Across the Plains
The Three Burritos
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia...
Warnings: None, unless you hate entertaining cheesieness! YAHOO!
Lloyd smiled at the shocked faces of the townspeople. He was their biggest annoyance, and yet he kept coming back. One nearby man was loading the barrel of his revolver and he eyed Lloyd suspiciously. After loading, the man stuck the gun back in its holster. He thought that even if he did shoot Lloyd, he wouldn't die.
Lloyd bound up to Kratos, as if he were a lost puppy. He pulled a short knife from the inside of his boot, and knelt down behind Kratos. Lloyd quickly sliced through the binds that were holding his father. Kratos stood up and rubbed the red mark around his wrists which were now raw.
"What are you doing here Lloyd?" Kratos asked sternly, looking down at his son. Lloyd looked up at him and smiled with a big goofy grin.
"I came to rescue you!" Lloyd replied in a joyful manner.
Kratos looked around him and then back at Lloyd. "Really? Good job." He said sarcastically.
Lloyd took it as a compliment until he realized what was going on. They had been surrounded by the members of the town. All of them held a type of weapon in their hands. One woman was even holding her shaved poodle in a defensive position, as if she was ready to throw it at them. Lloyd chuckled and grinned up at his father.
"This is not my son. I do not know him." Kratos thought to himself silently.
"Well, now that your annoying son has come back, we can just kill you both." The new Sheriff said coldly to them. The townspeople murmurred in agreement.
"What do you plan to do now Lloyd?" Kratos asked. "You're supposed to rescue me, so I suggest you hurry up and do so."
The grin disappeared from Lloyd's face and he looked frantically up at Kratos. It figured. He had only though about rescuing his father at the time when he had entered Iselia. He hadn't thought about how he was going to do it. Maybe it was something that ran in the family, along with stubborness. Suddenly, Kratos was filled up with guilt as he looked into the frightened eyes of his son. For some reason, he felt as if he was at fault. Most would say he was. But they didn't know the truth about him. Not even his own son knew about his secret identity and where he had to go during such times. Kratos sighed, and decided to accept his fate.
The Sheriff walked up to both of them and held his gun at Kratos' head.
"This time, there will be no mistakes." He said excitedly.
Before the Sheriff could pull the trigger, a lasso came down and wrapped around Kratos and Lloyd. Just as the Sheriff pulled the trigger, Kratos and Lloyd were yanked backwards onto the ground and were dragged a couple feet away. The Sheriff cursed loudly and tossed his revolver, hitting an innocent standerby in the head.
"That's not how it was suppossed to work out." A confused voice said from above all of them.
Everyone looked up, and ontop of the saloon stood a tall man. His long red hair fell to the bottom of his back and curled slightly at the end. He had a pink hat settled ontop of his head, and he wore a pink vest with no shirt underneath it, black pants, and pink boots with white roses embedded on the toes.
He looked down at the rope he was holding in his hand and then looked over at Kratos and Lloyd who were caught up in the other end of it.
"Who the hell are you!" The Sheriff demanded angrily.
"I'm the man with no name." He replied. "But you can call me Zelos."
A few women in the crowd fainted as they heard his name. The Sheriff yanked a gun out of another man's hand and pointed it at Zelos. "Get out of my town!"
"Your town? The last time I checked this was the handsome Kratos' town." Zelos replied. "Hey buddy!" He yelled waving at Kratos who was struggling to get out of the lasso.
"Zelos, get Lloyd and I out of this." Kratos demanded.
"Just gimme a sec. This ugly guy has a real temper!" Zelos replied.
Zelos dropped down from the roof of the saloon and landed ontop of the Sheriff. The Sheriff collapsed under the weight of Zelos, and his face landed in a steaming pile of horse dung. He screamed in agony as Zelos stood up and dusted himself off.
Zelos walked over to Lloyd and Kratos and pulled the lasso off of them. "Sorry guys. I was aiming at the ugly guy, and I was going to try to pull him away from you. This seems to have worked out though."
A few of the Sheriff's deputies ran over and tried to capture the three. Kratos, Zelos, and Lloyd each pulled out two revolvers and pointed them at the deputies.
"I would not do that if I were you." Kratos suggested. He stared at the deputies with an evil glint in his eye.
The deputies backed away from them, and decided to help the Sheriff instead. He was still face down in the pile of dung. His deputies pulled him up to his feet. The Sheriff pulled one of them closer to him and wiped his face on the man's uniform. After getting most of the dung off, he pointed a shaky finger at the trio.
"Just who the hell do you think you are?" He yelled at them.
Zelos put his arms around Kratos and Lloyd, smiling at the Sheriff. "Well, you know our names. All three of us are trouble makers. But together we are... The Three Burritos!"
Author's Note: I know this is incredibly stupid, but I think it's funny. I'm trying to make fun of the famous western type of people. In this case, the Three Amigos. I like adding my own style to things though. And Zelos is supposed to be The Man With No Name that Clint Eastwood plays in those old movies. I know they mentioned his name once on a gravestone, but I don't remember it. Just wait till you find out who Kratos and Lloyd are.