When I woke up, it took me awhile to figure out where I was and what had happened. I wasn't in a car anymore. Instead I was lying in the floor of something else that moved. I moved to a sitting position and looked around. From the movement and the sound of the engine, it was clear that I was in a plane. I had no idea how long I had been out, nor did I know what day it was or anything. I struggled to grab hold of one of the nearby windows and pulled myself up to where I could see out. To my amazement, a whole city was under us. I stood there a minute and awed over the sight of the many lights and buildings. Then my eyes caught sight of something else, something very familiar.
"I'm being taken to Paris." I whispered to myself at seeing the wondrous sight of the Eiffel Tower in the distant as the plane circled around. That alone answered all of my questions. The Merovingian must be the one behind all of this. The Twins had told me that he was out to get me and that he was on his way to Paris.
They were right so far.
A chill ran down my back at everything that was happening. Here I was thousands of miles away from my home town and separated from the Twins. I was going to have to find a way to keep myself alive until the Twins could find me. I sighed to myself and wondered what the Merovingian was up to. This was already becoming way too serious. I'd have to do something and do something fast. Although I'd have to plan what I was going to do now, then wait and do it after the plane landed. I couldn't risk putting myself in danger. If I did anything now that would upset everyone including the pilot, the whole plane would crash.
Slowly, I inched my way over to the door that undoubtedly led to the cockpit and carefully peeked out the door's window at who was flying the plane. There were several men sitting around in the four seats. Two of them I knew were Cain and Abel, but the others I didn't quite know, although I had seen them before. They were the ones who had grabbed me and kidnapped me. The guy at the controls had slicked back brown hair that came to a ponytail in the very back of his head, down close to the nape of his neck. He was dressed in an outfit similar to the Twins', but it was totally black, tie and all. He turned once to look at his copilot then pointed back in my direction before they all started laughing. I shuddered to think about what they were saying because I knew it was about me, and from the way it looked it didn't look too good. One thing puzzled me though. The Merovingian wasn't even on the plane. I took it that he was in Paris waiting for his goons to deliver me.
It was then that I started to take action. Soon we'd be landing and I needed a little time to prepare for my escape. First I looked over the door. Good it opened the opposite way, meaning that it opened toward the individual on the other side rather than opening towards me. After looking over the door and finding that out, I softly walked over, careful not to make any sudden noise, to my backpack and opened one of the pockets on the outside. I thumbed around for a few minutes, and then dragged out a wad of string. I took it, tied one end in a loop and placed it over a small nail that was sticking out on one side of the door, near the floor. I took the string and pulled it tight across the door and tied the other end in a loop and did the same thing to it. Taking my razor out of my pocket, I sliced off what string I didn't need and stuffed it in my jeans pocket, along with my razor. Now all I had to do was wait until the plane landed.
A few minutes passed before the plane finally came to a halt on the ground. I grabbed my pack and held it close and readied myself for the action that was soon to follow. I heard a great deal of talking coming from behind the door in front of me, and then I saw the form of a face appear in the window. The door clicked and started to open. Every muscle in my body tensed. I prepared myself and hoped that my trick would work. Before I knew it, the door had fully opened to reveal the guy that had been flying the plane. With a wicked grin on his face, he fixed his eyes on me for a few seconds, and then proceeded to walk into the cargo bay and toward me. It all happened so fast that I barely had time to think much less take action. Just as I had planned it, the guy took a tumble when his feet got tangled in the string I had strung across the bottom part of the doorway. His huge bulky figure fell in front of me, filling up the rest of what little space made up the cargo bay. I quickly jumped on top of him, using him as a bridge to make it out and into the cockpit. Dodging my way through the seats, I finally made it out of the plane and ran for my life, not bothering to look back to see if I was being followed or not. I ran for awhile, although it was confusing trying to find my way out of an airport that had signs written only in French, especially since I couldn't speak or read French. I stopped for a few minutes to catch my breath and also to see where exactly I was. My first thought was trying to find anything that looked like an exit.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of running. I turned to see the Mero's goons running in my direction, and coming up fast. I took off running again, this time going down a hall on my left. In the middle of running, up ahead I looked to the right to see the ladies restroom. I could always run in there and they couldn't follow, but it was too risky. It was a perfect place to get cornered in. They might not be able to follow me in, but there was no law saying they couldn't wait outside for me until I came out. Bypassing that thought, I kept on running until I came to the end of the hall and started to turn another left only to run smack dab into...
"The Merovingian!" I literally almost screamed out loud after looking up to see who I had ran into.
"Miss Merryweather." The Mero evilly said. "What an unexpected surprise."
"I bet!" I scowled.
"How may I be of service to you?"
"Don't play cool with me, Merv, I know what your plan is. The Twins told me all about it." I crossed my arms.
"They did, did they?" The Mero shook his head in a pity way. "I'll have to do something about those two. They're forever ruining my plans."
"Touch them and you die!" I gritted my teeth and scowled harder.
"Temper, temper, Miss Merryweather. We don't want you getting agitated now do we?" The Mero looked behind me and smiled. Calmly and slowly, I turned my head to see Cain and Abel standing right behind me, guns pointed at my back. I smiled and started to giggle a little, then my giggling turned into a full blown laugh. I laughed for a few seconds, looking at the Mero's perplexed expression in between my laughing.
"What is so funny?" He sternly said.
"You!" I got out before laughing more. The Mero looked at Cain and Abel and shrugged his shoulders at them.
"Me?"
"Yes, you!" I stopped laughing and looked the Mero straight in the eyes. "You think you're so powerful, but yet you have to have these dweebs to help do your dirty work."
Cain and Abel exchanged glances with each other, and then raised their guns a little more.
"Why don't you just shoot me now and get it over with?" I turned to Cain and Abel. They both looked positively confused. "Well? Go ahead! Do it! What's the matter? Scared that the airport security guards will hear it?"
I turned back around to the Merovingian and smiled.
"Pretty tough talk for a girl." He calmly and coldly said in his French accent.
"I'm not afraid of you." I squinted my eyes at him. "In fact I'm more afraid of my dirty laundry than I am of you!"
The Mero's eyebrows rose.
"Well, we'll see about that!" The Mero snapped his fingers and out from behind him came the ponytail guy and the other guy that had been in the copilot's seat. The ponytail guy raised his hand and a white cloth to my mouth and nose.
"I'm being taken to Paris." I whispered to myself at seeing the wondrous sight of the Eiffel Tower in the distant as the plane circled around. That alone answered all of my questions. The Merovingian must be the one behind all of this. The Twins had told me that he was out to get me and that he was on his way to Paris.
They were right so far.
A chill ran down my back at everything that was happening. Here I was thousands of miles away from my home town and separated from the Twins. I was going to have to find a way to keep myself alive until the Twins could find me. I sighed to myself and wondered what the Merovingian was up to. This was already becoming way too serious. I'd have to do something and do something fast. Although I'd have to plan what I was going to do now, then wait and do it after the plane landed. I couldn't risk putting myself in danger. If I did anything now that would upset everyone including the pilot, the whole plane would crash.
Slowly, I inched my way over to the door that undoubtedly led to the cockpit and carefully peeked out the door's window at who was flying the plane. There were several men sitting around in the four seats. Two of them I knew were Cain and Abel, but the others I didn't quite know, although I had seen them before. They were the ones who had grabbed me and kidnapped me. The guy at the controls had slicked back brown hair that came to a ponytail in the very back of his head, down close to the nape of his neck. He was dressed in an outfit similar to the Twins', but it was totally black, tie and all. He turned once to look at his copilot then pointed back in my direction before they all started laughing. I shuddered to think about what they were saying because I knew it was about me, and from the way it looked it didn't look too good. One thing puzzled me though. The Merovingian wasn't even on the plane. I took it that he was in Paris waiting for his goons to deliver me.
It was then that I started to take action. Soon we'd be landing and I needed a little time to prepare for my escape. First I looked over the door. Good it opened the opposite way, meaning that it opened toward the individual on the other side rather than opening towards me. After looking over the door and finding that out, I softly walked over, careful not to make any sudden noise, to my backpack and opened one of the pockets on the outside. I thumbed around for a few minutes, and then dragged out a wad of string. I took it, tied one end in a loop and placed it over a small nail that was sticking out on one side of the door, near the floor. I took the string and pulled it tight across the door and tied the other end in a loop and did the same thing to it. Taking my razor out of my pocket, I sliced off what string I didn't need and stuffed it in my jeans pocket, along with my razor. Now all I had to do was wait until the plane landed.
A few minutes passed before the plane finally came to a halt on the ground. I grabbed my pack and held it close and readied myself for the action that was soon to follow. I heard a great deal of talking coming from behind the door in front of me, and then I saw the form of a face appear in the window. The door clicked and started to open. Every muscle in my body tensed. I prepared myself and hoped that my trick would work. Before I knew it, the door had fully opened to reveal the guy that had been flying the plane. With a wicked grin on his face, he fixed his eyes on me for a few seconds, and then proceeded to walk into the cargo bay and toward me. It all happened so fast that I barely had time to think much less take action. Just as I had planned it, the guy took a tumble when his feet got tangled in the string I had strung across the bottom part of the doorway. His huge bulky figure fell in front of me, filling up the rest of what little space made up the cargo bay. I quickly jumped on top of him, using him as a bridge to make it out and into the cockpit. Dodging my way through the seats, I finally made it out of the plane and ran for my life, not bothering to look back to see if I was being followed or not. I ran for awhile, although it was confusing trying to find my way out of an airport that had signs written only in French, especially since I couldn't speak or read French. I stopped for a few minutes to catch my breath and also to see where exactly I was. My first thought was trying to find anything that looked like an exit.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of running. I turned to see the Mero's goons running in my direction, and coming up fast. I took off running again, this time going down a hall on my left. In the middle of running, up ahead I looked to the right to see the ladies restroom. I could always run in there and they couldn't follow, but it was too risky. It was a perfect place to get cornered in. They might not be able to follow me in, but there was no law saying they couldn't wait outside for me until I came out. Bypassing that thought, I kept on running until I came to the end of the hall and started to turn another left only to run smack dab into...
"The Merovingian!" I literally almost screamed out loud after looking up to see who I had ran into.
"Miss Merryweather." The Mero evilly said. "What an unexpected surprise."
"I bet!" I scowled.
"How may I be of service to you?"
"Don't play cool with me, Merv, I know what your plan is. The Twins told me all about it." I crossed my arms.
"They did, did they?" The Mero shook his head in a pity way. "I'll have to do something about those two. They're forever ruining my plans."
"Touch them and you die!" I gritted my teeth and scowled harder.
"Temper, temper, Miss Merryweather. We don't want you getting agitated now do we?" The Mero looked behind me and smiled. Calmly and slowly, I turned my head to see Cain and Abel standing right behind me, guns pointed at my back. I smiled and started to giggle a little, then my giggling turned into a full blown laugh. I laughed for a few seconds, looking at the Mero's perplexed expression in between my laughing.
"What is so funny?" He sternly said.
"You!" I got out before laughing more. The Mero looked at Cain and Abel and shrugged his shoulders at them.
"Me?"
"Yes, you!" I stopped laughing and looked the Mero straight in the eyes. "You think you're so powerful, but yet you have to have these dweebs to help do your dirty work."
Cain and Abel exchanged glances with each other, and then raised their guns a little more.
"Why don't you just shoot me now and get it over with?" I turned to Cain and Abel. They both looked positively confused. "Well? Go ahead! Do it! What's the matter? Scared that the airport security guards will hear it?"
I turned back around to the Merovingian and smiled.
"Pretty tough talk for a girl." He calmly and coldly said in his French accent.
"I'm not afraid of you." I squinted my eyes at him. "In fact I'm more afraid of my dirty laundry than I am of you!"
The Mero's eyebrows rose.
"Well, we'll see about that!" The Mero snapped his fingers and out from behind him came the ponytail guy and the other guy that had been in the copilot's seat. The ponytail guy raised his hand and a white cloth to my mouth and nose.