D’Artagnan’s POV
“Some soldiers are coming, they’re armed, and we better get out of here!”
Aramis tells us. While we run through the small roads of Calais, he tells us that he heard one of them shouting some orders. The orders where to find the Musketeers. To find us.
But I realize that there are more and more of them in Calais. I know that we won’t be able to hide forever and we can’t run either. We have to figure something out to stop them or at least find out what they want. I mean, they don’t come here for nothing, do they?
At the moment, we’re hiding in the shadows of an old alleyway, but I can hear someone coming. Well, actually more than one. I know that we will be found. It’s sort of hopeless to hide forever, we have to do something. I know that we’ll come up with a plan sooner or later, but therefore we need time. And suddenly, I know exactly what to do. It’s absolutely crazy and insane and most likely to be my end, but something tells me that it’s the right thing to do. I turn to my friends and whisper only for them to hear:
“Stay safe, I’ll find out Buckingham’s plans. Tell Constance, I love her!”
I can see the shock in their faces, they know what I’m about to do. Then, before they can do anything to stop me, I run out.
I run in the streets and make sure that I’m seen by every man who’s near. I run into the direction of the harbor. I know that I can’t escape them. My ribcage and knee hurt from being hit by the ceiling earlier. But actually I don’t intend to. It’s not my plan to flee.
My plan is to get caught.
Even though I expect it, I am taken aback by the sudden pain. A bullet has hit my shoulder. I stumble and fall to the ground, not even trying to remain on my feet. I gotta admit that I didn’t really plan on getting shot. I mean, I wanted to get caught, not killed. Well, I guess I’m still pretty lucky because it’s just my shoulder that feels like it is on fire. I can’t keep myself from groaning in pain.
Then someone grabs my arms and pulls me up. I gasp at the new pain that is caused by the movement.
I am being half dragged to the harbor. If I don’t struggle, they might not hurt me any further. I’m pushed forward and fall into a small boat. Someone starts rowing, while some other man puts my hands in shackles.
Finally we reach a huge ship and I am brought on board. Then I’m taken to him. Buckingham.
“Hey, kid! What was it again? Ah, yes, D’Artagnan!”
I only give him a glare.
“Well, you might be wondering, why I’m here, crashing your little party… It was supposed to be your wedding, right? Sorry about that. But, I gotta tell you, I have absolutely honorable reasons why I came back to France. I am here to bring a treaty to finally have peace. Unfortunately, I am not willing to give it to you yet. First I ordered to bring me the Musketeers for a reason. Now, take a guess what it is.”
I frown and mutter:
“I have no clue, what you are talking about.”
My shoulder is bleeding heavily and I can’t stop it due to the shackles…
Buckingham lets out a laugh.
“Well, you have something that belongs to me. I think you do remember that airship of mine? Where is it?”
Oh great. Just great. “Well, I would really love to give it back to you, but I’m afraid I can’t. It sort of of blown up. It’s gone.”
“But you do have others, don’t you? King Louis must have built some more. Wait, not the King, the Cardinal. He has built some, right? There are other airships!”
“There aren’t, I swear…”
“And let me guess, if there were some you wouldn’t tell me. Oh, D’Artagnan, you are so loyal and a true man of honor. But you still have to learn that being loyal and being alive are two absolutely different things. It wouldn’t have to end like this. Actually, I do like you. But you leave me no choice! Take him downstairs and lock him up. He will tell me sooner or later.”
While I’m being dragged out, I scream desperately:
“Hey, why do you wanna destroy peace?”
Buckingham turns around, frowning.
“But I don’t want to do that. You shall have peace, this is all perfectly fine by me. I just want to have back what’s mine.”
Damn, this guy is crazy. Well, today should be the luckiest day of my life, but now I’m sitting here locked up in a cell and trying desperately to stop the bleeding of my shoulder. At least they have finally removed the shackles. I press my hand against my shoulder, my clothes are drenched with my own blood and I am beginning to feel weak due to the loss of blood…
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Duty Calls
FanfictionThis story is a possible sequel to the movie "The Three Musketeers". Main charakter is D'Artagnan as usual. He gets interrupted on an importand event he is attending with Constance. To follow his duty he has to leave her and get into a new adventure...
