Hello everybody! This is already chapter 7. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!
Outside of the parlor the police officer and the pub owner entered the huge house. They looked around as if they had never seen this place. Of course to their minds they hadn't or at least couldn't remember it. Horace closed the door behind them. They needed a plan and fast!
Horace looked around to find a solution for their problem. There was nothing in the entrance all. There were only the doors to the neighboring rooms. And the open door to the basement. Normally Miss P insisted that the door must be closed at all times but as she had not been here the whole day the children had taken this rule not too seriously. Claire had wanted to ride her training bike that was in the cellar and had whined so long until Enoch had pity with her and had taken the bike from the cellar forgetting to close the door afterwards. Maybe this was their luck now.
"Claire, run off to get Miss Peregrine." Horace said motioning for Claire to go away with his right hand.
"But-" Claire answered confused. She frowned and looked to the parlor. Behind the backs of the two unwelcome guest Horace motioned for her to be quiet. Finally Claire seemed to understand. Quickly she hurried away and climbed up the stairs. Horace then moved closer towards the door to the basement. He could not see where Millard was but he hoped that he had understood that he now played an essential role in his plan. He cleared his throat.
"Now, where is she?" The pub owner asked impatiently. "I don't have all day! And I hope you understand that this time she won't be able talk herself out of this! She will pay for everything!"
"It was not us!" Fiona said exasperated.
"Don't you dare being insolent! I will not tolerate such behavior! If this incompetent woman is not able to teach you manners I will not hesitate to do so myself!" He growled angrily.
"You have no idea what you are talking about!" Fiona hissed back. She was a feisty girl that wasn't afraid of anyone. Not even of a man twice her size.
Her last words were finally the straw that broke the camel's back. He was just about to launch himself at the young girl as something hit him from the side. Millard. Sometimes having an invisible among them came in very handy.
The man tumbled and started hitting the air in a desperate attempt to hit whatever had attacked him. The police officer near him had drawn his weapon. Damn it! This was getting out of control. Millard struck again. This time he pushed the police officer towards the door of the basement but he was not strong enough. With a loud crash the bumped into Miss Peregrine's beloved ancient side table.
The police officer whirled his hands through the air. He hit Millard square into the chest. He fell to the floor with a loud bang. That was the moment that the other children woke up from their lethargy. Horace grabbed a nearby vase. In his mind he apologized to Miss Peregrine for intending on destroying her beautiful decorations. Fiona had grabbed a pot plant which immediately started to grow and wind around the legs of the two men. Problem was that they tore them apart with ease. Fiona gulped audibly. The police officer grabbed Horace mid-motion before he could strike home with the vase. The officer slung his arms around Horace's waist and tried to keep him down. He held his pistol at Horace's head. At the same time the pub owner was desperately trying to keep a swarm of bees away from his face. Suddenly the officer screamed in pain and dropped his weapon. Claire had bitten him with her back mouth. Horace quickly picked up the pistol and removed the bullets.
"YOU!" The Officer roared and grabbed Claire's beautiful blond locks and pulled. But what he did not know was that if one wanted to hurt Claire they would have to deal with the twins first. They had grabbed forks from the kitchen and were picking at the officer's legs. At first they had wanted to use their peculiarity to get rid of the two men but Fiona had quickly stopped them.
That was when Bronwyn joined the fight. She came storming in roaring louder than any lion could. It was really frightening. All the children were happy that she was fighting on their side. She grabbed the pub owner's right leg and pulled as strongly as she could. An unmanly high pitched scream was followed by a loud bang as he fell lengthwise on the floor. Bronwyn pulled him towards the basement door and with one strong motion hurled him down the stairs. He screamed as he fell down the stone stairs. They could hear him curse as he reached the bottom. The police officer's face became pale as Bronwyn turned towards him.
"P-please" He stuttered. He lifted his hands high above his head. "P-please, I am un-unarmed. How about we forget about all of it and I'll just go and won't bother you any longer"
Bronwyn stood with her hands on her hips. "Actually, I suggest that you join the pub owner in the basement. You can choose whether you go on your own or if I should help you"
The police officer cleared his throat. A slight blush colored his cheeks as he marched towards the basement door with hanging shoulders and the laughter of the children in his ears.