Author: Admetcetera PM
Lara has recovered the Jewelled Diadem from Larson and Pierre in France. Now she must return home safely with Amanda and Kurtis in tow. Tons of action and a little fluff. A ComedyAction story. TERRIBLE SUMMARY! BETTER STORY Changed TitleRated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Adventure - Chapters: 5 - Words: 2,791 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-24-07 - Published: 10-08-07 - id: 3825591
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BY THE WAY THE TITLE MEANS "Black Rain" IN FRENCH
The sun shone brightly on the dank streets of Paris. Off in the distance I could see the Eiffel Tower pasted on a gray, cloudy backdrop. A storm would soon be coming. I checked the deep pocket in my leather backpack for the jeweled diadem that I had recovered.
Hearing gunfire, I spun around to find Kurtis and Amanda jogging backwards, shooting at Larson and Pierre. "Oh Darn, looks like it ain't gonna end purty!" cried Larson with an evil grin on his dirtied face. I too drew my guns, and trying to scare them, drew a few blank fires.
Of course, Amanda and Kurtis couldn't be trusted with guns in their hands, and they weren't exactly what you'd call "Expert Shooters." They had missed all but one shot. That single bullet from Amanda's rifle had flown through Larson's cowboy hat.
"What do you want with us?" I cried, finally loading up my gun. I wasn't going to shoot if I didn't have to. I wasn't in the mood for mucking up the beautiful streets with blood today.
With a little pressure to my ear piece, I called out "Zip? Zip? Do you read me?" "Yeah, I read you AND see you, Lara!" he laughed into the microphone. "What?" I called, checking my shoulder for the mini cam Zip had installed in my jacket. It was currently dangling and bouncing off my chest, the lens turned up towards my face at times.
"C-could you possible FIX THAT PLEASE?!?" cried Alistair, "It's making me positively nauseous!" "Sorry, Alistair!" I said, tucking the camera into my button hole. Continuing to run, Amanda and Kurtis spun around, and sprinted up to flee beside me. Together we covered about three miles just evading The crazed Frenchman and his Texan Idiot Sidekick. (NO OFFENCE TO TEXANS! I LOVE TEXAS BUT LARSON IS AN IDIOT NO DOUBT!)
We had passed the Arc Du Triumph (Spelled right?) and were headed straight for the Eiffel Tower. The ominous clouds had long since covered the sun, and a light rain was starting to fall. "Oi! You little brat, come back here!" called Pierre, charging towards us. "Lara, I'm bringing the van to get you guys!" called Zip through my headphone.
In panic we all raced toward the elevator of the Eiffel Tower. We had mere seconds until the door closed. Throwing out his hand, Curtis stopped the doors, and allowed us to pass. Sliding in, Kurtis squeezed himself between me and Amanda. The elevator was stopped by a loud "CRASH!" outside. Larson had obviously failed to think before charging at a 3 foot deep steel wall.
All the same this set off the emergency alarm system, and the tourists crowding the elevator began to yell and scream for help. Used to these problems, I opened up the door on top of the car, and climbed out with the aid of Amanda. Kurtis followed, with Amanda crawling out last. I grabbed hold of one of the steel cables and began to climb.
Looking out the loose steel structuring, I saw Pierre keeping up with my pace, jogging up the steps. Larson was following behind, pressing a bloody towel to his head. Laughing at his expense, I continued to climb the cable faster. Amanda and Kurtis each held different cables close, and were beginning to climb them as well.
Finally I reached the top floor, and stepped out. Not long after came the Evil Duo. "Hehehe, we 'ave you now, mon amis!" laughed Pierre in his French Accent. "Ya'll better give us that die-uh-demmy thingy!" threatened Larson. Backing up, I pressed myself to the wall. I was surrounded. Larson had a taser, and Pierre a Mag Vega. There would be no escape.
The wind was whipping my long brown hair, and I felt light as a feather. Soon after, I opened my eyes. Kurtis and Amanda were leaning far over the edge of the platform, tears falling from their eyes. Pierre and Larson were laughing hysterically. Only one thing was wrong with this picture. They were, all four of them, growing smaller and smaller, while the ground below me was getting bigger and bigger. I was 300 feet from the ground, 200, 100, 90, 80, 60, 50…
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