A/N- This time it was 11:15 when the evil plot bunny struck.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters you recognize.
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Revenge. That was the only word in his mind.
He no longer despised just the mage. Now it was the female too. She had broken his nose numerous times (who in there right mind would do that?) and kicked and punched him in places he didn't know he had.
She had ruined his honor and style beyond recognition. She would pay dearly.
The Peacock looked at his surroundings. He was in a dark chamber with one lone window at the top of the room. He was in a small tower, one that was used for holding petty criminals.
He was dressed finely, so finely that you would think he didn't belong there. He wanted out. The Peacock knew that if he waited there, he would be tried and convicted of would-be kidnap and harassment. Now, how to escape. He stood on his one small bench, and if he reached high enough, he could reach the window. There was a small but useful lock on it.
He jumped back down onto the dirt-covered floor. He had to break the lock. To do that, he needed something thin and hard.
As he paced the floor, something hit the floor with a soft pang. Investigating, he found it was a small pin used when ladies tie up their hair. It had gotten caught in the folds of his blue-green fabric.
How did that get there? He wondered.
He climbed the bench, once again. He took the pin and inserted it into the lock. There weren't any spells on it.
How idiotic he thought cockily. They didn't put a spell on it. But, no chamber can hold the great Perin!
Actually, the palace guards decided they didn't need a spell on the lock since it would be impossible to have something to break the lock with. And, the window went outside, meaning the captive would drop to their death.
The Peacock took the pin and twisted it, until he could hear the tumblers falling into place. The lock fell off.
From hear all he had to do was grab the window covering and yank it off. Instead of falling inwards, it fell the opposite way.
Free he thought. He hoisted himself up to the window. He barely made it through.
He went headfirst, which was extremely stupid. He fell through the window.
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It was a fifteen-foot drop, and luckily for Pacock he landed in the soft snow. He had flipped over, and had landed in the perfect position. He had survived, and one thing was on his mind.
Revenge.
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A/N- Please don't kill me for letting the Peacock survive. I need a plot!
