A/N Okay, sorry about complete shortness of this chapter. I'll probably update tomorrow though. Sorry, I don't have enough time to reply to reviews, so on with he story.
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The guards celebrated, for they had recently caught the criminal. One with a hight bounty they easily proclaimed over and over again. He was a young assassin. They remembered him as the child they had spared one day.
'I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.' several of them thought.
In case you weren't sure, this criminal had red locks with a rather… pointy nose. He was in his early 20's no doubt. Yes, we're talking about Phineas Flynn.
There he sat, lone in a cell. The dungeon was dark and damp. Besides the many cells, he was the only prisoner. But execution was coming. The guards decided to humor him and keep him alive for a final night. First thing in the morning though- well, I think you get it.
What's that, why can't he just escape? Well, it's not that easy. There are a couple windows, but he's still in a cell. Why can't he use his weapons to break out? Simple. Before being stowed away, they had taken all his possessions. Except for the some that were still hidden in his former hideout, but Ferb and Isabella will probably have more use for those- after the morning at least. Besides, there was a guard seated to watch the dungeon. No one was allowed out, and no one was allowed in. Those were the rules.
He sighed rather sadly, before thinking to himself.
'At least Isabella's safe. But I never even got to tell her. I wonder if she ever felt the same way. Not that it matters. … I almost wish this never happened. I'd do anything- anything, just to see her one last time before my death.'
Before he knew it, his thoughts were completely consumed with Isabella. From the day he met her in the woods, to their tragic parting.
He looked out the window sadly, it was pouring. The rain hit the ground almost rhythmically. It fell the same way with each drop.
He felt like crying. But no, he would not show weakness in his final hours. That was the last thing he'd do.
Before he knew it, there was a slight noise outside. The originally sleeping guard woke with a start and marched over to Phineas.
"What's goin' on over here prisoner?!"
"Nothing." he replied, uncertainly, but at least he said something.
He rolled his eyes and nodded his head sarcastically. "Uh huh." And with that, he skidded back to his post, awake this time.
Phineas had considered making some snide or sarcastic comment back, and was about to, but then something entered the dungeon. It was a thin object. Pointy in the front. And it nailed the guard.
"What the-?" he had begun thinking, quickly recognizing the foreign object as an arrow.
He turned from the guard for a split second, and towards the window. There were a few possibilities here. Either Isabella and Ferb were here to rescue him, the assassins wanted to bestow his death upon him themselves, -or he got insanely lucky.
Seeing no one there, he looked through the window near it, again there was no one.
A sudden jingling noise came from the guard, and disappeared right as Phineas looked at his limp body.
"What?" he muttered, scared and interested and the same time. Not to mention hopeful.
Another noise caught his attention, this one coming from his cell door. It was a single silhouette. It looked like an angel to him. It was thin and had long hair cascading down it's back.
"Need some help there" she asked, both of them smiling.