A/N: Thanks to those who have been supporting this fic! I may actually try
to finish this one. (
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Once Westley and Inigo had managed to escape to the thieves' forest, they began to devise a plan. Inigo still wanted his revenge against Humperdink, but he couldn't do it alone.
"We need more people," Westley stated.
"No kidding, if only we had Fezzik..." Inigo shook his head.
Westley patted him on the shoulder, "I was sorry to hear about that. Fezzik was a great man. I owe my life to the two of you. That's why I'm going to help you get your revenge."
"Maybe if we go deeper into the thieves' forest, we can find some men with a grudge against Humperdink, and then they can join us to defeat him." Inigo suggested.
"Good Idea," Westley re-mounted his horse, helping Inigo to get on behind him. They began to ride off, but something distracted Westley out of the corner of his eye.
A carriage was being pulled through the forest with a prisoner in it. This wasn't an odd occurrence, it was the thieves' forest after all, but something was odd about this prisoner. Westley made the horse move closer for a better look. He was able to see the features close enough to know she was woman with autumn colored hair. When she turned towards him, he realized the awful truth.
"That bastard has Buttercup!" Westley exclaimed.
"After them!" Inigo shouted.
The horse's hooves pounded the earth like thunder. The carriage had already made good time and was quite far ahead of them. Westley didn't care. He wasn't going to let this happen again. His eyes were locked on the carriage and nothing could tear them away. Finally he came up a couple feet behind them.
"WESTLEY, SAVE ME!" Buttercup demanded.
"I'm trying, love, believe me." Westley told her.
One of the guards began throwing objects at him. It didn't phase Westley one bit. Westley and Inigo got ready to jump onto the carriage. Before they had a chance, the guard threw his flaming torch at the horse. The horse reared in fright, sending the two men flying to the ground.
Westley watched as the carriage made its escape.
"Dammit!" Inigo cursed.
"Come quick, we're going to storm the castle ourselves." Westley said.
"Are you sure?" Inigo asked.
"Positive." Westley said.
After calming the horse, the two men set off again, blazing through the forest at the speed of light. It took them no time to reach the castle gates which were inconceivably unguarded.
Westley and Inigo cautiously dismounted.
"Something's not right here." Westley stated.
They listened. Nothing.
"They're probably waiting right behind the door." Inigo suggested.
"Right, we better get ready to fight." Westley replied. Inigo nodded.
Westley and Inigo ran into the doors, in an attempt to break them open. They were unlocked, causing the two to face plant onto the floor.
"That seems unnatural," Inigo said.
"Indeed," Westley agreed, rubbing his nose. "Why aren't they trying to stop us?"
"Maybe they're trying to ambush us. Perhaps we should make a run for it?" Inigo suggested.
Westley shrugged. Without warning, they bolted up the stairs to find Humperdink waiting with a dozen guards.
"Greetings gentlemen," Humperdink smirked.
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Once Westley and Inigo had managed to escape to the thieves' forest, they began to devise a plan. Inigo still wanted his revenge against Humperdink, but he couldn't do it alone.
"We need more people," Westley stated.
"No kidding, if only we had Fezzik..." Inigo shook his head.
Westley patted him on the shoulder, "I was sorry to hear about that. Fezzik was a great man. I owe my life to the two of you. That's why I'm going to help you get your revenge."
"Maybe if we go deeper into the thieves' forest, we can find some men with a grudge against Humperdink, and then they can join us to defeat him." Inigo suggested.
"Good Idea," Westley re-mounted his horse, helping Inigo to get on behind him. They began to ride off, but something distracted Westley out of the corner of his eye.
A carriage was being pulled through the forest with a prisoner in it. This wasn't an odd occurrence, it was the thieves' forest after all, but something was odd about this prisoner. Westley made the horse move closer for a better look. He was able to see the features close enough to know she was woman with autumn colored hair. When she turned towards him, he realized the awful truth.
"That bastard has Buttercup!" Westley exclaimed.
"After them!" Inigo shouted.
The horse's hooves pounded the earth like thunder. The carriage had already made good time and was quite far ahead of them. Westley didn't care. He wasn't going to let this happen again. His eyes were locked on the carriage and nothing could tear them away. Finally he came up a couple feet behind them.
"WESTLEY, SAVE ME!" Buttercup demanded.
"I'm trying, love, believe me." Westley told her.
One of the guards began throwing objects at him. It didn't phase Westley one bit. Westley and Inigo got ready to jump onto the carriage. Before they had a chance, the guard threw his flaming torch at the horse. The horse reared in fright, sending the two men flying to the ground.
Westley watched as the carriage made its escape.
"Dammit!" Inigo cursed.
"Come quick, we're going to storm the castle ourselves." Westley said.
"Are you sure?" Inigo asked.
"Positive." Westley said.
After calming the horse, the two men set off again, blazing through the forest at the speed of light. It took them no time to reach the castle gates which were inconceivably unguarded.
Westley and Inigo cautiously dismounted.
"Something's not right here." Westley stated.
They listened. Nothing.
"They're probably waiting right behind the door." Inigo suggested.
"Right, we better get ready to fight." Westley replied. Inigo nodded.
Westley and Inigo ran into the doors, in an attempt to break them open. They were unlocked, causing the two to face plant onto the floor.
"That seems unnatural," Inigo said.
"Indeed," Westley agreed, rubbing his nose. "Why aren't they trying to stop us?"
"Maybe they're trying to ambush us. Perhaps we should make a run for it?" Inigo suggested.
Westley shrugged. Without warning, they bolted up the stairs to find Humperdink waiting with a dozen guards.
"Greetings gentlemen," Humperdink smirked.