|Revenge Is Cruel
Author: BlackBandit111 PM
D'Artagnan battles a man in the courtroom to save Louis and kills him; however, he doesn't know that the man Zagris had a partner, and he's out for revenge on the Gascon, going to hit him where it hurts most; his heart. Trust me, its better than the summary, I promise. Rated for sadness, some blood, some deaths (no main character death!)Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Family - Chapters: 23 - Words: 46,108 - Reviews: 52 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 05-03-13 - Published: 10-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8576404
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okay, sorry for this fill in chapter, and please, oplease comment! I'm just so...nrgh...I had a bad day today, okay?
Constance didn't know where she was, just that wherever it was it was dark, damp, and smelled terribly musty. She could hear rattling from what she assumed were chains, either around her or even on her, but she wasn't aware nor awake enough to know which. She remembered walking towards the musketeers house planning to see D'Artagnan...but then everything had gone black.
She heard whispers, and her senses a bit sharper now that she was less groggy, she grew afraid. "Hello?" She called out cautiously.
The scuffling stopped, and another feminine voice called out, "who's there?"
Constance could hardly believe she was saying this, but she answered, "I asked you first."
"My name is Annette, and I'm from a small village in Gascony. Our sons, our two sons escaped here a while ago- have you seen them?"
"I'm sorry, I haven't," Constance replied, then, trusting the woman in the dark, added, "My name is Constance."
"Constance," another masculine voice spoke up that sounded strangely familiar, "sounds...steadfast."
Constance's hope shot up- it was D'Artagnan, she wasn't all alone with a stranger! 'D'Artagnan?!" She said eagerly, gripping bars to a cage, "D'Artagnan!"
"Oh no, sweetheart, I'm sorry," Anette's voice rang out again, "that's my husband, but we have a son named D'Artagnan."
"Long brown hair, kind of short, quick, skinny, muscular, big blue eyes?" Constance described.
"Yes, that's him!" Annette called, "that's our son!"
Constance nodded in the darkness with an unbelieving smile. "Prove it!"
"We've got a daughter named Marci, and two sons named Aubin and Ceron," Annette said. Constance, at Marci's name, immediately believed them.
"Okay, okay, I got it," She replied. "By the way, your daughter and son are safe!" she could hear sighs of relief, but Constance's eyebrows scrunched together in a cute kind of way as she realized something. "Well, at least the last time I left them they were, I mean, that could've been days ago and we are talking about D'Artagnan. But D'Artagnan is just recuperating from being poisoned and-"
"Poisoned?!" Both voices shrieked.
"Ah, yeah, I walked myself into that one, huh?" Constance said. She then proceeded to tell them all that happened, softening when she had to tell them about their murdered son when sobs originated from the other side of the room, to the masquerade ball where D'Artagnan fain- collapsed valiantly and with style. (At this, both parents chuckled.)
"Well, I did tell him to get into trouble and makes mistakes, didn't I?" Bertrand said from the cage across the way.
"Does anyone know where we are?" Constance asked, rattling her cage.
"No, just we're in cages and not being fed. Water drips from the ceiling though, so we have that." Annette said optimistically.
"D'Artagnan will find us," Constance said in all confidence, "he will, I can promise it."
"We know he will, sweetheart," Annette said warmly with a tired sigh, "we know he will."
"He'll just take his time," Bertrand smiled, getting a laugh from his wife and Constance.
"I know you will find us," Constance whispered to D'Artagnan, who she was picturing in her mind, "I know you will!"
The scream was an eardrum shattering, glass cracking, head splitting kind of scream, and Athos wasted no time running up the stairs. He flung open the door to D'Artagnan's room and bursted in, to find D'Artagnan spinning in a circle wildly, Ceron and Aubin snickering evilly, and Marci watching her brother amusedly. Athos interpreted quickly that it was nothing of consequence, and breathe out the air he had been holding, sheathing his sword.
"Athos!" D'Artagnan spotted him, and looked at him desperately, "help!" He whimpered.
Athos strode forward, taking D'Artagnan's hand away from the back of his neck, to discover a leech. He wanted to laugh, but did not want to make D'Artagnan anymore embarrassed than he was; his cheeks were red as an apple.
So, he grabbed a nearby flambeau and held it close enough to the leech to make it release its hold on D'Artagnan but not close enough to burn the boy. Once it was off, he could practically hear D'Artagnan's tears of fear.
"Out of all the things he could fear," Aubin snickered again, "it's leeches!" And then he and Ceron burst into laughter. They were silenced by a glare from Athos.
"Enough!" Athos's voice rang out loud and clear, but low and gruff. D'Artagnan took a moment to compose himself again before he stuck his tongue out rather childishly at his brothers, who returned the equally ridiculous gesture. Marci watched all of this with amusement, while Athos watched it with some degree of annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Of all the stupid things to do..." He said it low enough not to be heard, but unfortunately Marcelle caught a portion of what was muttered and let loose a giggling fit. Athos smirked to her out of the corner of his mouth, making her laugh out loud.
"It's not funny!" D'Artagnan whined, but the beginnings of a smile were on his face as well. Athos knew that D'Artagnan was trying hard to stifle that.
"Why don't you all play hide and go seek?" Aramis suggested from the doorway, freeing Athos of the awkwardness, "It would certainly keep you all busy."
Marci shouted, "Yeah!" And her brothers obeyed. They didn't dare go up against her.
"Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine," D'Artagnan counted with his head in the crook of his arm, leaning up against the wall of the house, "ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen..." Reaching twenty, he stood up from his arm and glanced around the market on the still sunny day. Glancing round and finding nothing, he circled the house and checked every nook and cranny where it was possible to hide, and came up with nothing.
They had agreed just around the house, no where else; this was definitely not fair! And they couldn't have snuck past into the place. D'Artagnan huffed in annoyance, then set off around the square checking under carts and in trees, still coming up with no siblings.
Beginning to get worried, he called out apprehensively, "Aubin? Ceron? Marci?" Truly quite frightened now, and in a fever, he repeated louder, "Aubin?! Ceron?! Marci?!"
"Quiet, boy!" A vendor shouted, making our young man turn, "I saw 'em head that away!" Then he pointed in the direction of the palace.
D'Artagnan, cursing his horrid luck, nodded his thanks to the vendor and ran in the pointed place.
He reached the palace gardens which is where he found Marci. He scolded her profusely in which she shook her head and crossed her arms, and he threatened to tell Athos about this little stunt if she didn't keep right at his heel. She obeyed.
He roamed around the gardens and found nothing, and couldn't believe he was doing this, but entered the palace with Marci in tow. He searched carefully the rooms and hallways, taking care to be quiet, and instruct Marci not to touch anything. She listened to him, but D'Artagnan believed this only for the fact of the threat on telling Athos about this little escapade.
A high, girlish voice cleared her throat meaningfully, and D'Artagnan stopped in his tracks, his head stooping a bit and him hunching a bit over in knowing he was caught. Titters followed this act, and D'Artagnan did not attempt to hide his groan at knowing it was the Queen and her Ladies, undoubtedly. Titters followed this, too.
"And where are we off to, Marci?" The Queen questioned, and D'Artagnan still did not turn but knew Marci would not lie.
"To find Aubin and Ceron! We're playing hide and go seek, and we all misbehaved and went to hide around the palace anyway," Marci said this sourly, "and now he's going to tattle to Athos!"
"I am not going to tattle!" D'Artagnan stated indignantly as he turned to glare at his sister.
"Are to!" Marci shot back, crossing her arms. D'Artagnan nearly replied before remembering that the Queen of France was present, and instead removed his hat and put a tired hand to his brow. Now he knew how Athos felt...
"I am not going to argue with a six year old," he muttered under his breath. The Queen watched these events unfold with some degree of amusement, and her Ladies were silent for fear of laughing and ending the entertainment for now.
"Uhm..." D'Artagnan muttered, taking one knee, "except my humblest apologies, madame, for...well, all this." When Marci did not follow his lead, he grabbed her arm- not harshly, but firmly- and pulled her down next to him. His face was to the floor.
"Who, might I inquire, are Aubin and Ceron?" Was the Queen's only question.
"My brothers," D'Artagnan answered before Marci could, making her glare at him. The Queen raised an eyebrow.
"Well, my heart is gladdened to hear you have found, at least, some of your family. And I would very much like to converse to your face, rather than the top of your head."
D'Artagnan slowly looked at her, cheeks a brilliant shade of rosy; she heard one of her Ladies whisper to another, "Look, M. D'Artagnan is blushing, blushing!" the other whispered back in return, "oh, oh, I wish he was mine! He's so cute!" Queen Anne smirked.
She did not think of M. D'Artagnan as one good to court, however, she did believe him full of astonishing loyalty and bravery, and quite cute also. Although boisterous and cocky on the outside, the Queen could read his soul through his expressive eyes; he was actually quite shrewd for one of his age, and unlimitedly intelligent. He was not a bad looking fellow and a skinny lad; he was lanky and strategic, and she believed her King should call upon him for tactics more often. She, however, did not voice these opinions; she thought of D'Artagnan more as a little brother, or even her son whom she had not seen for very long or had gone away for a very long period of time; but she felt affection for him, nonetheless.
"hm," The Queen said daintily, "if you two run along and find your brothers soon enough, perhaps I will let this little thing slide just this once. D'Artagnan looked up hopefully.
"Thank you, milady!"
The Queen smiled down at him, saying, "You're quite welcome, D'Artagnan. Run along, now." D'Artagnan and Marci bolted upright and practically sprinted down the hall, both with relieved looks on their faces. The Queen's Ladies tittered again.
told you it was a fill in chap. They find Aubin and Ceron in the most ridiculous places...but I want to thank all the people who have previously reviews and are DEFINITELY going to review this time, RIGHT? Yeah...