Chapter 2

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Now I have a confession to make, I'm not a first English speakers, I'm French. This is one of my first fictions in English, there are two others; feel free to check them out, if you are into Stargate SG1 and Teen Wolf.

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The day after this commotion was an uneventful one, really. I kept on doing what I do best but nothing out of the ordinary happened. I was dressed as a man, a hat, a moustache and pretty fancy clothes. I wore a fake belly. People didn't pay attention to me. I was a man walking in the streets of Paris. Did I tell you that I have some friends who helped me sometimes? No, I didn't think so. Well, they are some streets boys without a home and parents. I took them in and I feed them. I also taught them how to steal. They are between fifteen and seven. My favourite one is the youngest one, his name is Charles. I call him "Mon petit Lord" or sometimes my little musketeer. He lost his parents when he was five. He lived with me since. He has a fair skin when he is clean and beautiful blond hair. Why my little musketeer because his dream of all time is to be a musketeer one day and the best of them. The other boys make fun of him because of this. So I scold them saying everyone has the right to dream and if he wants to be a musketeer he will be a musketeer. Anyway, when I'm doing my daily rounds around Paris they followed closely. In case something wrong happened, for example if I get caught, they will give me a way out.

I always chose my victims. I don't steal poor people only the rich one. I know what it is like to live in poverty and just have enough money for a piece of bread. Any sous are important and you don't want to see the disappointment in the eyes of your children when you can't give them what they want. I was following two gentlemen for a while now. I was completely discreet; actually the streets were busy so I don't think they'll notice me. Since I know Paris like the back of my hands. I could take other streets and still be behind them a few miles away. My little friends were not only a way out; they were also helping me luring my future victims. When you are a thief you have to be creative. You can't always bump into their shoulders and take their purse. After a while people know what you are doing. You have to provide a distraction and while you are doing so you can take their purse. So today I was going to be stolen by the boys and yelled for help; once the help will be here all was left for me to do was faint. I faint they caught me before I fall on the ground, and this is when I take their purse.

Everything was going smoothly. The boys did steal me; I yelled for help, one of the two gentlemen went after the boys. I was not worried just like me they know what to do and where to go. There are ten boys living with me and only four of them have to steal me. The six left was there to provide me a way out. Back to the matter in hands, I fainted. The man caught me and his friend was back saying that the boys were able to run away. They gently slapped me to wake me which I did after a few seconds. They help me up and…they were joined by two others. One of the two others was the young man who helped me in the Tavern. I did take the purse of the man who stayed with me but now I was nervous. I am not used to meet the same man two days in a row. Something was definitely wrong.

"Are you alright, Monsieur?" The fair skinned man asked me

"Yes, merci messieurs. Tell me who I should thank." I demanded faking a man's voice. No one seems to want to answer. But the young man replied after a while.

"I am D'Artagnan, this are Athos, Aramis and Porthos" introducing himself and his friends. I just stole Athos' purse and I was seriously thinking about giving it back. Something was wrong but I couldn't pinpoint it.

"Thank you gentlemen. I think I should go home and rest for the day." I said trying to get away from them as soon as I can. As I was turning my back on them they stopped me one more time.

"You are sure you don't want us to come with you?" Aramis asked this time

"No I am fine. My home is not that far" I replied quickly and now I was definitely turning my back. And I naively thought that I was safe.

"You now it is a crime to steal a Musketeer's purse." One of them said. I didn't know which one it was and I didn't care. They knew all along that I was a thief.

"So you are the King's Musketeer. I am impressed." I talked back. "And I stole no purse"

"Really you didn't. Well, I'm sorry but I don't believe you, mademoiselle" Athos declared

"You are mistaken me with someone else, I am a man obviously not a woman" I argued trying to fool them. Even if I knew that was useless. Porthos walks to me and pulls my fake moustache off my face and throws it on the ground. Then he takes his sword, I gulped and he plunges it into my fake belly. They saw right through me. How is that possible? How long were they following me?

"Well, I certainly have an explanation for this." I started "But I don't have time to explain. I'm needed somewhere far away from you"

I started to run as fast as I can. And the boys burst into actions. They threw rotten eggs and flour in the musketeers' way but there were able to dodge some of them. There goes my escape. I kept running until I arrived to the seamstress house. One of them, an old lady, is my friend. She let me in and closed the door behind me. The musketeers burst through the door shortly after. She tried to hold them long enough for me to get to the back door and run to my hiding place. Apparently it was close but they still after me. I was joined by the six boys who helped me and petit lord on my way there. The musketeers were close behind. They really don't know when to stop, do they?

"What are we doing now?" René asked while still running.

"Well, we go in different ways." I suggested, "René you take the three idiots with you and you go left. Marcel and Gamuza you go right. Petit Lord you stay with me. We'll meet at home as usual. Good luck and be careful." With that we part and went several ways. Musketeers went different ways also following the different groups of children. The ones behind me were Aramis and D'Artagnan. I was still running but Petit Lord stopped and raised his wood sword. What a lovely boy, lovely but stupid not really the moment to be a hero. The Musketeers were so surprised that they stopped; they didn't understand what he was doing. I went back for him; I grabbed him and threw him over my shoulder. "Sorry about that." I excused myself to the musketeers and then to Charles "Petit Lord they are real musketeers and we don't have time for this we have to go" with that I started to run again. But I was stopped by the other two musketeers who were back.

"I think you can explain now." Porthos said while I put Charles on the ground.