A/N Hi there people! This is the third chapter of this story and although there seems to be no interest in leaving reviews, there are at least people coming back and looking to see if there are updates, which is good enough for me to continue this. Here's Brenna with something to say!
Ya that's nice. Now leave to my history homework!
Jeez… Touchy much? Do you want some help with that?
Sure. I'll get done faster.
Ok, while I help Brenna with her history homework, read the story!
1 hour later….
Jordan watched his watch with glee as the second hand ticked past the hour mark. He stared at it as the hand moved past the 6 and smirked when Brenna finally stopped and he turned to Chris, his hand outstretched. Chris's eyes were wide in surprise.
"There's no way that was an hour! Let me see that watch!" Jordan shrugged and raised his wrist to Chris's eye level, which was tricky because Chris was about a foot taller than the blonde teen.
"See? It is past an hour. Pay up." Chris frowned heartily.
"It was only thirty seconds!" Jordan shrugged and extended his hand once more.
"The bet was that she would scream for more than an hour. It has been more than an hour. Pay up Chris. You owe me five bucks." Chris grumbled, furiously muttering under his breath but reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet on its silver chain. He popped it open to find not Canadian five dollar bills or Canadian change but strange looking gold pieces, all inscribed with different number amounts. He pulled out with a five on it and pressed it into Jordan's palm. Jordan looked at it angrily.
"This is not five bucks Chris! This is more like a dollar. Give me the rest of my money!" At this point, Brenna had regained her breath and Shawnee had finally come out of her shocked stupor to notice the argument between the two boys. Brenna watched with amusement as Shawnee looked on in confusion then understanding. Her expression turned to one of shock and rage.
"You bet on us?!" She cried angrily, freezing Chris and Jordan in their tracks. Brenna rolled her eyes, a big smirk on her face. The boys shrugged and returned to arguing over the strange gold coin. Shawnee looked to Brenna for support but all she did was shrug. Shawnee frowned but let the subject dropped.
"Let me see that coin guys." Jordan passed the coin to her. Shawnee held it in her palm curiously. She gave a small smile of familiarity before passing it back to Jordan.
"The bet you two made was for five bucks right?" The boys nodded. "Well that is five bucks right there but it's French currency. It's called a franc. They were coins back in this time period, not bills like in ours. These were scrapped years ago. France uses the Euro now." Brenna coughed and stepped in, cutting off her friend before she launched into a full lecture.
"Now that we've figured out that we no longer carry Canadian money, shall we head into the city and look around? We need to find somewhere to stay before night sets in. I don't think we'd enjoy sleeping on the streets of Paris in a strange time or any time for that matter." The other three looked at each other before nodding to Brenna, who then turned on her heel and led the way down towards the substantially smaller city of Paris, unaware of the dangers of time period.
"What do you think we'll find down there?" Shawnee asked
"I don't know." said Chris. "But I hope they have a good bar!" Brenna spun around and glared at him.
"What?! In this time, there isn't an age restriction! We can do as we please!!" He cried out in protest. Brenna looked at Shawnee darkly, who simply shrugged her shoulders and brushed the responsibility back to Brenna.
"He's your friend Athos. You deal with him and idiocy." Chris gave a cry of protest.
"I am not an idiot!" Shawnee smirked quietly, seeing her plan coming together.
"Yes you are."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!" After about five minutes of the constant bantering back and forth, Brenna and Jordan tuned them out and just kept walking. Shawnee smirked triumphantly when she caused Chris screwed up by switching her response.
The city of Paris loomed around them, coloured by the gold of the sunset in the west. They wandered about the bustle of the main city streets, stuck in what looked to a seventeenth century traffic jam. Chris pulled away from the group, looking back over his shoulder to watch them. He watched as Brenna climbed onto the back of the vegetable cart in front of them, peering up over the crowded street to try and see the problem. He turned back to his destination and gave a victorious smirk. The bar door stood open, almost as if it was beckoning him inside. He waltzed in, confident and cocky as ever. He didn't notice four pairs of eyes watching him from the centre table.
"Who is this kid?" The biggest man said, holding his goblet tightly in his fist. A blonde man leaned back in his chair, watching the newcomer quietly. The brunette in a military uniform to his right sat just as quietly, sipping his wine slowly. The other brunette next to the giant man fingered his cross in silence, contemplating the situation.
"Let's get him out of here. See if he's here with anybody." The giant man said and he stood, to the protest of his companions, and approached Chris at the bar. He was silently contemplating the different wines available to him until he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see the man, a full two feet taller than him, standing behind him.
"Aren't you a little young to be in here lad?" Chris smirked. "Lay off old man. I'm busy here!" The man's eyes widened in surprise then narrowed in fury before he picked him up by the scruff of his neck and dragged him to the door and pitched him out into the street.
Chris yelled and slammed into the Jordan's feet, knocking him off balance and sending him stumbling. Brenna and Shawnee just stood there smirking. Brenna kneeled down to match his sitting height.
"Chris, we told you don't go into any bars. And you'd think you would know not to insult people."
"Ya Chris." Shawnee said smiling. "Only insult people if I say it's alright to do so. I know a lot about French history." Chris pouted childishly but didn't argue. Just at that moment, a couple of children ran past Jordan and knocked him right over. And right into the vegetable crate. He hit it with enough force to catapult the vegetables into the drunken crowd leaving the bar Chris had been thrown from. They smashed into several drunks, causing them to start swinging their fists at the people around them. The people they hit fought back, their friends joining in and trying to win the fight. The brawl rolled out into the street where it met with the traffic jam where people were slipping on crushed vegetables, were tumbling into carts and horses, were too busy swinging fists to notice what was happening. Brenna, Shawnee, and Chris watched in shock, not joining in but not moving out of harm's way either.
The men that threw Chris out of the bar left the bar and stood in the shadow of doorway's overhang and watched the chaos for a moment before The military man stuck two fingers in his mouth and blew a loud sharp whistle. The crowd halted and stared at them in shock. Shawnee peered between the frozen French citizens and stared at the men. Her eyes widened in recognition and she turned frightfully pale.
"Brenna! Do you see who I see?!" Brenna looked over and gave a squeak of shock.
"Is that who I think it is?!" Shawnee nodded mutely. Chris looked at them with utmost confusion.
"Who are you talking about?!" Shawnee looked at him in shock.
"Chris, those are the musketeers!"
D'Artagnan looked out over the crowd and the disaster that was once a busy Paris street. He frowned in annoyance. His companions, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, watched him curiously, hoping he would actually lose his temper for once. They didn't get their wish.
"Who is responsible for this mess?" He demanded angrily. The crowd parted to reveal Jordan who was still sitting in the cart, covered in crushed vegetable goo. The four musketeers drew up to him and Athos and Aramis gripped his arms, yanking him to his fight and emitting a loud, sucking sound as he was pulled from the vegetable cart.
"Monsieur, you are under arrest for disturbing the peace." D'Artagnan said in his solemn voice. He gestured with his hand and led the way through the parting crowd towards a large, imposing, castle like building on the horizon, Athos and Aramis following him and dragging Jordan, Porthos bringing up the rear.
Shawnee watched in shock and awe. Brenna shook her shoulder violently and, in a surprising feat of strength, yanked Chris up of the ground.
"What are we still standing here for?! We've got to go after him!" Shawnee gave her a frightened look.
"You want to go to the Bastille? Are you crazy?! We'll be killed!" Brenna gave her a pathetic look.
"You have got to be kidding! You are the most devout of us to the things that the musketeers represent and yet you want to leave Jordan to suffer? What's wrong with you?! What about the motto? All for one & one for all?" Shawnee looked away, her face blank with thought before it turned to one of determination. She gave a confident nod before swinging her arm toward the prison.
"Alright! Let's go bust out Jordan!" She cried and began to walk away. Brenna turned to follow before noticing Chris wasn't with them and saw him heading back towards the bar. She sighed in annoyance and stomped over and grabbed his hoodie.
"No Chris! You are not going into that bar! You've caused enough trouble already!" She dragged him away, him sputtering incoherent words all the way.
"Does this mean I can go into other bars?" He asked hopefully. She spun on him angrily.
"No!" She screamed at him. "Now come on! We have to keep up with Shawnee!" Chris looked annoyed but followed Brenna as they ran to catch up to Shawnee who was already halfway up the street.
Alright! That's the end of this chapter. Sorry it's taken so long! Anyhow, now that this is done, I'll try and update my other story that I've got going right now. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter now that it's finally picked up speed. Now, if you could do me one little favour? PLEASE review! It's not that hard! Just click the little blue button at the bottom of the screen! Pretty Please?? Ok. I'm done.
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