Evening My Lovelies

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Chapter Eleven: The Escape

With the knowledge that his escape could be noticed at any moment, Aramis moved as swiftly as his feet would carry him through the halls, stopping only when he heard sounds that signalled someone was close, his heart hammering violently in his chest as he waited for the coast to become clear once again before moving on, his target fixed steadily in his mind.

He had been lucky at one point and had managed to catch one of the group holding them prisoners alone and, not one to waste such a gift, he had wasted no time in subduing the distracted man before dragging him into a nearby empty room.


FLASHBACK

The man fell to the ground with a meaty thud as Aramis threw him into the room, slipping in behind him and making quick work of closing the door behind them both before moving to place his stolen blade up against the bandit's throat before the man could recover his senses enough to fight back.

Upon feeling the sting of a blade against his flesh the man froze, but it was the look in the man's widening eyes after looking at him that confirmed something for him.

"So you know who I am," growled the marksman, keeping his voice low as he spoke so as to not risk drawing any unnecessary attention to the pair. "That will make this easier -"

"I'm not telling you squat musketeer!" spat the bandit, though he couldn't hide the glimmer of fear, nor how his body instinctively reacted to the marksman pressing the blade a tiny bit harder into the flesh of his throat, a single drop of blood moving quickly down from the tip of the blade.

"I would like to think you a smart man monsieur," continued Aramis, his tone dark and deadly, "You know who I am, which means you also know what I am capable of. Given what you and yours have done to me and mine I am not opposed to ending your miserable existence right here and now. The information you hold is the only thing that might stay said desire, so if I were you… I'd start talking."

Aramis's face remained emotionless throughout the threat and it only served to further unease his captive who quickly came to the conclusion that he valued his life more than anything else, "W-What do you want to know?"

END FLASHBACK


Moving through the halls Aramis couldn't help but smirk as he thought back to the interrogation, it had been a risk to spend time on something other than getting to his brothers but after a bit of gentle 'persuasion' the man had sung like a bird and told him everything he needed to know to get his brothers free of this accursed place, and with that information now in mind, he was able to move with more direction and focus, something that paid off for the man when he saw the all too familiar door that he was sure was the only obstacle between him and his brothers.

"I told you 'Thos," groaned Porthos as he shifted positions to attempt to find a more comfortable way to rest against the bars of the cell that separated him and his brother, "I'm fine, our focus should be on getting 'Mis and getting the hell out of here, not me."

Sighing at how stubborn his brother was being Athos ran a tired hand through his hair, trying not to remember the whip he had held even as his hair brushed against the abrasions using it had left on his skin. "If Aramis was here he would be scolding you for not being honest so allow me to worry for you in his place."

Letting out a quiet chuckle Porthos sent his brother a fond, if tired, look, "I think 'Mis is a big enough mother hen for our group, no need adding another to the mix, just focus on coming up with a way to get us out of here."

"...Well I could help with that," interrupted Aramis with a bright grin on his face as he leaned against a nearby wall, watching his brothers with a teasing glint in his eyes, despite the situation, as he twirled a key around his finger, "However if my 'mother-hennning' ways are too much for you I could just leave you here."

"Aramis!" the pair exclaimed in equal parts shock and joy as they rushed to their feet, their exuberance causing the marksman to wince before he pushed off of the wall and made his way to their cells.

"A little quieter if you will," he chided, though he couldn't stop the small fond smile that tugged at his lips, "We are trying to get out not call the whole building down on us."

Neither musketeer paid the words any mind as they focused on bringing the marksman into a tight embrace the moment the doors to their cells opened, causing their brother to let out a small "Oof" in response before chuckling quietly at their reaction.

"As much as I am enjoying this," he teased, patting both brothers' on the back, "It's only a matter of time before someone either comes down here or realizes I'm not where they left me so what say we pause this reunion until we're far from here?"

Athos raised an eyebrow but agreed with his brother's logic and so nodded once before taking the blade his brother offered him, "You have a plan I take it?" he asked, feeling far more confident in their odds now he had the familiar feel of steel in his hands and his brother's around him.

Sending his brothers a smirk Aramis began to move towards the door, "Follow me."