Hey! I'm back! Yeah… not too exciting I know but you wanted another chapter didn't you? Don't lie to me; I know you did! Now, if I could tell this lame watched feeling I keep getting to piss off and die, everything will be awesome! (And I did put up the video game for a bit just to get this out to you loyal readers!)
Hey D'Artagnan, you're not the only one. I get that feeling when I read over the story before we post it up. Don't you just hate that?
And, no more rambling for now! On with the story. (All thanks for reviews will be at the END of the chapter from now on. I ramble too much as it is!)
Shawnee glanced at Brenna as they followed the musketeers through the streets, Shawnee still in the male clothes and Brenna still in the dress. Brenna's return look was one filled with a mixture of worry and shock. They knew they might make them a little mad with their scheme to shock them, but didn't expect such a cold shoulder treatment.
"Brenna…" Shawnee whispered, looking forward to check if they were being watched. Brenna sent her a sidelong look and gave a little hum to show she was listening.
"Do you think we did something really… wrong?" Brenna stopped and stared at her, an eyebrow raised.
"What I-I mean is…" She stammered on, trying to think how to say her thoughts.
"Is… was it wrong what we did? We DID kind of mess with their heads a little… And we both know it isn't right no matter how you look at it." Brenna gave an understanding smile and began walking again. There was silence for a moment before she responded.
"I don't think they're that mad at us. Just a little peeved is all. But you're right; we shouldn't do that again… At least not for a LONG while." They were so focused on their conversation; they hardly noticed where they were walking when the bumped into Athos and D'Artagnan staring at them with blank expressions. They froze, staring back up at them with slight fear before Shawnee began to twiddle her fingers, making them go in little circles around each other and stared at her boots ashamedly. Brenna just looked everywhere else except at them. Athos cleared his throat to catch their attention.
"Was there something you wanted to ask us?" His voice was slightly tense. Shawnee peered up at him through the bangs of her hair.
"We were just wondering if you were… really angry with us." She muttered quietly, still twiddling her fingers. Brenna didn't turn her glance on them entirely but chose to instead watch out of the corner of her eye. Athos gave her a cold look but it was D'Artagnan who responded.
"Yes." One word was all that was needed in such a tense situation. Shawnee bowed her head in defeat, surrendering to the obviously superior people and Brenna's expression changed to one of complete apology. They opened their mouths to speak again but were cut off by a sudden shout from down the street.
"Look what the cat coughed up! About time we saw you guys again." Chris and Jordan walked towards them followed closely by Porthos and Aramis. They stopped behind Athos and D'Artagnan and stared at the girls. Brenna gave a silly look and twirled.
"What do you think? You think this will work for a disguise?" Jordan gaped in shock as he had never seen her in a dress but Chris, because he had seen her in dress on their grade 8 graduation, wasn't surprised but was trying hard not to laugh. Aramis gave the two of them an appraising look before nodding in satisfaction.
"That will be perfect. They will be able to hide in all circles." Chris started to laugh raucously, bending over and pointing at Brenna as his face began to turn red.
"You mean she has to wear that the whole time we're here?!" He choked out and continued to laugh, Jordan joining him, as Brenna's expression continued to darken into a look of the purest agitation. She crossed her arms and spoke to Shawnee without looking at her.
"Do you mind waiting here while I take care of a couple idiots?" Shawnee waved towards the two laughing boys and looked away with a smile. Brenna stomped up to them, looked them right in the eye and spoke.
"You two have about ten seconds to run before I begin to chase you. Ten…" Chris looked at her as if she were joking and Jordan stopped laughing.
"You can't run in that thing! It's like… impossible." Brenna gave a happy grin.
"Nine…" She left the words to hang in the air like an ominous mist. Jordan looked at his taller compatriot and said "Maybe we should get going. I think she means it." Chris looked back at him and nodded and the two turned and walked away slowly.
"Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four, three, two, one!" Brenna finished in a rush and began to chase. The boys spun around and watched as she began to catch up to them with great haste and sped off down the street in a panic. Shawnee chose to follow at a slower pace in order to sit back and enjoy the fun.
The three of them made it as far as the Seine before choosing to run back and forth along the same stone ledge, still continuing the chase. Shawnee stopped at end of the street where it met the next one the went along the riverside and waited until they'd passed once before she speed walked to the other side and down a set of stone stairs leading to the river bank.
As the y passed by heading back to the left of her, Shawnee turned her head to follow them. When the came back once more and headed right, she continued to follow them. And this cycle continued for many minutes, all of them not noticing that as the three ran along the wall top, a stone the size of a regular fist was beginning to loosen.
The musketeers had finally arrived at the street after getting over the initial shock of seeing such a spectacle and arrived to find an incident even more shocking than the first, leaving them pondering as to why they'd chosen THEIR names to take on. Such a scene as they were creating left them with a feeling of flushed embarrassment at the fact that they shared any sort of connection with these four.
Chris dashed along the wall top, Jordan sprinting ahead of him and Brenna hard on their heels. He felt his left foot slip from under him and he stumbled but regained his balance and kept going. Brenna stumbled in the same spot but also regained her balance and continued the chase. Shawnee moved closer to the wall and craned her neck back, staring straight up. She brushed some silt from her face and continued to observe the antics of her friends.
Jordan had pulled ahead of the other two and took a sharp turn back into the street she'd chased them out of in the first place and leaned against the wall, shadowed by Aramis. Chris had lost most of his steam and stopped a bit past where Shawnee was standing below. She turned to look for Brenna coming up and saw her still going at her full speed. Brenna charged at Chris and felt her foot twist as she hit a loose rock along the wall and she began to fall. Chris reached forward and caught her arm, pulling her against him as the rock fell and took a couple steps back from the wall's edge. The two stood there in shock and silence, both breathing heavily. They heard the sound of something hitting the ground with a soft thump but took no notice.
Brenna calmed down but realized Chris was still holding her. She looked up at him and heard a slight cough behind them. Brenna craned her neck to look over Chris's arm and saw Athos standing there with this strange look on his face. She gave Chris a rough push and they separated hurriedly. Jordan came out of the street and looked over the wall edge to see Shawnee on the ground, the fallen rock having rolled close to the river's edge.
"Brenna, you might want to look at this…" Brenna came over and peered over the edge before making a mad dash for the steps. She took them two at a time despite the change in the shoes she was used to wearing and felt Shawnee's pulse before crying out for help.
"Someone get down here! Shawnee's been injured!" There was a flurry of activity as the group at the top of the stairs came down and swarmed the two of them. Aramis felt along her hairline and felt a slight bump near her left temple and frowned.
"We need to take her to the palace. Philippe can summon his surgeon from there. Porthos, do you think you can carry her there? She unconscious I'm afraid." Porthos let out a booming laugh.
"Can I carry her? Just watch me!" He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing more than a rag doll despite his age being a hindrance and the group made its way steadily towards the palace, with Brenna keeping pace with Porthos every step of the way.
And that chapter is done! And yes, I assure I'll be fine! It's just a bump… It's not anything really bad could happen right?
Anyhow, this chapter is dedicated to IgnotusAngelus, Lady of the Deep, and Kimyco for their FABULOUS reviews! Thank you SO much! Reviews are always appreciated.
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