"Damn you," Dominique said, "And damn your servants."
"Oh, I don't know," said Anne, as Lumiere walked behind her and began to rub her shoulders, "This one doesn't seem too bad." She giggled.
"He is also," snapped a voice, "Very taken." In walked a maid with long brown hair and a very angry look on her face. "I remember YOU," she continued, "That girl who was in the castle the night that…" She looked around and saw warning glances from the others. "Uh, the night that you came to the castle."
"That's beside the point!" cried Dominique, "The point is, we want answers. What REALLY happened to Gaston? Who killed him?" Belle sighed.
"Gaston died by accident," she said quietly.
"Then why didn't you check to see if he was still alive?" Dominique raged, "He was lying there for like fifteen minutes, just LYING there, while I got LeFou! If I hadn't have had that mirror to show me where LeFou was, I would have been wandering around forever while Gaston died alone! But did you care? No! You'd rather live happily ever after with your PRINCE and your CARRIAGE and your ENCHANTED castle with goddamned evil objects that attack defenseless beautiful women!"
"Wait, did someone say beautiful women?" quipped Lumiere. Dominique rolled her eyes.
"Where ARE those objects, anyway?" she continued, "I'd like to grate that cheesegrater right back!" One of the cooks looked rather terrified at this and scurried away.
"Uh, they're not here," stammered Lumiere, "And I suggest that you decide right now – stay for the wedding or leave!"
"We're not leaving," snapped Dominique, "Until we get answers about Gaston."
"I've TOLD you what happened to Gaston," Belle said angrily.
"And now," the Prince furiously declared, "I will have you escorted out. Jacques? Jean-Claude?" Two men appeared in the doorway. "Escort all of these people out."
"I won't leave!" I spoke up, "I'm willing to shoot." I lifted Gaston's gun up shakily and used both my hands to support it. "One or the both of you are murderers! And I'll get revenge for Gast…" I was cut off as one of the two men snatched the rifle from my hand. Unarmed and in a situation where I didn't feel I could move any way, I looked up at the row of servants and burst into tears. "Gaston!" I wailed. Dominique looked at me disgustedly but sympathetically. The other two girls just looked confused. The Prince gestured towards me and nodded as the two men grabbed my arms and hauled me up. He then poked his thumb at D'Arque, who proved to be a tougher catch. He had been nearly silent throughout our confrontation, but as Lumiere and a few other servants moved in to grab his arms, he pulled them out of the way and stood up to them.
Although D'Arque was not as tall as Lumiere, he was almost as tall as Gaston (though much thinner), and when standing toe to toe with the servant he proved ample competition.
"I would suggest you take your hands away from me," D'Arque snapped. "I wasn't afraid of losing an eye, so what makes me think I'll be afraid of you?"
The other servants commenced picking me up and throwing me out of the castle as D'Arque and Lumiere began to fist-fight. Eventually, Lumiere gained the upper-hand, and as I was still fighting against the servants outside the door I saw him chase D'Arque out with a lit candle. The girls rushed out a few moments later, being tailed by several others.
"Leave and do not come back!" snapped the Prince from inside the castle. The door WHOOPED shut, and we were left out in the ditches yet again. I sighed.
"Well," Anne said, sighing, "We tried."
"We can't give up that easily!" Dominique exclaimed, "We'll find some way… We'll do something. We'll just wait. We'll wait until Belle and her Prince least expect it. And then we'll get them back. But this time, we'll plan it out to the T. Let's go back to town."