For some reason, this is Strangely popular among Columbians... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Reveiws:
Musicat: Unfortunately, the fluff will have to wait until next chapter.
Ivystorm: Yup! I didn't even know that until the two days before, when I was told we were having a break. Welp
Disclaimer: Egyptians do not trade slaves. I think.
Continued
Chapter 23: Escape
The boy examined me. I got my first clear look of him, and he was…..
✧。 (⋈ ＞◡＜)。✧ [Hot. Incredibly hot]
"What is your name?" He asked.
"Rosetail." I responded.
He continued as I repeatedly thought, "Why did I tell him the truth, Why did I tell him the truth?"
"Who do you align with?" He stared at me.
"The British Commonwealth." I stared back.
He faltered for a bit.
[I do owe the brits...] (o_o )
"Why are you here." He turned around, and concealed his face from me.
"To free the people from your Kittypet regime." I responded.
"..."
"Are you going to let me go, or kill me?" I asked.
He sighed, and pulled out a pocket knife with a hand.
Well this was a mistake.
He turned around and walked towards me.
I tempted fate did I? Arghhhh, Please don't get offended, Pleas-
He began to cut the ropes.
"I owe a favor to the United Kingdom." He said as he cut through the ropes binding me to the chair, "What is your name?"
I was tempted to say, "You already asked that.", but I should probably not push it.
"Rosetail." I said, wriggling my white arms as blood began to rush to it.
"Jake." He handed me a knife. "Follow me, I am going to get you out."
"Yes sir." I said back.
He sighed, "Just go with what I say."
"Okay." I said back.
He took out handcuffs, and with a speedy sleight of hand, my hands were tied up again. I opened my mouth to complain, but he put his hand and muffed me.
"I will get you out, just stick with it." He muttered, grabbing a piece of rope, and tying it to the handcuffs.
Great. I am literary being lead like a puppy on a leash.
We passed the first corner, and two men greeted Jake.
"Jake! Whatcha going to do with her?" One man asked.
"Sell her on the market." Jake said, nonchalantly.
"Will yo-" He began.
"400 pounds." Jake pulled me along.
"Fine..." The man sighed.
Once out of earshot, I hissed, "What in the dark forest is wrong with these people?!"
"Egypt isn't as pretty as it seems" Jake explained to me.
We neared a corner, and I saw a light at the end of tunnel.
Fuzzypelt POV:
"Fuzzypelt, We have to go!" Goosefeather yelled from across the street, his overcoat waving behind him as always. It surprises me that he even brings it to one of the hottest places in earth.
( - -) [I mean, We're literally at the equator...]
"She has to be near here!" I yelled back, fully knowing that she wouldn't be here. I had to hope.
Somehow.
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Goosefeather sighed.
"Bluefur, Thrushpelt, Let me talk to Fuzzypelt alone." Goosefeather asked.
"Okay." Bluefur shrugged.
"Fine by me." Thrushpelt began walking off.
Once out of ear range, Goosefeather sat down on the concrete next to me.
"What do you want to talk about?" I preemptively asked.
"Listen. I know how you feel. When I was your age, I had plenty of girl problems. Let me tell you, it's not going to get better if you just wish. You always have to keep moving forwards no matter how tough it can be." He explained.
[Is he asking me to give up?]
Goosefeather bit his lips as if he said something wrong, which he did.
"Just so you don't perceive it wrong, I am asking you to make a move." He clarified.
"How do you know what to do?", I snapped, "It's probably been ages since you had a girlfriend. All you're doing is living in the past. You tell us so many stories about your past and everything, but you never focus on the future! What are you hiding?"
The words visibly hurt Goosefeather.
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Did I go too far?
"Fuzzypelt. I let my girlfriend slip in between my fingers. One day, we were infatuated. The next, she's gone, and with the enemy. I'll give you some advice. Always keep an eye on Rosetail. If you don't confess soon, she'll be gone by Christmas." Goosefeather sighed.
"They said the same thing about the Great war!" Was on my lips, but I managed to stop myself. However, I sincerely doubt Goosefeather's statement. Who else would Rosetail fancy? Thrushpelt?
"Just make your move soon, okay?" Goosefeather pulled me up. "I would hate to see your relationship die off."
"Okay." I responded.
Rosetail's POV:
We managed to walk out of the catacomb without being further questioned. Jake, bless his looks, was quite a smooth talker. We even got to borrow a jeep to ride into Cairo.
( ु⁎ᴗ_ᴗ⁎)ु.｡oO [Perhaps I could convince him to join...]
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I doubt they would say yes, though.
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Jake backed up into a small alley, "Do you where you want to go, Rosetail?"
That was a good question.
I could go to the frontline.
Or to a random embassy.
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(*´ ˘ `*).｡oO [Maybe I could talk with Jake for the time being]
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I got out of the car, and saw Jake looking at the sky. I swear he has an obsession with the sky. But he's SOOO HOT. That TAN though...
"Come on." Jake said, snapping me out of the daydream. He re-tied a rope to my handcuffs and pulled me along.
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I stumbled as his bizarre gait pulled my tied up arms in ecentric directions.
"Can you not?" I whined, tired of tripping every few seconds.
"Do your friends ever complain about your fussiness?" Jake retorted.
(Chapter 7 flashback)
"I have dealt with poor manners, had to sit through detention due to thrushpelt bias alibis, and plenty of other mouse dung. I don't give a FOX DUNG about your FOX DUNGY PROBLEMS!" I yelled with the fury of the dark forest.
I glared with intense ferocity. [I had protected the Status Quo, and taught manners! And I got DETENTION?!]
"Woah, don't drop the F-bomb." Fuzzypelt said, sarcastically. [OH THAT MOCKING FOXHEART]
"What are you going to do about it, huh?!" I stared with complete disdain.
"Has anybody told you you're extremely whiny?" Fuzzypelt huffed. [YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO INSULT ME?]
"There's a coaster right here. Do you have anything to say, Hmmm?!" I snapped.
"I will take silence as a yes." Jake concluded.
"I am not whiny!" I defended.
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Jake didn't responded.
"What? Are you to-" I began, hotly.
"Quite. Guards nearby." Jake clamped his hand over my mouth.
[This boy…]
"Who are you?" A man asked, walking over to the alley way we were sneaking through.
"I am a member of the Palestine Caliphate." Jake returned.
"What are you doing here with a slave? You will get caught soon. However lenient the Egyptian government is, I would suggest you do not enter this area so…. Open." The man warned.
"I know, it's my first time. I'll be more careful." Jake said.
"I'll keep a blind eye. Just be warned, If you were to encounter more strict guards, she would be confestacated." The man warned, and then turned the corner.
"Again, what is wrong with these men?" I asked as the man disappeared into the street..
"I've saved your life multiple times in a day. Do you still think all kittypets are bad?" He asked, walking behind a building.
"Well, You're …. Young. You haven't been affected by the kittypet culture."
"I'm sensing to see that my peers were right." He sighed.
"Hmm?", I questioned, "Right about what?"
"Brits."
Before I could protest, Jake took out a key.
"This is the key to release you." Jake unlocked the cuffs on my hands. "There is an American embassy down the road. You could hide in there until the war is over, and the British embassy opens again."
"Wait, I thought I would have to get a blacksmith to get these off?" I asked. Then it hit me.
"Did you have the key the entire time?"
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"..."
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"Why didn't you let me off earlier you bloody prick?" I shouted.
"Because, I didn't want to see you go." Jake looked at me.
(*' ◯' *) [Waaaaaaaaaaaaaait. Does he fancy me?]
He continued, "I've always wanted the answers. I got so close when we mistakened a stranded group of British commandos as Nazis. But they had to leave so soon. I figured that perhaps you would give me answers. Plus, you're pretty hot."
( _ _) [And the fact that you would not survive]
[Did Jake just call me HOT?] Σ░(꒪◊꒪ ))))
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A prolonged silence ended the conversation.
"You should probably go." Jake told me.
I decided on a whim to do something that I was sworn not to do:
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I wrote down the secret base's location on a tissue.
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I handed the "Business card" to him. "If you ever come by Berlin, visit us. Say, 'I heard the bathroom rails are pretty good' to the clerk. He will help you."
Jake was stunned, "You're german?"
"I would tell you about it, but I have to go to the embassy."
"Send Bluefur and Fuzzypelt my regards." He said, leaving me flummoxed.
-Sometime later-
Goosefeather looked around the ruins, his eyes darting around the bricks. The night sky and the crickets calm chirping drowsed the man, but he stayed aware the entire time, knowing who he was going to confront. His overcoat gleamed in the full moon.
A woman majestically landed behind him, alerting Goosefeather of her approach.
"You named them after us." The woman dropped down. "Are you still clinging on?"
"Don't touch them." Goosefeather responded, staring at the wall.
"Goosey, Face me please. It's pretty rude to do so otherwise." The woman smirked.
"Mapleshade, do not bring her into this." Goosefeather warned.
Mapleshade paid no attention.
"Who's her?" She asked, amused.
Goosefeather scowled, "You know who she is."
"Is the guilt still tripping poor Goosey up? Perhaps you should have joined us." Mapleshade spoke with a condescending voice.
"Shut up, Maple." Goosefeather warned, reaching for his pocket. "You're just bitter."
Mapleshade bit her lip and then changed the subject, "You know what I want to do. Why are you stopping me?"
"It's for the sake of humanity." Goosefeather pulled out a gadget from his coat. "It was her will."
"I don't think that's what she would have wanted. Even so, We both know I'll win. Perhaps your knowledge of the future confirms it." Mapleshade walked out of the ruins.
"We'll see about that." Goosefeather muttered.
For reference, Jake is that guy from chapter 16. Not allot of you would care, but I'm just throwing that out there...
Anyways, Prepare to be fluffed!
See you next week!