Aramis sheathed his sword and ran over to D'Artagnan and Athos. He pulled away D'Artganan's shirt to reveal the wound.
"I need to stop the bleeding!" Aramis commented trying to calm himself. He took a deep breath and saw the Captain making his way towards them.
"What do you need?" Treville asked as he looked worriedly on his newly recruited Musketeer.
"I need water, cloth, and my sewing kit!" He replied worriedly. He left without another word knowing that time was everything.
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Porthos jabbed his sword into the shoulder of the man, pinning him to the ground.
"Why did you try to kill Athos?" He growled.
"Kill Athos." The man snickered. "I came to for D'Artagnan!"
Porthos gave the man a puzzled look,"Then why..."
"Was the gun aimed at Athos?" The man finished. "Because my clients wanted Athos to bear the guilt for his friends murder."
Porthos clenched his fists tightly trying to calm himself, but angry thoughts filled his head. This man, no, this stranger tried to kill one of his brothers! A crime such as that could not be overlooked. He turned to look at his friends, hoping it would help to calm him, but what he saw made his blood boil with rage as he watched D'Artagnan struggling to breathe. He clenched his jaw, as he turned back to face the man.
"Who sent you?" He growled.
"Can't you figure it out for yourself?" The man taunted. "I'll give you a riddle. See if you can figure it out." He sneered.
"There are two people that you seek, if you want to find my first client you'll need a heavy cloak because where you need to go is very cold. The second person you need to pursue is mightier and holier than thou and has a cross to bear." The man answered clearly pleased with himself.
"Don't play games with me, Monsieur!" Porthos yelled.
"Play games! Oh, I would never!" The man stated sarcastically, faking a surprised look.
Porthos's calm demeanor slowly changed, he could no longer control his emotions. His face contorted in anger; his nostrils flaring, eyes flashing and closing into slits, mouth quivering and drooling, and slurried words that were unintelligible hcame spewing out of his mouth like a volcano that just exploded, releasing all its pent up emotions.
His hands closed into fists as he crouched before the man, mentally daring him to repeat once more the words that had torn at his heart and made his blood boil.
The man quivered before Porthos, "Would you like... to hear it again...?" The man whimpered.
"D'Artagnan!" He heard Aramis scream in worry. Porthos turned abruptly to see what had occurred, praying to God that his friend was alright. He paled, raising a hand to cover his beating heart as he tried to take in the scene that was in front of him.
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