Chapter 3

Marie ran as fast as her legs would go, keeping a sharp eye out for any Chevaliers. She clutched the book tightly to her chest, knowing its importance, with her violin in her other hand and the bluebird on her shoulder. She ran through the twisting streets of Paris, finally arriving at the steps of the Constabulary. She ran up the stairs and burst through the doors.

She was greeted almost immediately by Charlie.

'Hello Marie. What are you doing here?'

Although she was breathing heavily from running, she managed to tell Charlie her story. After Marie finished speaking, Charlie appeared thoughtful. 'Good thing we posted guards on the museum beforehand,' she said, in thought, 'Any later and we wouldn't have time if Napoleon attacked. We have to keep that book safe at all costs.'

Marie spoke up, her voice uncertain. 'Charlie, I was reading the book earlier. The book says that the spring water can reverse even time itself. I had an idea; do you think it can reverse death?'

Charlie frowned. 'I'm not sure if we should mess with time.'

'Please? Just give it a go?'

'… Alright.'

'Thank you!' replied Marie, almost cheerful.

'I'll go tell my dad you want access to the vial. We can go now.' said Charlie, heading to her dad's office. 'I'll be back soon.'

Marie nodded, sitting on a chair to wait.

It was night and the Chevalier was bored. The Chevaliers had spread across Paris, trying to find the book, as they knew it was with the girl. It was night, when you should be sleeping, not chasing down lost books.

The Chevalier knew the chances of the girl and the book crossing his path instead of being somewhere else in Paris was extremely slim. His fellow Chevaliers could deal with it, he was taking a nap. He closed his eyes.

He was just about to drop off when footsteps alerted him of someone coming. He opened his eyes to see what it was.

To his surprise it was the book and the girl, heading to the Constabulary.

It looked like his nap was off then. He went off to report the sighting to Napoleon.

When Charlie approached, Marie got to her feet, eagerly awaiting a response.

'Well, we can go. Let's give this a shot then.'

'Again, thank you!' replied Marie.

'Oh, it's nothing.' said Charlie. 'Do you want to leave the book here? The building's swarming with police.'

Marie paused for a second. 'Well, OK.' She put the book on the front desk, where a police officer picked it up and carried it off somewhere.

Marie looked after it. 'Are you sure it'll be safe?'

'It'll be fine.' replied Charlie reassuringly. 'These are the police, you know. Now, let's go!'

The two girls walked out of the doors of the Constabulary, into the morning.

The Constabulary was bustling with activity. Just earlier, a book was handed in to keep safe and although the majority of police officers didn't know anything about the book, apparently it was of utmost importance.

Suddenly, the doors of the Constabulary burst open and every head in the room turned. They all paled when they saw who it was.

Napoleon and the Chevaliers strolled into the Constabulary. Napoleon brandished his pistol at the frightened police officers. 'Where is the book?' he growled.

One of the police officers pointed to a locked room with a shaky hand. On Napoleon's command, two Chevaliers walked up to the door and forced it open. Napoleon went inside and retrieved the book, reading it as he walked out. When he finished reading all he needed to, he looked up.

'To FDR Avenue!' he commanded. He and his Chevaliers left the Constabulary and melted into the darkness.

Just then, Inspector Vergier rounded the corner of the corridor and came into the lobby, noticing the silent police officers.

'What happened?' he asked. No one dared to tell him.

Marie and Charlie walked down FDR Avenue to the museum. When they arrived, they were let in by two police officers, who acknowledged their presence as they walked in.

In the hall of the museum stood a lone, uneasy looking police officer next to a coffin. Marie stared at this with a sudden fright. She almost felt normal until she saw that coffin. Almost.

Charlie also looked at the coffin with unease, with a hint of something else on her face. Was it fright? 'I think we should take him with us.'

Marie looked at her with disbelief. 'What?'

'It will be easier and less dangerous.' continued Charlie. 'We'll just carry him in there.'

Marie could see where she was coming from. 'Yeah, let's do that.'

They approached the coffin and opened the lid, which had not been nailed shut yet. The peaceful body of Raphael lay inside, finally at peace in death, and yet not, considering the circumstances of his death. Marie lifted his corpse out of the coffin and walked to the room with the vial in with Charlie in tow. They passed through numerous rooms before finally getting to their destination. The room was devoid of anything except for the vial, sitting on a single, pedestal in the middle of the dark room.

Charlie remained outside. 'I'll stay here and keep a look out in case Napoleon comes of something.'

Marie nodded and entered the room, with her violin, bluebird on shoulder, and Raphael in her arms.

She approached the vial and, putting Raphael carefully down on the floor, picked up the vial and opened it. The book had said that someone only had to come into contact with the spring water for it to work so Marie tipped it's contents onto the corpse at her feet.

She waited.

She waited some more.

She looked for any change but there seemed to be none. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'It was worth a try.'

But that was when the bluebird spoke.

A/N: Yes, I am making the police out as rubbish, how could you tell?

Yes the museum is made up and randomly stuck on FDR Avenue, just so you know.

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