How I Met Eugene

He Just HAD to Grab the Wanted Poster

Leaves rustled underneath his feet as he ran. Flynn, in a hasty hurry, tried to hide anywhere he could find. A wanted sign stopped Flynn mid sprint. He snatched it up and shoved in inside the front pocket of his precious satchel. Running from the royal guard is more exhausting than anyone could have thought. He seemed to have lost all the soldiers, but he kept running. He ran until he came upon a worn down space of grass. It was a trail.

"Yes!" He whisper yelled. He might just get away with stealing the crown from the royal palace.

He hurried down the path hoping he was far enough into the woods so that the soldiers wouldn't snatch him up and throw him into a nasty cell. He came up to a small cottage after running another minute or two. Flynn had no idea whether it was abandoned or not, but he decided to knock. He pulled a shawl over his face in case someone who lived there recognized his wanted posters.

"Ahem. Hello anyone home?" He knocked again thinking of what to say to anyone who might open the door. No answer.

Flynn discovered the door had no lock, so he went in closing the rather heavy door behind him. He pulled off the shawl and took a deep breath. "Thank goodness nobody is home. Maybe I'll make tea if they have a pot." He said to himself happily.

He walked around the cottage exploring the loft and the kitchen. He grabbed the pot and shook it to see how much water was inside. He went to put it over the wood stove, but he came to a fatal realization. The wood stove had a fire lit inside.

"Oh no. Someone is defiantly here!" He whisper yelled to himself frantically trying to wrap the thin shawl over his face and book it.

Something gripped his ankle before he even turned around. The strong grip pulled on his ankle harshly knocking him off balance and falling towards the ground. Flynn landed with a loud and head spinning thud. "Oh lord God!" He exclaimed and rubbed his forehead where he just face-planted on. The next thing he could process was a human like figure towering over him and then, WHAM!

.................

Flynn woke himself with a loud groan. Uncontrollably, his head swayed and it took him a brief moment to realize he was tied up to a chair. He wasn't in the cottage anymore. Uh oh, he thought. I hope I'm not in the dungeon at the palace!

He quickly shook himself into reality and tried to make out were he was. It was a dark room with only a lantern on and a tall figure in a dark cloak stood next to it with their back facing Flynn.

"Who are you? Am I at the palace?" Flynn asked trying to sound intimidating rather than sounding panic-stricken.

"No. Your not in the palace. Your safe until I turn you in there." The voice sounded unusually low, but almost an intentional amount of low. "Now, tell me why you broke into my home. Have you come to steal?"

"Oh no. There's no need to turn me in. I was just running, and I needed a place to hide." Flynn stated calmly.

"Were you being chased by bad guys or something?" Interrogated the low voice.

Huh? I would have thought they knew who I am. Thought Flynn. Maybe I can get away with this if they don't know who I am. "I was being chased by bad guys. I'm... Eugene. I didn't come to steal, I promise. Why would I want to steal from you and your deplorable little cottage."

"Excuse me?"

"Your excused. Now can you please, let me go and we can pretend we never knew each other?" Eugene chortled softly. He immediately came to another annoying realization. "Wait. Where is my satchel? I need that."

The ominous person stood still for a moment. The moment was long. Flynn was too nervous if he said anything else snarky, he would get pummeled. The person slowly started to turn around. The face was covered by a black shawl and a hood. They walked up to Flynn angrily and quickly.

"Uh. Are we cool here? Hey uhm... person!?" Flynn grew more fidgety with each step the person took towards him.

The person rose their foot and kicked Flynn in the sternum. He found himself falling then decided it was best to brace for impact. Luckily, the weird and mysterious creep grabbed the back of the chair before Flynn hit the ground. He was relived he didn't fall over.

"Listen here, boy," The voice ominously spoke very close to Flynn's face, "Never disrespect me, or push my buttons. I don't feel very happy by your unexpected presence, and I'm more than happy to hurt your pretty little face. Do you understand me?"

"Yes. I understand you. Im sorry for offending you and your house. May I please go? I have...family to get back to." Flynn tried his hardest to make his lies sound accurate.

The voice huffed slowly and raised Flynn upright in is chair. "No.''

Flynn had a mischievous look plastered on his face. "Okay. I'll just head out myself then!" Little did the person know, Flynn was untying the poorly tied rope knots the whole time.

He jumped out of his chair and pushed the figure over before they got to him. He spotted a door and searched for a doorknob just in time. The sun startled him and he figured out the person kept him in the shed behind the cottage. He was about to run off when he stopped because he forgot his satchel. How would he get it back though?

The person pounced on top of him knocking him to the ground. Flynn gasped for a breath and then flung the person off him. The person grunted and fell over after a good resistance. Flynn got into a good position on top of the person so he could rip their hood off. He did so and found out the weird way that the person was a woman!

Flynn turned red and immediately jumped off her. He tried not to show how mortified he was. "Where is my satchel. Im not leaving without it."

The woman kept a straight face and briskly stood up whipping out a bow and arrow. "You shouldn't have upset me, Eugene."

Flynn had no other plan then to get on his knees with both hands in the air. "I'm sorry. I need that satchel, however. It has a priceless item inside that's very precious to me."

"I know. I looked inside. What's the crown for, Eugene?" She asked circling him creepily.

"It's for my daughter," He replied soon recalling that he's only sixteen and almost seventeen. He felt utterly stupid after saying those words.

"You seem awfully young to have a daughter."

"You seem awfully female to have such a low voice." Flynn snapped.

The girl aimed the bow at Flynn's foot and let go. Flynn let out a very high pitched screech as he shot his hands straight to his foot. "LOOK I'M SORRY! I CANT HELP MYSELF SOMETIMES! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SHOOT ME!"

"Yes I did. I warned you, Eugene." She smirked seeming to feel happy with herself.

"Can you STOP calling me that? I don't go by Eugene anymore......" Flynn choked at his sentence. Oh no... He thought and cursed to himself under his breath.

"Hm. Not Eugene huh? Something seems awfully suspicious here." The girl accused and grabbed the satchel from under her cloak. "If you want this, tell me the truth."

If she found out that his wanted poster was in there, Flynn was totally screwed. His eyes widened nervously, but he kept his hands pressed to his foot not caring that the arrow was just digging deeper into his foot.

The girl huffed and went to put the satchel away in her cloak, but was stopped by a rustle of paper. Her straight face transformed into a curious eyebrow raise. She reached her gloved hand into the front pocket.

"No.. please!" Flynn pleaded.

She pulled out a crumpled up paper. She unfolded it and read the whole page. She let it down slowly from behind her face and shot her eyes directly at Flynn Rider. He just now noticed her bright green eyes. They were scary.

"You don't have a family... do you? Or children?" She questioned almost quivering.

Flynn said nothing but he couldn't stop nervously staring at her. His hands trembled.

The girl probably decided at that point that she had enough of him, so she walked quickly towards Flynn and before he could do anything, he hit the grass unconsciously.