. Looking out of Clyde, and staying alive. The same thing applied to Clyde. So they both decided on the same option.
"Alright!" Flint groaned as he got off the floor.
Marianna smiled. "Good."
Clyde scowled as Marianna led them back to their rooms. Flint glad that he was starting to feel better scowled at Marianna before he closed the door.
"Good night." Marianna said sweetly. This time, both Clyde and Flint grunted, which could have meant anything.
A few hours later, Flint once again sat back up. It had to be three in the morning and he had to go.
He opened the door to find an almost asleep Marianna. Her head rested in her hand, which was balanced on the chair as she sat on the floor. Her eyes were half closed and her head was drooping. She looked up at him a frowned.
"What do you want?" She slurred grumpily.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Since you boys first went to bed. Don't bother trying to escape again. It's…
She yawned. "Pointless. So you had better have a good reason to be out here before I call the guards."
Even half asleep she tried to be better then him. He had to admire that.
"I have to…relieve myself." Deciding on the polite term for it.
"So?"
He frowned. "You better tell me where I can go. Unless you want me to go in a potted plant or something."
Marianna's frown deepened. "Down the hall, turn left. Third door on the right."
Flint followed her instructions. After which he came back and saw that Marianna had fallen asleep on the floor. Unsure what to do, he just stood there and looked at her.
Her hair had become loose around her face and small strands hung around her head. Her rosy cheeks had paled in sleep and her face lost all signs of being hostile. Her mouth opened in a small 'O' of sleep and she snored softly-almost so you couldn't hear her.
Flint regrettably admitted she was good looking. He had seen better and he had seen worse, but she was attractive by his standards.
He blinked. Had he really just thought that? What was that about? He shook his head. He was sleep deprived; it would probably be best if he went back to the bed and not try to escape. He decided to simply leave her sleeping half in the chair, half on the floor because he really had no idea what to do with her. He mentally hit himself on the way back in. She was a child who was very annoying. She was good looking, and she had a strange view of life from what he could tell but that was it. Nothing more. After all, he had seen better. So what if she looked good? It wouldn't be the first time Flint had set eyes on someone beautiful. Flint smiled at the thought of his last girlfriend. He of course left her in the middle of the night, deciding that it had been fun, but she simply wasn't his type. Besides Clyde came and knocked on the door of her house once when Flint was over, and looked sick whenever he saw her after. Flint of course would always put his brother before some girl. It was the way they had been raised before Mamma Stabbington had kicked the bucket and Flint and Clyde were released into custody of their father. Flint chuckled as he thought of poor Clyde.
He shook his head as laid down on the bed. He closed his eyes.
A knocking on the door woke him up.
"Time to start moving! Wake up!" Marianna called from behind his door.
Flint grumbled, of course he falls asleep right as the sun would start rising and then less then three hours later, someone was waking him up. He twisted his neck, hearing it crack. Jeeze it was stiff.
He pulled his shirt and boots back on yet again and left his room to be greeted by Clyde and Marianna. He was surprised to be greeted with the sight of Marianna, bright eyed like she had gotten a full nights rest. That and the fact that she had changed her cloths. Today her dress was a light green color. She was also wearing shoes.
"Morning." She said brightly. "Who gave me this?" She asked holding up a blanket. "I woke up with it this morning."
It hadn't been Flint, he was in his room after Marianna had fallen asleep.
"It had to be one of you two. No one else is sleeping in this hall."
"Maybe one of the guards brought it."
Marianna shook her head. "It's from one of the guest rooms."
"Maybe another servant." Flint shrugged. Marianna also shrugged.
Flint glanced at his brother. Clyde seemed to be getting red in the face. As the brothers followed Marianna down the hall, Flint grabbed his arm.
He nodded his head toward Marianna. "Did you?"
Clyde looked at him for a moment before shaking his head and roughly pushing him away.
Flint grunted as his back hit the wall and his breath left him. He punched Clyde in the shoulder. Clyde tripped him, Flint elbowed him when he got back up. Clyde elbowed him back.
Marianna was surprised when she heard Clyde grunting and Flint swearing. She turned to find the brothers grappling on the floor.
"Hey!" She cried. "Stop that!" She was ignored. "Stop fighting!" She went to grab Flint's arm to separate the brothers.
When Flint felt something close around his fist, he did what he did on pure survival instinct, not thinking. He swung the fist that had been grabbed backwards, hitting the something that grabbed him. He wasn't aware of what that something was until Clyde threw him back into the wall and didn't look at him.
Flint followed his brother's gaze to Marianna who was sitting on the floor with a startled expression on her face. It would have looked funny except for the part that she had blood gushing out of her nose, and lots of it.
She blinked before simply saying 'ow.' She patted around her dress before pulling a piece of cloth from within the folds. She bunched it up under her nose, trying to stop the flow of blood. Clyde walked up to her and poked her hard on the nose.
"Ow hey!"
Clyde made a breaking motion with his hands, then shook his head. Marianna looked over to Flint.
"Nothing's broken." He said as he helped her off the floor.
"Yay." She replied dryly. She turned on her heel and continued back to the dinning hall.
Clyde smacked Flint on the back of the head. Flint elbowed him in the ribs. They continued shoving and elbowing each other until finally Marianna was about to open the door to the dinning hall and threatened to have the guards separate them. With blood still running down her face, she seemed almost scary. She opened the doors the hall. The Royals and Rider looked up from the table.
Apparently they had started eating without them. It was completely silent before somebody shrieked. "Oh my God! Marianna, your nose!"
A short plump kind faced older servant lady ran up to Marianna. She pulled her away from the brothers and toward the back of the room, trying to get Marianna to pull the cloth away so she could fix her nose.
Flint and Clyde looked at the table. It was long and rectangular. The king sat at the head, the queen sitting on his right, the princess sitting on his left, Rider sat next to the princess. Flint sat so he was across the king. Clyde sat on his left, so he was beside the queen. Well not exactly beside the queen, she was at the other end of the table.
It had been an awkward meal. Marianna stood behind the king, so he couldn't se her but the brothers could, holding a cloth full of ice to her nose. No one had said anything for the entire time. It mainly consisted of everyone glancing at the brothers then back at their plates and the brothers glaring at everybody.
Thankfully it had been quick. Now the brothers and Marianna were inside Flint's room. The Brothers were looking over a map and Marianna –with her nose finally stopped bleeding- was packing two small shoulder satchels.
Flint shook his head. "We have no idea where this guy could be."
Marianna looked up from the small bag. "Well, where would you go?"
Flint looked at Clyde. Clyde looked at the map. He frowned for a minuet before pointing to the neighbouring kingdom. Flint nodded. "If we stole the crown-which we did- we would go to the nearest kingdom, break the crown down on the way, and sell the pieces there."
Marianna shook her head. "For the King's crown, you would need blacksmiths tools to break it down."
"That'd been too heavy."
"So he would have to find someone who could pay for it."
"Another thief?"
"Maybe..." She paused. She held up the small vase that Flint had snatched. She frowned curiously at it. "Is this...?"
Flint didn't say anything, he and Clyde glanced at each other then looked back at Marianna.
Marianna suddenly got a coy smile. Flint and Clyde raised their eyebrows. "What?" Flint asked.
"Did you know that if you sell this; it's worth a hundred in gold?"
Flint looked over at Clyde and saw the greed seep into his eye. He was sure it was mirrored into his own. "Yeah?"
"Yeah" she said. Then made a show of slipping the vase into one of the satchels.
She handed the bag to Flint while Clyde gave a low chuckle.
"Why?" He asked suspiciously.
"Why what?" Miranda asked and shrugged. "So this thief would be going to the closest. Coranna has two neighbouring kingdoms."
Flint looked at the map. "Which one would he go to?"
Clyde pointed at one. Flint shook his head. "Knowing our luck, he went to the other one."
Marianna leaned over the bed to look at the map. "No, Clyde's right. The other kingdom would be suspicious if someone was selling a crown. This kingdom…" She said placing her finger on the same spot as Clyde, he pulled his hand away. "…on the other hand, almost everyone there hates us. They wouldn't care if someone sold a crown from here, there."
"Why do they hate…us?"
Marianna shrugged. "Before my time."
Flint looked back down at the map. "He's one day a head of us."
"Would he have a horse?"
Clyde shook his head.
"If he just stole something, he would want to be inconspicuous. A person running would be a lot less suspicious then a horse at full gallop, the guards-I'm sure-would try to slow him down. And leaving a horse for later isn't an option; there is the big risk that it would run away or get stolen." Flint said. "So if he had one day head start ran the entire time and kept going through the night. He would be…"
Clyde looked at the map for a minuet before grabbing a quill and drawing a large circle on the map. He pointed at it.
"He would be in this general area." Flint said for him. Flint pointed at the very edge of circle. "We could meet up with him here, get the crown back. Should take about a week."
"A week?"
"In-case we have to go after him in the other kingdom."
"Come back before the end of the week then. Otherwise; the King and Queen might think that you ran. And the 'Wanted' posters go back up."
The Brothers looked at each other.
"Alright. Come on, let's go." Flint said.
To get to the forest, in the direction of where they wanted to go, they had to cut through the kingdom first. People were rushing around the markets, the place was packed, the place was noisy and everyone had one thing on their minds.
"The Stabbingtons got out."
Flint walked beside Clyde and behind Marianna, looking at the people that had fear etched in their fetchers when the brothers past. Everyone stepped aside when the Brothers had to walk and Flint watched out of the corner of his eye as people whispered and pointed at them.
A child too young to know any better ran in front of the brothers. Flint and Clyde looked down at it. It looked up at them, before its mother ran forward and snatched the little child up in her arms and backed away.
The Brothers continued. Marianna turned around and looked at them, adjusting her own shoulder satchel. "I need to pick up a few things." She pointed at them and told them to stay. Clyde grunted and Flint rolled his eyes.
The Brothers stood there in the middle of the crowd with their arms crossed and scowling. People around them looked at them and hurried on their ways. They thought that they were probably doing the smart thing.
Flint looked over at Clyde who had his head tilted. He was frowning in concentration.
"What?"
He pointed at his ear. Flint listened, trying to hear what Clyde was hearing. At first he listened to people talking, and shouting and the whispers. Then he heard something that stood out.
"Hey! Let me go!"
Flint blinked. He looked at Clyde and again and Clyde motioned with his head to move. The Brothers slowly walked, following the shouts. As they got closer to the source they could hear more.
"Hand it over!"
"Let me go!"
Flint blinked, one voice was that of a man, the other…
Marianna.
The crowd parted showing Marianna in the middle, a taller shady looking fellow was gripping her arm tightly and pulling on her. Surprisingly, nobody did anything.
"Let me go!" Marianna cried and tried to pull out of the man's grip.
"Hey!" Flint yelled. Nobody paid attention to him. Clyde stalked forward, the man to interested in Marianna didn't realize he was there until Clyde's hand closed around his shoulder and Clyde threw him to the ground. The man landed painfully and looked up at Clyde who had his arms folded and was scowling. Flint giving his support walked up beside them copying his brother.
"We got a problem here?" Flint asked.
The man looked up at the Brothers and his eyes widened.
"I hope there's no problem." Flint said. To emphasize his words, Clyde grabbed the hilt of his sword.
"No! No problem at all! I was just leaving! Really!" The man said sitting up.
Clyde motioned with his head for the man to leave. The man let out a very unmanly squeal and scrambled away on his hands and knees. Flint raised an eyebrow; sure that not even Rider could get so undignified.
Marianna looked up at the Brothers. "Thanks." She said smiling. And it wasn't a smart smile either. It was a nice smile, and pure gratitude shone out of her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Flint, then quickly let go and did the same thing to Clyde.
The Brothers looked down at her in shock. She blinked, realizing what she had just done. She shrank back away from the Brothers, and wrapped her arms tightly around herself. She looked at the ground and her bangs fell in her eyes.
"I'm sorry." She curtsied and started walking forward. "I got what I needed, I guess I should show you too the exit."
She walked forward and Clyde ran to catch up with her. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. She looked up at him and he looked down at her, something that might have been concern showed on his face. Flint walked behind Clyde and watched as Marianna just shook her head. "Come on." She said, giving a small smile. "You have a thief to catch."
AN:
Couldn't think up a better ending.
Question:
Did anybody else notice that The Stabbingtons are the only redheads (Besides that really tall thug in the Snuggly Duckling) and Rapunzel is the only Blonde in the entire movie?
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