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Chapter Four

The Stabbington brothers were sitting in their cell, like they had been for the last few months.  The older one, Brutus, was seething to his younger brother, Tobias, about Flynn Rider.  Again.
“It’s his fault we’re in here.  I knew we never should have worked with him.”  His brother looked at him with his one good eye.  “Yeah, rub it in.  You were the first one to say we can’t trust him.  Well, you were right.  We should have found someone else to help us get that crown.  Then we’d be living it up.
“He has it all now, doesn’t he?”  Tobias cocked his eyebrow, agreeing with Brutus.  “The jerk has a castle and treasure.  He even has that girl with the magic hair and she’s a princess two-boot.”  His brother cocked his head at him.  “Oh, sure she doesn’t have it now, but he’s still got more than we got.”  He kicked the urine bucket and cursed.  Tobias crossed his arms.  “You’re bringing up their wedding?  Yeah, fine, it was nice, and it was a very nice gesture that he invited us, but you notice he specifically had flowers in the chapel that we were allergic to.  There’s no way I would have cried at his wedding.”  His brother frowned at him.  “I don’t care if that girl did pick the flowers, they both conspired against us.
“Look at what he’s got now.  He literally has everything a thief ever works for.  What do we got?  A cage, two meals of slop not even fit for rabid dogs, and one wooden bed.  Speaking of which, it’s my turn tonight.  
“Just what was he trying to gain, having the king not hang us?”  Tobias narrowed his eye.  “You’re right.  While Flynn Rider is living it up, laughing at us, we’re living in this prison.  We don’t have a way out.  He’s torturing us by making us live like this while he gorges on the riches we originally stole together.  Half of that should be ours.  Well, we’ll fix that.  We’re gonna get back at him.  We’ll find a way to get out and when we do, we’ll kill him.” His brother grinned at him, nodding.  “And we’ll raid the castle too.”
There was a sudden commotion on the other side of the door of the prison cells.  The Stabbingting brothers heard shouts and yells and the ringing of metal as it crashed against the walls and floor.  The brothers got to their feet, pressing their faces into the bars, trying to see what was happening.  There was a last howl of a guard as he obviously, desperately attacked the apparent intruder.  There was a grunt and a clank of a helmet as it hit the floor.  Moaning could be heard from behind the door as the men felt their defeat.  The door latch clicked and it swung slowly open, revealing the frame of a woman standing in the doorway.
She walked down the hall of cells, leaving the guards she had just single handedly beaten behind her.  Her long curly black hair bounced as she walked, an accessory to frame her pointed face.  Her blue eyes were narrow, with long eyelashes.  She dressed a bit flamboyantly for someone who was breaking into a prison.  She wore a red jacket that looked to be just a bit too tight around her chest.  Tight fitting brown pants were tucked into knee high lace up boots.  As she walked, swaying her hips, she twirled a simple staff in her hand.  She stopped in front of the Stabbington brothers.
“My, such an elaborate plan you have.  Don’t you think that’s a little brutish though?  Killing him, I mean.”  The woman cocked an eyebrow at them.  “Yes, it has a nice ring to it, but so does, oh, I don’t know, torturing him.”
“Who are you?”  
The woman smiled.
“Just an old friend of Flynn Rider and I heard he’s in the area, in fact in this very proximity.  Just upstairs, right?  In the palace.  I thought it might be fun to visit him and his new little wife too.  She’s a princess, isn’t she?”
“You know Rider.”
“Knew Rider.  And guess what; I loathe him just as much as you do and so do a lot of my new friends.  See, they knew Rider too and they hate him, just like you and me.”  She smiled coyly at the two brothers.  “So here’s the ultimatum, boys, short and sweet; I get you out of here and you can be part of my perfect little plan.”
The brothers glanced at one another.  
“Why do you need our help?”
“I don’t need your help, I want your help.  I could easily execute this scheme myself, but why not have a few friends tag along?  The more, the merrier.”  The brothers said nothing.  “What?  You’re not interested?  Or, do you think you can get out of here yourself, because you seem really successful with that.”
“How can we trust you?  The last woman who promised us Flynn Rider’s head got us locked up in here.”
“Well, personally, even if I do betray you, don’t you have a better chance out here than in there?  And if you suspect me, you’ll be careful, won’t you?  It’s your choice: rot in jail for the rest of your lives or ruin Flynn Rider’s life.  Personally, I’d pick choice B.”  The woman dangled the offer in front of the Stabbington brothers.  It didn’t take long for them to make their decision.  The woman had them hook, line, and sinker.
“Just what is your plan for Flynn Rider?”
“Complete and total annihilation.”
Chapter Three

Rapunzel did not like how late it had gotten.  It was many hours past sundown and the castle corridors were lit by torch and candle light. She hurried down the halls to her and Eugene’s rooms.  She hoped he was still awake.  He’d been so disappointed when they couldn’t spend the rest of the day together.  She reached their rooms and opened the door.
“Eugene, I’m back.”  She scanned the room for him and saw his form sitting in a chair in front of a smoldering fire.  She walked over to him.  “Eugene?”  She looked at him.  He was fast asleep, his head cocked to the side with his mouth open slightly.  His arms were crossed, like he had been brooding about something before he drifted off.  
Rapunzel had to smile.  He looked so perfect sleeping, even with the bit of drool that was building in his mouth.  His face was relaxed and innocent to the happenings of the world.
Rapunzel felt so bad about abandoning him, not once, but twice in the same day.  She wanted to make it up to him, but she didn’t really want to wake him up; she liked the way he looked when he slept.  However, sleeping in a chair probably wasn’t the best position to be in for the night.  She should wake him up.  She put her hand out to touch his face, but there was a knock on the door.  Rapunzel looked from it, back to Eugene.  He grunted and settled deeper into the chair.  Rapunzel hurried to the door before the person on the other side could knock again.  She opened it quietly.
It was Gerald.
“Good night, Princess.  So sorry to disturb you this late, but,” Gerald held up an envelope, “another letter was received for Eugene.”  Rapunzel looked down at it.  It said “Flynn Rider.”
“Thank you.”  Rapunzel smiled as she took the letter, hoping that would distract Gerald from how uneasy the note made her.  “I’ll make sure that Eugene gets it.  Good night.”
“Good night, Princess.”  Rapunzel closed the door and stared down at the envelope.  She looked across the room at Eugene.  He was still asleep.  Rapunzel sighed.  She wanted to ask Eugene about the letter from earlier that day.  She glanced back down at the letter.  She bit her lip.  She knew Eugene wasn’t going to tell her about the letter.  She ripped the envelope open and pulled out the piece of paper inside.  She read the one line.
She’s a pretty little princess.
Rapunzel stared quizzically at the sentence, wondering exactly what it meant.  Why would someone write it?  And why would they send it to Eugene addressed as “Flynn Rider?”  Was someone watching them?  Her?  Rapunzel glanced at the windows and crossed the room to close the curtains.  She then went back over to the fireplace and stoked the fire.  She looked at the letter one last time and threw it into the flames.  She watched it burn, a pit settling in her stomach.  She shivered.
Rapunzel turned around and looked at Eugene.  He hadn’t moved from earlier.  Even though his face was innocent in sleep, she knew he was hiding something from her.  The letter from that morning for instance.  It had been addressed to “Flynn Rider” as well.  There was something going on that he didn’t want her to know about.  Rapunzel sighed and shook her head.  She knew Eugene wasn’t going to tell her.  It was one of the only things about him she found irritating.  She plopped down on the floor and stared into the fire.  The letter was now just a little smoldering ember, but it certainly wasn’t going to be forgotten soon.
Rapunzel leaned back and accidentally hit Eugene’s legs.  He startled and woke up.  He looked groggily around and saw Rapunzel looking up at him on the floor.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“No, no, it’s fine.”  He stretched.  “Come here.”  Eugene put his hand out to Rapunzel.  She stood up and he pulled her down into his lap.  He kissed her sweetly.  “How was the second meeting?”
“Just like the first one; boring.”
“Mm.  It would have been more exciting with me there.”
“I’m sure.”  Rapunzel’s hand toyed with Eugene’s hair.  She snuggled into his lap.  She suddenly realized how tired she was.  She had had such a long day.  “Hey, Eugene?”
“Pleasant dreams.”
Eugene looked down at her, but her eyes were already closed.  Within seconds, Rapunzel was fast asleep.  It was almost bittersweet to look at her sleeping face.  After having so little time to themselves that day, Eugene had been hoping to have Rapunzel all to himself in the evening. Yet, watching her sleep, Eugene decided that was a good way to spend time together as well.  He hugged Rapunzel closer, knowing that nothing and no one could ever take her away from him.
Oh man......
So, a friend from high school has contacted me after four years of not speaking to me.  For no reason, he stopped all communication with me our freshmen year of college.  He apologized for all for that, for being a jerk, and that I deserved none of it.    I was just so happy to hear from him, I forgave him right away.  But, now, I'm in this weird state where I'm remembering the pain of abadonment, but also the good times we had.  I hoping we can pick up the pieces.
  • Mood: Dazed
  • Listening to: the voices
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: your heart strings
  • Eating: air
  • Drinking: air


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