𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 - 𝙵𝚕𝚢𝚗𝚗 𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 x 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

↣ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 - 𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚞𝚗 ↢

After around half an hour or so of running, we stop and take a break, ironically stopping next to a tree that has two signs advertising the need for our capture. One of the them has the two brothers since they are never separated, and the other has Flynn and I for the same reason. The four of us are practically dying, with our hands on our knees, grasping for any sort of breath of air we can catch. We know we are deep in the forest by now. I'm next to Flynn, leaning against a tree, and the Stabbington Brothers are a few feet from us.

Y: "I...I should have stretched."

Flynn gasps next to me and I see the signs, but I don't understand his need to acknowledge the poster. Meanwhile, the two brothers are glaring at him for his idiocy, already having a feeling of where this is going.

F: "Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. This is bad. This is very, very bad. This is really bad. They just can't get my nose right."

Once the brothers finally catch their breath they stand straight and look like they are ready to go on yet another marathon.

SB: "Who cares?"

Y: "It's just a poster, Flynn."

F: "Well it's easy for you to say. You guys look amazing. Y/n looks the best though."

Y: "Shut it, Rider."

In the distance we hear loud neighing from a horses. On a cliff close by, we see the lead guard with his men on horseback. They take a second to look at us, and once they realize it's us, they run to try and find a way to reach us. Flynn stuffs our wanted poster in the satchel, and we are all once again, on the run.

We run down an incline, and to our horror, we quickly meet a dead end. But luckily, it's one we can climb. Well to Flynn only two of us can climb.

F: "All right. Okay. Give me and Y/n a boost and we'll pull you up."

I catch onto the idea and know what he is gonna do. However, the two brothers aren't naïve and also know his tricks.

SB: "Give us the satchel and crossbow first."

Y: "Are you serious right now?"

F: "Wha! I just...I can't believe that after all we've been through together, you don't trust us?"

They both stare at us with a deadpan as they don't believe his dramatics. I was being serious though, as we do not have time for these antics, and I would rather not get caught.

F: "Ouch."

Y: "Wow, thanks. Much appreciated."

Flynn takes off the satchel and dramatically drops it into Sideburns's hand, and I give Patchy my crossbow. The two brothers then create a human ladder for us to climb on, while the satchel is safely secure on Sideburns's torso.

F: "Ladies first."

Y: "Why thank you, kind gentleman."

I climb up the brothers as gently as I can, so I don't hurt them and so they can't hold it against me later. I also very quickly grabbed the crossbow off Patchy. Flynn, however, did it quite carelessly more worried about our escape. He slyly snatched the satchel and climbed his way up, even putting his foot on Sideburns's face. I heard his neck crack, which I grimaced at.

SB: "Now help us up, pretty girl and pretty boy!"

Flynn and I glance at each other with a smirk, then we look down at the two brothers and seal their fate.

Y: "Sorry our hands are full."

I show him my crossbow while Flynn flashes the satchel. We smirk as we run off, leaving them to the wolves, or the guards we should say.

SB: "What? RIDERS!"

As we run, we groan at the yell. We see half of the guards coming at us, and quickly run in the same direction, with me in front and Flynn keeping me covered with his body. I'm not sure if we can outrun them, but we will certainly try.

We hear the head guard yell out commands, and what sounds like the horse the head guard is on giving out commands to the other horses. I slide underneath the huge log first and shoot some arrows at them as they shoot at Flynn as he slides underneath the log. My arrows slow them down for a moment, not wanting to put their horses at risk. He quickly grabs me and rushes me in front of him as we keep running. He also puts my crossbow in the satchel just in case I drop it. We keep dodging the arrows and brush around us as we run, even jumping through a gap in a tree's branches. I look back and see the white, head guard's horse jumping through the gap, as the others are held up. I look forward in fear of not wanting to look back at that same horse for some reason.

The head guard speaks some words of encouragement to the horse which makes him run even faster than the past few minutes he has been running. Flynn quickly wraps his arm around my waist, jumps off a rock, and grabs a vine with the other hand. I wrap my arms around his waist so he can use both hands. He pushes off a tree so we have even more velocity in the air. We knock the head guard off the horse, and Flynn is in the saddle while I am holding onto Flynn right behind him on the horse's rear end. Flynn picks up the reins and whips them as if that would make the horse go even faster.

F: "Yah! Ha ha!"

The horse does a massive sliding stop throwing Flynn and I forward so much that Flynn ends up laying on the horse's neck and I am thrown over the horse's head and onto the ground.

F: "N/n!"

Y: "Ugh, I'm ok, I'm-I'm fine!"

The horse looks back and glares at Flynn.

F: "Come on, fleabag! Forward! We have to get Y/n."

Y: "Uh, Flynn?"

Flynn looks back at the horse and realizes that he is staring at the satchel. The horse starts biting at the satchel trying to grab it, which cause the two of them to get into a scuffle, while I get up and run after them. While I am running, I hear Flynn's protests.

F: "Stop it! Stop it! Give it to me! Give me that!"

At that point, the satchel is thrown over a cliff onto a smaller tree hanging off the side with the satchel hanging off a measly branch. They both stare in shock for a moment while I run over to the tree and start walking carefully onto it. I look back and Flynn is fighting to keep the horse away and get to me first. The horse gets to the trunk first and tries walking over to me as careful but quick as he can. Flynn stupidly tries to fight the horse while on the trunk, causing the trunk to the shake. This obviously makes me fall and hang off the side of the trunk.

Y: "Ah!"

F: "N/n!"

He quickly hops off the horse and tries to help me up. The efforts are appreciated but go to waste as the horse knocks him over trying to make us fall down the cliff. However, we hang off the underside of the trunk, quickly climbing toward the satchel. I am able to grab it in time to laugh at the horse.

Y: "Ha!"

Flynn and I smile at each other in success, only to hear a crack. Our smiles drop as we realize that there is too much weight on the tree to hold us. As predicted, the tree snaps and the three of us all fall. We all grip some part of the tree, well Flynn and I, I'm not sure how the horse would grab anything. We look at each other then down below us where we couldn't see where we would fall as we scream. There was a rock sticking out of the side of the mountain wall that cut the tree in half, splitting Eugene and I up from the horse.

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