It's Hard to Breathe

That Backfired

A/N: Sorry for the slow update, I'm just feeling a little, well, slow at this point. I'll do my best to get another chapter published within the week. Thanks for understanding and your wonderful patience. :)

Ruy choked even harder as Fintan appeared, livid behind them. "What do we do with them?" He asked, the clipped words sounding even more ominous.

"You mean, 'what do I with them'?" Gisela corrected.

"Yes, yes. Just tell me how they're going to get it."

"You know, they've done an awful lot of cleaning today, let's add to the numbers."  She mused.

The boys' faces paled, and only got paler as the punishment was delivered.

"All four of you have to get the houses on both sides of this street down to the stop signs perfectly clean. Do anything wrong, if I find any fault with my inspection, it's the whole neighborhood." It sounded like a death order when she said it, and the pranksters all nodded emphatically, relieved they wouldn't be obliterated or something like that.

"Good. Then I suggest you get to work." Gisela gave them a glare as Umber and Vespera released them.

With a nod, they scurried out of sight to get more cleaning supplies.

"Can- I- go- with- them- now-?" Ruy choked out.

"Not so fast. Fintan, I think you and I have earned ourselves a servant."

He agreed, clasping his hands together evilly.

Ruy's face, if possible, turned even paler than the boys', but that was probably due to the lack of oxygen along with immense horror.

"What?" He managed to get out before Gisela dropped him roughly to the ground upon which he clutched his neck, gasping and wheezing.

"You heard me." She remarked coolly.

"No way." He objected, scooting backward and away from the two.

"Yes." Fintan finalized, hardness in his tone making it clear there was no room for exceptions nor loopholes.

"Will I be off the hook if I do so?" He pleaded.

"Sure." The male agreed to allow.

"Fine. I'll do it, then." Ruy griped, looking extremely unhappy.

"Good. Now follow us, we're going to be out back. And you, Fintan, will have your own chair this time." Gisela glared at him as she said it, then walked off, Fintan flanking her and Ruy trailing behind miserably.

"What shall we have him do first?" The female mused.

"We could have him make us refreshments." Fintan suggested.

"Very well. Go do it, servant." Gisela clapped her hands.

He slouched off to the kitchen to get them drinks.

"Straws and ice." Gisela shouted after him, to which he grumpily took note.

"Well, this is the best idea you've had yet." Fintan stretched out, folding his arms behind his head as he reclined in the shade.

"What about the time I saved your hide during math?" She asked, opening an eye to glance at him.

"Yeah, that, too." He chose to shut his eyes and relax.

Ruy returned soon after with the drinks.

"No spilling them, come over here and set them on this little table." Gisela instructed, wearing a smile.