Time Traveling Saxophone Haters

To the Window...

Chapter 1:

"Shut up, you're gonna get us caught"

The two snuck into the small home in Belgium, staying in the shadows. They were in clothes not from that time.

"Where's the child," the taller of the pair whispered, looking around.

"Hmm, I definitely know where he is. I'm just hiding him from you," the smaller whispered back, annoyed.

"Fine, let's just keep looking."

And that they did, kept looking. And looking, and looking, and looking, checking every nook and cranny of the two story house to find the child they had been assigned to find.

As the day grew dark and the lights had run dim, the time traveling pair gave up for the day, sneaking out and heading towards the brightly lit tavern.

"We're never going to find that wretched child, are we sure that was even the right house?"

The pair had been in this new time for almost a month, collecting information and searching for their target. They had been sure the child would live in this house, but their sources seemed to be wrong, once again. Frustrated, both considered giving up the mission, but didn't dare speak this idea out loud yet.

"Wait, wait," the taller, dark haired boy whispered, pulling his accomplice into the shadow of an adjacent house after seeing a familiar face exit the tavern. "We've seen him before."

"Wait, is that the father?" the fair haired boy said excitedly, only to be hushed again.

"Yes," the taller boy said, smirking evilly, "I think it is."

The pair followed him, staying to the side of the dirt path.

The dark haired boy was excited, after a month of searching they finally had a lead on the mission. Staying still after a particularly long glance behind from the man the pair had been following, the tall boy breathed a sigh of relief, happy to be back on the hunt.

Watching their follow-ee make a sharp turn towards a house, the leader of the pair put his arm out, indicating they would watch the man. He continued to keep his eyes him, tracking the man's steady movements towards a small hut in the back that looked to have been an unconnected extension to the house.

Watching the man walk in the doorway, the pair continued to the small hut, peeking through the space in the door,

"Who's my little Adolphe? You are, you are," he said to a sleeping child who looked to be no more than two years old.

The touching scene tugged at the dark haired boy's heart, then was replaced with the focus and lack of feeling needed to complete missions like these.

"That's the one," whisper-shouted the blonde, excited.

"Finally," the dark haired boy muttered, giving a sigh of relief.

Seeing the smaller of the pair suddenly start towards the door, the taller boy pulled him back, giving an incredulous look.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" he whispered into his ear, exasperated with his simple headed partner and his inability to think plans through.

"We found the child, why don't we just kill it and go?" he asked, responding to the question even though it had been rhetorical.

"We have to make it look like an accident, you dimwit, or they'll suspect something."

"Fine, fine, go the hard way," he said back, impatient.

The man started towards the door with the child in his hands, probably to put him to sleep.

The pair rushed towards the side, quickly out of sight.

The man glanced suspiciously in their direction, only to stop when the child started crying in his arms.

Hurrying towards the house, he walked up the stairs and set the child down into his cradle, tucking him in and giving him a soft kiss on the head.

Beside him, the younger boy scoffed at the caring display of affection, laughing slightly at the father's oblivious state

That's right, say your goodbyes, the taller boy thought.

You're just mad that he has a loving father, said the dark haired boy's subconscious , resulting in him quickly pushing the thought into the back of his mind and wiping at a single tear that had formed under his left eye.

Just as the father moved out of the room and back into his own, the two boys snuck into the house for a second time that day, suddenly seeing all the clues they had missed while being here the first time.

"I thought you checked this room."

"I did the check the room."

"Then why did you not report the signs of, I don't know, a child living in it?"

"Because the child wasn't in it," the smaller boy responded, seemingly confident in his answer, then promptly received a blow to the back of the head.

"Idiot," the other boy muttered.

They turned their attention to the baby, who was once again sleeping peacefully.

"What do we do with it?" the younger boy asked, looking at the sleeping child.

Looking past him, the older boy had an idea.

The father of Antoine-Joseph Sax came running at the sound of broken glass and a child's hurt cries from the ground floor. 

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Ooh, mystery!! Who are the boys? why are they trying to kill a child? Nobody knows... *evil smirk* Find out next week on the new chapter of... time traveling saxophone haters (dun dun dun). Thanks for reading!! Hope you didn't skip past just to read this amazing author's note, although, it is a pretty good one, if i do say so myself *smirks again* Ok, to prevent anymore smirking, I'm gonna end this here. Bye y'all :)

Nia xx