Ch. 3

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Italic means thoughts and flashback.

I was in shock. There is no way that Athos would do these things more than likely the Cardinal had a hand in this, but I couldn't prove it.

"Sophie stop pacing," Cook ordered.

"Sorry, it's habitat when I'm thinking Cook," I reply forcing myself to stop.

"Sit down and breathe," Cook said tapping the wooden branch. I sat down Cook gave me a smile and let me be. I catch looking over the fact of the arrests and it didn't add up. Athos wouldn't do this, maybe it was the fact I have a small crush on him. When Aramis and Porthos came back with a sorrowful look meaning it didn't end well.

"What happened?" I question no response. "What happened?"

"He is supposed to be killed at dawn," Porthos answered.

"Maybe D'Artagnan will be able to help?" I suggested.

I followed after Porthos and Aramis to Constance's home. I waited outside because I had a feeling that her husband was there. I waited a good ten minutes before Aramis, Porthos, and D'artagnan came out

"Saddle up," Porthos ordered to me. Which took a total of five minutes. We rode through the snow covered roads, I was happy that my cloak was a tight button to me. We rode until we reached the inn where D'Artagnan father died. The owner of Inn showed where the supposed musketeer was buried. We looked at the body after UN digging them.

"He's no Musketeer," Porthos said looking at him.

"Look at his clothes," D'Artagnan said. "There are two bullet holes."

"So?" Aramis question.

"I only fired once," D'Artagnan said.

Porthos gave me a look but climbed into the grave open the shirt to show one wound. "This is the shot that killed him," He said before looking at the other stop to show nothing. "And this hole doesn't match any wound."

"It means he wasn't wearing the uniform when it was fired," Aramis said.

"But someone else was," Porthos added. "Cornet." Aramis helped pulled Porthos out of the grave. "Those Musketeers didn't disappear, they were attacked." As we walked back to our horses and headed back.

"This means that Athos couldn't be there right?" I question.

"It would seem that way," Aramis said. "But we still need to prove it."

"We will," I reply. "Have faith."

We kept riding the woods going through a trail covered with trees on each side.

"If I was planning an ambush I would do it here!" Porthos called.

"Plenty of covers, good slight line, Cornet wouldn't have expectant a thing."

I noticed all the crows.

"Over there," Aramis said towards our left. I hopped off my horse with the others. I followed the others to the find the bodies of Cornet and his men. I bit back a cry seeing the crows picking at them.

"Sophie stay back," Porthos said pushing me behind him.

"Porthos I can handle it," I responded fighting with him.

Porthos let me go and let me the bodies as we got closer shooing the crows away. Aramis lean down and look at a body.

"Cornet," He said sadly.

Porthos anger was screaming out as we left the bodies.

"They shot them like animals!" Porthos roared. "And then stripped them from their uniforms!"

"D'Artagnan these men's that did this killed your father as well," Aramis said walking towards him. "If you want justice then help we find them and clear Athos' name."

I pulled at star stable, making sure it was still good.

"Was Cornet carrying Spanish gold?" Porthos question as he reached into his purse. "You can go a year in Paris and not see a Spanish doubloon," He pulled a coin out and put in his hand. "That makes two in a week."

"Where did you get that?" D'Artagnan question.

"I won it," Porthos said walking back towards his horse. "In a card game with a red guard."

(TL)

The ride back was uneventful, we waited for Porthos to bring the Red Guard in the barn. I stood leaning against a standing beam. Porthos brought him in cover in a bag and pulled it off. I could see the Red Guard with long greasy hair and very pale skin tone and easily tied him to a beam of the barn.

Dujon looked terrified at Porthos and Aramis, I lean against the beam still, watching until Dujon say and I could see the fear froze him to the stop.

"Time to pay the reckoning for Cornet," Aramis said.

"And I bet He's going to say I have no idea what you're talking about." Porthos reply.

The Red Guard shook his head.

"Then we will have to hurt him." Aramis reply.

"At which point he'll suddenly remembered he killed him," Porthos said. They looked at each other. "Why wait? Let's hurt him now."

"It could go like that or we can skip to the confessing part," Aramis said. "It could save time, and you pain…a lot of pain."

"I was just following orders." Dujon reasoned.

"He was just following orders," Porthos repeated to Aramis.

"We'd better let him go, then," Aramis stated.

Dujon sighed believing them before Porthos grabbing him up tightly.

"I… I can't tell you! They'll kill me!" Dujon yelled.

"No need for that now we're not brutes," Aramis ordered pulling them apart. "We'll just shoot him."

Porthos and I both shared a smirked as Aramis when to get his musket.

"What? No, listen, you can't, please…" Dujon pleaded looking at D'Artagnan and me. "Don't let them…"

D'Artagnan didn't do anything, just let me smirk.

Porthos smirked as Aramis came back.

"You know. People say I'm quite good with these." Aramis started returning with his musket in hand.

"Good?" Porthos laughed. "He's the best, he so modest." Making sure Dujon's wrists were tied around the beam.

"But…" Aramis added. "The musket isn't the most relievable weapon. From 100 yards. I'll probably miss as often as I hit." He handed the weapon in one arm and poured a little bit of gunpowder down the barrel. "From 50, well. I rarely miss. But from 10? It's just a matter of, which vital organ do I choose to hit first?"

"No, no, no, please," Dujon started trying to get away. "Listen, listen…"

"Heart?" Porthos question.

"Too Swift," Aramis replied. "The Liver, perhaps," Porthos laughed, causing me a show off a smirk. "Or a stomach shot." Aramis was pushing the bullet down. "Death is inevitable, but you'll bleed for hours first."

"You can't," Dejon stated. "This is murder."

"Well, we won't tell, if you won't," Porthos stated.

Aramis brought the gun to his eye and blow the fire off the rope and clicked.

"Bang," Porthos add into Dujon causing him to jump.

"Oh!" Aramis called, making Porthos laugh as Aramis pulled the ball out. "I forgot the ball!" He laughed as he threw and caught the ball. "This time…" he brought the ball to the gun.

"It was captain Gaudet," Dujon shouted.

"Of the red guards?" Porthos question.

"He told us to do it," Dujon stated, "He said he wanted a few men for a special mission something unofficial an ambush to steal the King's letters. But Gaudet went mad. He killed them all. None of us knew it would be murder."

"You took this from Cornet?" Porthos question holding up the Spanish gold.

"His saddle bags were full of Spanish gold," Dujon added. "Gaudet said we could share it between us. I just…"

D'Artagnan pushed Dujon into the wooden beam. "Who murdered my father?" He demanded. "Who?"

"Gaudet," Dujon stated. "It was Gaudet." Porthos pulled D'Artagnan away from him. "He did it to blacken Athos's name. I'm not like him. I'm not a killer. I'm a soldier, like you."

Porthos grabbed Dujon neck and pushed him up, causing Dujon to gasp for air.

"Where is Gaudet now?" Aramis question.

"He's camped in the old ruins, outside the city gates." Dujon gasped out. "I'll show you where, just don't kill me."

"There, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Aramis question.

(TL)

We crawled up a hill with the direction of Dujon. The night was coming fast with snow on the ground.

"Gaudet keeps his camp well-guarded," Dujon stated. "You'll never surprise him."

"Shut up!" Porthos ordered with a swift elbow to the chest.

"The bridge is the only way in and out," Aramis stated. "There's too many of them for a frontal assault. I could take a couple of them out from here."

"No, by the time you've reloaded," Porthos replied. "The rest will be long gone. Now, if we're going to capture Gaudet alive and get back those uniforms, it'll have to be by stealth. We need a distraction, something they'd never expect."

Porthos shot me a look.

"No away in god," I argued. "No!"

"Sophie," Aramis reason. "There wouldn't see you coming."

"No true the red guards knows about me," I discussed. "Need I remind you about time I nearly killed a red guard."

"I forgot about that," Porthos muttered.

"I know something that might work," D'Artagnan announced as he rolled a bit back from the hill.

The fact that Constance was walking those the guard on the bridge dressed as a lady of the night, I already knew that she was not happy and I had a feeling that D'Artagnan would pay for that later.

"What do you want?" The guard question raising his gun to fire.

"50 sous and I'll take you to heaven," Constance answered attempting to be a native at this.

"Are you one of those religious nutcases?" The guard asked.

"It was a metaphor," Constance replied. "Never mind. You can do whatever you like," She walked closer to him. "I'm all yours. Clear enough?"

"Yeah," The guard said. "Five sous?"

"Five!" Constance growled.

"All right, 10, but that's it." The guard replied.

"Fine!" Constance huffed right Porthos grabbed the guard from the back and chocked him out but pushed him back on Constance as another guard walked by.

"Oh!" He called with a laugh. "Oi, my turn next!"

He waited and then pulled the body off and used as a shield.

"Excuse me," he said walking pass.

"Ten sous?" Aramis question as he walked passed. "Shame on you."

"Thank you, Constance, for helping," I added running after Porthos and Aramis.

I watched out of the corner of my eye to see D'Artagnan and Constance flirted a bit.

Guns at the ready for all of us as we found a hideout.

"There he is," Aramis whispered. "That's Gaudet over there."

"He thinks no-one can touch him," Porthos added.

"Shall we prove that wrong?" I question.

"Wait for my signal," Aramis ordered. "Surprise is everything."

That wasn't going to happen because D'Artagnan ran out.

"Gaudet!" He yelled.

"Surprise would have been everything!" Aramis shouted as gun shots went off.

"He is going to get us killed," I swore as I ran out shooting, hearing and feeling the fire and power of the guns.

The guns became unless rather quick. The weight of them became useful into knocking a few red guards out with the sounds of metal hitting the head with a loud thud. I ducked down grabbing a Red Guard musket and crashed behind a rocky ruined wall. I prepared the musket, looking around only to jerk back dodging a musket ball that got lodged in another wall. I stood up and shot back taking down another red guard. I dropped the gun and pulled out my sword with a sheath and marched out to fight. Being thrown right into the fight with two red guards. Pushing back one of the guards with a well time kick causing a clack of metal hitting metal, forcing me to para with the red guard. Out of my peripheral vision to the other Red Guard was rushing at me. My mind was rushing with adrenaline I did the most logical thing I slammed my free fist into the red guards face making a loud crank and the guard screaming in pain causing him to drop down. I pulled the sword at the Red Guard's neck.

"I would give up," I stated.

"I will never give up to a girl." The Guard growled.

"Oh do shut it." I ordered and punched him in the face to the ground.

I smirked looking at Aramis and Porthos not being hurt. I turned to see D'Artagnan was winning against Gaudet and managed to get him on the ground and was about to kill him.

"D'Artgnan!" Aramis screamed. "We need him alive!"

"Death in combat," D'Artgnan growled. "Is too honorable for you. I'd rather see you hang." He pulled the swords off Gaudet's neck.

Porthos scared most of the red guards to back off, as he walked closer.

"D'Artagnan!" Aramis shouted as Gaudet came at him with a dagger. Making D'Artagnan stab Gaudet in the chest in part killing him.

"Does that mean that we can safe Athos?" I question aloud seeing the death body of Gaudet.

Porthos gave a whistle causing Aramis and myself to look up to face him.

"The Stolen uniforms," Porthos informed holding up a piece. "They're all here."

"With Dujon's confession, that's all the proof we need," Aramis stated walking towards Porthos.

I followed him to see one of the many shoulder guards. I watched out of the corner of my eye to see D'Artagnan give Constance his cloak. I had a feeling that Lady Aphrodite was playing with this.

"I killed him." I heard Constance stated.

"You saved my life." I heard D'Artagnan replied as he was buttoning the cloak shut they safe a loving look.

"Take me home," Constance stated. "My husband will be back soon."

"I just hoping that we will make it save Athos," I muttered.

"We will," Aramis stated.

(TL)

We raced back to save Athos's live.

"Take aim!" I heard as we ran through the fort.

"Come on, shoot, damn you!" I heard Athos ordered.

"Hold your fire!" Aramis yelled. "If I were you, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to die. Your release signed by the King." He held up the pardon. I released the breath that I was holding. My hat was pulled down covering a massive amount of my face hiding the guard view of me. I stood by the stairs with D'Artagnan, I watched as Athos took a breath himself.

"Get these chains off him," Aramis ordered.

"I thought I'd finally shaken you three off," Athos stated causing a smirk to appear on my face and a chuckle from Porthos.

"Oh, believe me, there are easier ways," Porthos replied.

Athos gave me a simple nodded in which I returned. Needless we ended in a Traven drinking.

"You come to Paris to kill Athos and end up saving his life," Aramis stated. "After a few drinks, I'm sure he'll appreciate the irony."

Athos was drinking by himself which was normal for him.

"What's wrong with him, anyway?" D'Artagnan question.

"Ah, woman trouble," Porthos replied.

"There was someone special once she died," Aramis added. "That's all he ever said."

"He doesn't like to talk about it much," I added.

"I'd better stay behind," Porthos stated. "He'll need someone to carry him home."

Aramis stood up. "Do you need somewhere to stay?" he questions to D'Artagnan.

"No, I have a place," D'Artagnan replied.

"In the arms of Madame Bonacieux?" Aramis teased as he pulled his hat on.

"She's a married woman," D'Artagnan replied.

We all chuckled.

"You really are from Gascony, aren't you?" Aramis question.

"Besides, there's someone else," D'Artagnan added. "A woman I've only met once. The most beautiful I've ever seen. We have unfinished business."

"She sounds lively." Porthos added.

Causing me to laugh.

"You have no idea." D'Artagnan laughed and took a sip of wine.

"Come along Sophie let's get you back to the garrison," Aramis stated.

"Aramis I came walk back by myself," I replied.

"Humor me if you would," Aramis responded.

"Fine," I groaned standing up. "Please don't drink yourselves silly."

"No promises." Porthos laughed.

I walked with Aramis to the door.

"Athos?" He question.

Athos just nodded at us as we walked out.

"You do know that I can walk by myself back," I stated.

"And have me worry the whole night," Aramis replied. "No thank you."

"I get it you worry about me," I replied. "But I can handle myself."

"Sophie you're very much like my younger sister and I need to protect you," Aramis added. "And even though I know that you can protect yourself."

"Thank you Aramis," I said looking at him. "I see you as a big brother or, at least, a good uncle."

Okay, that end of chapter 3 more is coming please tell me what you think but please use Constructive criticism.