A/N: So since I am pretty sure that you readers are more interested in the story rather than the notes, I will make this short. On the bottom, Mary Russell quotes from a famous playwright, can you guess who? I will review in next chapter! You might have noticed that I change point of views… well I do that to get the story out better…I am sure… well it feels better writing in different pov's!
Disclaimer: I am writing a disclaimer because I do not own the characters!
Chapter Six:
When I finally reached my home, it was about eight o clock.
That man led me around for approximately 13 hours! In the cold!
How dare he! In addition to that, he ridiculed me! A young man! I highly disagree that it was my doing! Yes I was dressed in the manner of a man, however, not everything that "is so is so".
That inconceivable…
Then blackness.
When I woke up I was blindfolded. By whom?
"Where iz zeh book?" This man pronounced the word book like 'bohk'. He was so accented, I couldn't even tell what kind of accent it was. If you knew me then you would know that I was either not too awake yet, or that the accent was a fake. Although I wasn't upsee daisy, I knew that it was the latter.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. What book? And I demand to know why you locked away my vision!" Why does everyone want to know about this book? And why wasn't my hand tied? Does this person even have the knowledge of how to appropriately rob a person?
"Zeh book," he seems to hesitate, "you dumb zittle girl."
He seems to have no manners to speak of either.
"Well, it seems that I would not know of what book you speak of, since I CANT SEE!"
You might wonder at my sanity, when I am yelling at a man who is in my house and blindfolded me. He surely has the upper hand. But I am the one who is untied and has a handgun just a couple of inches away from me. What kind of idiot is this?
"Where iz zhe book?" He seems to think that repetition is the way to get an answer.
I think not.
I think I hear something. My door, breaking I'm sure…
Someone's breaking down my door! I have to do something! That door is very expensive!!
"I'm sure there's no need to… uh… use violence!" Surely the person breaking down the door would know that I am referring to him. (I am guessing it's a man, for a lady wouldn't try this.)
"What iz it you say girlie?" Darn it all!
And I hear my door crack and break.
I cursed and told him what place he could visit, mentally.
I also heard my 'captor' run for his life and voicing out the words that I had in my mind.
"Stop you fiend!"
Why was that voice so familiar?
My blindfold was lifted and who do I see, but charming Mr… the charming mister. I have to remember his name.
"Are you well Miss Russell?" He actually seemed concerned. But it was very hard to tell in the dark.
"You broke my door!"
"You were in trouble."
"I had the situation under control!" I took out the gun for his examination.
"I assure you, you sounded as if you were in danger."
"In danger of getting my door smashed to pieces! The man didn't even tie my hands up, for goodness sake!"
"You were the one yelling about violence and what not."
"I was referring to you, not to smash my precious door! Handmade by my deceased relative!"
"Well…"
"Well nothing, I thank you for attempting to save me, however, I am not a 'lady in distress' and I do not appreciate you smashing my belongings. So farewell."
"Alright then, fare thee well." He started to walk out of my apartment.
"Um… Excuse me, although I do not appreciate you killing my door to pieces I would like an explanation as to why I was being held captive and how you knew that I was."
"Well…" He turned around, and I spot a look on his face. I think of mischievousness. Mischievousness? On this man? How alarming! "It has to do with the certain book I asked for on the day we met. The one which you conveniently and I quote, "have not seen before."
"Oh! That book! I thought you were referring to another volume. Silly me."
Silly me indeed.
End of Chapter
A/N: Wowie, this chapter is longer than my other ones! SO please review!!!!