Author's Note:
All right well as always I'm starting off with an apology. I have been spelling two of the character's names wrong. And I have to thank Danigrebel for pointing this out. I was spelling Westley, Wesley and Inigo, Indigo. So I'm really sorry about that and thank you Danigrebel so much for pointing it out. I changed them for this chapter and I will fix all the other chapters soon.At least I hope soon. My computers officialy broken and in the shop so I'm using a relatives computer to post this.
And now to thank reviewers to who I dedicate this chapter. They were teenstar113, enigmagirl2727 (as glad as I am that you finally wrote the third chapter you made me sound mean), Mikol, ReahX25, and of course Danigrebel. As always you all are great, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
Chapter #11
We all stared in shock as Count Rugen ran as fast as he could away from us. Then Inigo took off in pursuit after the six fingered man. Fezzik, Westley, and I exchanged stunned looks. Then with a shrug I ran after Inigo.
"Fezzik I need you," he shouted throwing himself into the locked door over and over again. With a sigh I began throwing my weight at the door as well but it still didn't budge.
"I can't leave him alone."
"He's getting away from me Fezzik," Inigo said in an unnaturally shrill voice, "please!" He kept slamming into the unmoving door. "Fezzik!" he shouted again.
"Inigo's killing himself," I shouted over my shoulder, "hurry! I'll stay with Westley."
"Ahh," Inigo yelled as if to emphasize my point. Fezzik arrived and I ran back down the hallway just in time to hear Buttercup's voice coming from a hall not to far away.
"I won't be seeing you again," she was telling someone, "since I'm killing myself once we reach the honeymoon suite." The person she was with mumbled a reply that didn't sound concerned and Westley's eyes widened in terror.
"Help me," he said trying to stand up.
"We have to wait for Fezzik," I pointed out but Westley was now attempting to crawl towards Buttercup's voice.
"Fine," I relented lifting him to his feet and leading him through the halls towards Buttercup's voice. We turned a corner and saw a door labeled, 'The Honeymoon Suite'. "In here," I pulled him in, "this is where they're heading." I brought him in and lay him down on the bed.
"Don't worry about me," he said, "I want to do this alone."
"Okay," I agreed and left, running to avoid running into Buttercup. When I got back to where Westley and I had left Fezzik it was deserted. I heard steps and looked over, expecting to see Fezzik or Inigo.
Instead Prince Humperdink, followed by three guards. Feeling a little apprehension I drew my knives, which I hadn't used yet. In my left hand I took the big one from my belt and in my right hand I grabbed the one in my left sleeve.
"And who are you?" The prince asked, not looking impressed that I could hold knives up.
"I'm helping to destroy you," I answered deciding that honesty was best, "you can't stop us."
"That remains to be seen," he sneered, "guards!" They surrounded me, swords drawn. I was scared but if my three friends were out there risking their lives then I might as well risk mine. I mean we all want to fit in right?
The first soldier swung his sword at my right arm. I blocked with the left knife and struck out with my right. He went down as the second brought his sword into the air, taking aim.
I was too far away for one of my knives to hit him, even though his sword could hit me. Panicking I threw the small knife in my right hand and it hit his stomach. As he went down I realized that this was actually a good stress reliever.
However, lost in my thoughts, I almost didn't notice the third swinging his sword at me. I threw myself out of the way, rolling on the ground. Before I straightened up I reached into my boot and pulled another knife. He swung his sword as if to chop me in half and I caught his sword by making an X with my two knives. He started to draw his sword back and I sliced at his hand. Blood spilled out of it and onto my hands and arms. Distracted by the pain he didn't see my knife coming at him until it was too late.
The three guards spread around me, I looked around for Prince Humperdink but he had slipped away during the fight. I was deciding which way he might have gone when I heard more footsteps. Before I could hide myself or run a figure stumbled around the corner and fell on the floor.
I gasped, recognizing Inigo and rushed over to help him up off the ground. His cloths were covered with blood which seemed to be coming from a deep wound in his stomach.
"Inigo," I panted dragging him up, "are you okay?"
"I have never been better," he informed me swaying on the spot, "this is the happiest day of my life."
"So you killed him?"
"Yes," he said with relish, "I killed him."
"Well," I said uncertainly, "congratulations. Do you know where Fezzik is?"
"I thought you two were going to stay together," Inigo answered and I rolled my eyes. How come our group kept getting spilt up or lost? I helped Inigo to walk and we made our way through the hallways.
"Make it as tight as you like," Westley was saying.
"Ow," we heard Prince Humperdink whine. Inigo and I exchanged grins and hurried towards the noise. Westley was still in the Honeymoon Suite, now joined by Buttercup who was tying up the Prince. But Fezzik was not there.
"Where's Fezzik?" Inigo asked.
"I thought he was with you," Westley answered and I groaned.
"No," Inigo told him.
"In that case-" He began but then began to sink weakly to the ground grabbing a table to secure himself.
"Help him," Inigo told Buttercup since he was injured and couldn't and I was busy holding a wounded Inigo up.
"Why would Westley," she said in confusion going over to her love, "need helping?"
"Because he has no strength," Inigo told her.
"He's been pretty dead most of the day."
"Mostly dead!" Inigo yelled.
"Hey," I said, "do you want me to help you stand or not?" He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything else.
"I knew it," Prince Humperdink cried, "I knew you were bluffing. I knew he was bluffing."
"Sure you did," I said in a sarcastic voice, "that's why you agreed to get tied up to a chair. How clever."
"Shall I," Inigo said scornfully looking down on the Prince, "dispatch him for you?"
"Thank you, no. Whatever happens to us," Westley answered, "I want him to live a long life. Alone with his cowardice."
"That's harsh," I told Westley, "good thinking."
"Inigo! Maggie!" A voice called from below and outside the window. "Inigo, Maggie, where are you!" The four of us rushed to open the window. Below we saw Fezzik holding five white horses.
"Oh," he said happily, "there you are. I saw the Prince's stables and there they were. Five white horses. And I thought," he said, "there are five of us. If we ever find the lady." He smiled seeing Buttercup, "Hello lady!" She waved at him and smiled. "So I took them with me, in case we ever bump into each other. I guess we just did."
"Fezzik," Inigo said shocked, "you did something right."
"Don't sound so surprised," I scolded him.
"Don't worry," he assured us, "I won't let it go to my head." Buttercup jumped out the window and Fezzik caught her gently. Westley motioned for Inigo to go next. He made as if to then stopped.
"You know," Inigo said turning to face us, "it's very strange. I've been in the revenge business so long, now that's it's over I don't know what to do with the rest of my life."
"Have you ever considered piracy?" Westley asked, "you'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts." Westley dropped out the window and Inigo looked after him thoughtfully. I helped him out the window then leapt out myself.
Together the five of us rode the five white horses. We went out the front gate and rode until the castle was way in the distance and the sun had begun to rise. Inigo, Fezzik, and I moved away to give the two lovers some space.
"I suppose," I said to Inigo, "that if you are going to become, The Dread Pirate Roberts, you're going to need the help of someone who knows how to sail a ship."
"I guess I will," he said smiling, "I just wonder where I'm going to find a first mate." He glanced over at Fezzik with a grin. "Know anyone who would be interested, Fezzik?"
"I know I would be interested," he said uncertainly.
"He meant you," I told him with a laugh, "they can't split us up."
And then I was falling through blackness. As if from another life I remembered how the whole think had started, and that it was all just a dream. I had actually forgoten that it was a dream. Then I woke up.
Author's Note (Again):
I will write one more chapter under this story, just to wrap it up and to introduce the next night's movie. Then I will start the next night as a whole new story. I'll probably call it: When You Break A TV Night #2. Thanks again for reading, I know it's taken a while.