Crash (anon): This is fan fiction. That means that whatever I want to do can happen. I read the book. I know that Bluejay was actually the Black Prince or whoever faking it. I'm not yelling though. Just so you know..
Safeara Person (anon): Um what do you mean put you in the book? I don't know you.
The votes for Fleetfoot's love interest remain at a tie. Because no one else will vote! Now VOTE! Or next time I won't update for even longer!
Fleetfoot stared angrily at the door. His back was in pain, his shoulder flopped like a ragdoll, and his neck was still sore. He considered just slumping against the door and falling asleep right there and dream about beautiful girls.. Yes.. That was it. There was this beautiful minstrel back home whose hair was like gold.
Behind his back, Mya yawned and pushed him aside from the door. "Honest to goodness, F-F.. What's your name again?"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Fleetfoot," he replied in irritation. He silently fumed as she looked out the window of the room. She batted her long eyelashes and quietly glanced at the guard there. He was a skimpy boy, barely older than Fleetfoot.
"Hello, Mya. Must be a drag stuck in there. I heard that boy was pretty dangerous." The boy grinned, obviously admiring Mya's pretty features.
"Oh yes! He's scaring me, really. Please, subdue him for me, Will?"
Will smiled at her. "What do I get for it?"
"A kiss," she said with a flirtatious smile.
"Anything for that," he admitted and opened the door.
Fleetfoot was seemingly emotionless. His head was exploding with objections and comments. She could've friggen' LET ME IN ON THIS! But.. I can take this guy with one arm. Maybe she'll pull a karate psycho move on me. Well.. Technically on Will. But I'd be pretty surprised by it too.
Will stepped into the little cell and grinned at Fleetfoot.
"HIYA!"
Suddenly, Mya flew at Will and karate chopped his neck. She winced when her hand hit. Not exactly the karate girl Fleetfoot had pictured. Will's eyes flicked at her and he took her hand off of his neck and laughed. "You really think that would work? You've read too many stories."
He grabbed her head and pulled her towards him, sticking his tongue right in her mouth. Then he violently pushed her against the wall and she went flying to it, sliding down the wall in pain.
"It's pretty low to French a girl then peg her at a wall," Fleetfoot pointed out as he prowled closer to Will.
"As if you would know what a French tastes like!"
Fleetfoot said nothing. He was pretty prude. He blushed.
Will snorted and advanced. "Just what I thought. Prude and a coward."
Fleetfoot angrily took another step.
Will fired a punch that Fleetfoot easily side-stepped. This continued for a few moments.
"Stop that, jerk! Put your dukes up!"
Fleetfoot smiled and poked his numb arm. " I kinda can't."
Will took a fast shot at his stomach this time and catching him off guard, he just caught his side. He stumbled back and ducked another punch from Will, this time sloppily.
"Why the sudden hate?" Fleetfoot queried facetiously as he shuffled away from another fist.
"You just radiate annoying," he scowled and attempted to trip him up. Fleetfoot jumped and kicked him in the gut. Fleetfoot's well built legs took care of the rest. He alternated legs so quickly, Will couldn't duck or barely see them. Fleetfoot kept his balance with his left arm, then finally ceased the beat down, and put and triumphant foot on his chest.
"Gimme' the keys, you jerk."
Will struggled for the keys and handed them over reluctantly. Fleetfoot spat on him and gave him one fleeting kick in the ass. ((A/N: Get it! FLEETING! Hah.. Okay.. I'm done my puns.. Hey that rhymed!))
Then he pulled Mya out the cell door and locked it with a final smirk. He turned to Mya. She was irritably rubbing her head. "You should have killed that spineless little--"
He frowned. "Chill. You okay? 'Cause we really need to help out Bluejay."
She raised an eyebrow. "I thought you hated him?"
"No, I didn't."
"Uh.. Yeah."
"Just because he's an idiot who almost got me killed doesn't mean I hate him. He's a nice guy. He'd risk his life to save anyone. Sure.. Sometimes I wanna strangle him-- but hey.. He'd probably kick my ass."
Mya laughed. "How sweet!"
"Oh, Shut up."
A/N: YAY! They're out! But how will they save Bluejay? Hmm.. FIND OUT NEXT UPDATE!