Hey readers here is another chapter only 3 more chapters to go. I believe how far this story has come thank you so very much to everyone who is following and reviewing. I told people that i will complete my stories and i have kept that promise. So happy reading. :-)
Chapter 11
Sam clutched Blaine's dead body in his arms, glancing about self-consciously as Mike led him towards a small hut deep in the woods. Mike slammed his fist against the door in his version of knocking, the loud bangs echoing throughout the small clearing the hut stood in.
"Go away," an irritated voice yelled from inside. Mike rolled his eyes and knocked again, even harder, until the very hut itself seemed in danger of being shaken apart.
Finn stumbled to the wooden door, flinging open the peephole cut in the top. He glared out at the two men, the door remaining firmly closed. He remained silent until it was apparent that they would not just disappear, then yelled again. "What?" he snapped. "What?" "Are you the Miracle Finn who worked for the king all those years?" Mike asked suddenly.
Finn winced, glaring at the young man. "The king's stinking son fired me. And thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you're at it, why don't you give me a nice paper cut, and pour lemon juice on it. We're closed!" He slammed the little peephole closed, but Mike started to pound on the door once again. Finn yelped, then yelled out at them once more, throwing the peephole open again. "Beat it or I'll call the brute squad."
"I'm on the brute squad," Sam protested, shifting the body in his arms.
"You *are* the brute squad," Finn laughed, giving Sam the quick once over, eyes taking in everything from his boots to the top of his head. He laughed again, turning away from the door.
"We need a miracle," Mike said, voice lowering into an attempt of pleading. "It's very important."
Finn sighed, running his hand over his face slowly. "Look, I'm retired. Besides, why would you want someone the kings stinking son fired. I might kill whoever you want to make the miracle."
"He's already dead," Mike said calmly. Finn lifted an eyebrow, glancing back at Mike, then at Sam.
"He is?" A small smile touched the corners of his mouth. "I'll take a look at him." The door swung open slowly. "Bring him in." Sam set Blaine down on the table gently and Finn began to examine the man, checking his non-existent pulse and glancing into his eyes, once he pried them open. "I've seen worse." He returned to the examination.
"Sir?" Mike began, forcing himself to remain polite. "Sir?"
"What?" Finn snapped, not looking up from the corpse. "We're in a terrible rush." "Don't rush me sonny," Finn glared at Mike for a moment, then glanced back down at the dead Blaine. "You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles." He poked the body once more, then nodded. "You got money?"
"Sixty-five," Mike answered, tossing it on the table. Finn raised his eyebrows and snorted. "Phew! I never worked for so little; except once and that was a very noble cause."
"This is noble sir," Mike began, eyes wide as he lay the lies on thick. "His wife is. . .crippled. . .children on the brink of. . .starvation. . ." he trailed off, gazing at the Miracle Man, eyes pleading.
"Are you a rotten liar!" Finn laughed again, the sound louder than before.
"I need him to help avenge my father, murdered this twenty years," Mike spat out, face hardening. His dark eyes grew icy at the thought of the six-fingered man getting away unpunished.
Finn snorted. "Your first story was better." He moved over to the shelves, pawing through the piles of junk quickly. "Where is that bellow's clamp? He probably owes you money, huh? Well I'll ask him."
Mike frowned, leaning back as he stared at Finn. "He's dead. He can't talk."
"Whoo!," Finn threw back his head, laughter spewing forth once again. "Look who knows so much, eh?" He grabbed the bellows and moved back to Blaine's body. "It just so happens that your friend here is only mostly dead. There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Please open his mouth." Mike did so and Finn placed the tip of the bellows inside. "Now, mostly dead is slightly alive. Now, all dead...well, with all dead, there's usually only one thing that you can do."
"What's that?" Mike mumbled, watching the Miracle Man's actions closely.
"Go through his clothes and look for loose change," Finn laughed, then pumped air into Blaine's body slowly, one pump at a time. He pumped once more, then began yelling down at the body.
"Hey! Hello in there! Hey! What's so important?" he gasped for air, then continued yelling. "Whatcha got here that's worth living for?" He pressed down roughly on Blaine's chest, hands thumping him firmly.
"True. . .love. . ." the words wheezed past Blaine's still lips, barely audible.
"True love! You heard him!" Mike jumped up, eyes bright. "You could not ask for a more noble cause than that." His expectant gaze fell upon Finn as he waited for the man's agreement.
"Sonny, true love is the greatest thing in the world; except for a nice MLT - Mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich - when the Mutton is nice and lean, and the tomato's ripe. They're so perky. I love that," Finn rubbed his hands together, eyes bright with hunger. His tongue traced around his lips slowly, then he shook his head, coming back to the topic abruptly. "But that's not what he said! He distinctly said, 'to blaithe.' And as we all know, to blaithe means to bluff. So, you were probably playing cards and he cheated..."
"Liar!" Rachel stormed down the stairs so fast her apron tangled about her legs and she almost fell. "Liar! Liarrrrrrr!"
Finn groaned, slapping his forehead roughly. "Get back witch!" he snapped, backing away from her.
"I'm not a witch, I'm your wife!" she shrieked, hands batting the air as if it was his face. "But after what you just said, I'm not even sure I want to be that anymore."
"You never had it so good," Finn frowned at her, pressing one finger to his lips in a futile attempt to silence her. He turned back to Mike, smiling sheepishly, trying to stay between the man and his wife.
"True love!" Rachel yelled. "He said. "True love" Finn!"
"Don't say another word, Rachel," Finn warned, turning to glare at her once again. He started towards her, then backed away when she lifted one hand threateningly, a spell on her lips.
"He's afraid," Rachel crowed. She turned to Mike, laughter spilling forth. "Ever since Prince Sebastian fired him, his confidence has shattered."
"Why'd you say that name?" Finn demanded, voice filling the tiny cottage. "You promised me you would never say that name!"
"What?" Rachel whined. "Sebastian?"
"Aaaaah," Finn's scream filled the room and he clamped his hands over his ears, trying to block her voice from his head. "Sebastian!" Rachel yelled, starting towards Finn. He cried out again, backing away from her quickly. Soon Rachel was chasing him around the small room, her cries "Sebastian" mixing with his yelling.
"Sebastian, Sebastian, SEBASTIAN," Rachel sing-songed, lips bared in a smile that was closer to a snarl. "I'm not listening!" Finn yelled at her, still trying to escape the piercing tones of her voice. "True love," Finn purred suddenly. "Life expiring and you don't have the decency to say why you won't help. You're as bad as Sebastian!" "Nobody is hearing nothing," Finn snapped at her. "Sebastian!" Rachel yelled in response. "Sebastian!"
Mike threw his hands into the air. His eyes widened suddenly and he interrupted the continuing battle. "This is Kurt's true love. If you heal him, he will stop Sebastian's wedding!"
"Wait, wait," Finn muttered. "I make him better, Sebastian suffers?"
"Humiliations galore," Mike promised, resting his hands on the table and leaning just a bit towards Finn. He nodded when Finn began to smile, just a little.
"Ha ha ha! That is a noble cause!" Finn stuck out his hand to Mike. "Give me the sixty-five. I'm on the job!"
"Woo hoo!" yelled Rachel. Together she and Finn prepared the miracle pill for Blaine, taking extreme care with each ingredient.
Mike stared down at the pill, disbelief written across his face. "That's a miracle pill?" he asked. "The chocolate coating makes it go down easier," Rachel explained. "But you have to wait fifteen minutes for full potency. And he shouldn't go swimming for. . ."
"An hour!" Finn broke in, grinning widely. "An hour," Rachel echoed. Finn handed Mike the pill, grin widening even more.
"Thank you for everything." Mike said. Sam carried Blaine's corpse once again and left the hut. Rachel and Finn remained at the door, waving to them as the three disappeared over the horizon.
"Bye bye boys," Rachel called.
"Have fun storming the castle," Finn added, still waving frantically.
"Think it will work?" Rachel mused as soon as the three were out of earshot. "It will take a miracle," Finn answered, shutting the door gently.
So what did you guys think pretty please leave reviews. Ok so yes i will be doing an epilogue but i am afraid i will not kill Sebastian as much as i would like to so can anyone guess what my epilogue will be if you guess right i will dedicate the chapter to you. Lots of love Veronica xo xo.