My Book of One Shots

3 (Flynn Rider) A Loaf of Bread

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This is a Flynn Rider from Disney's Tangled fanfic, requested by PTVisMySaviour

Flynn's P.O.V

I run as the horses gain close behind me, my boots hitting against the stone of the bridge with heavy footsteps while I sprint as far away from the guards as I can. Yeah... Things with blondie - well, brunette now really - didn't really work out, turns out we're two very different people. And I might have pick pocketed one too many people at social events. Hey, it was a force of habit okay?! Anyway, I left the palace and therefore lost my immunity, which has henceforth lead to this chase.

"Max!" I call out in desperation with a tad of annoyance as the horse thinks I should pay at least a little for what I did. Damn horse. "Wow!" I cry out as he knocks me off my feet and onto his back, only to be saddled the wrong way and almost getting my nose slashed by a guard swinging his sword at me. "Ahh!" I yell, sitting upright and trying to turn around. Only, once I do Max turns his head to glare at me in judgement. "Hey! It's only a coin purse! I need to eat!" I say in defence as he roles his eyes, shooting off into the forest to loose the men.

Third Person's P.O.V

"Cr@p!" A girl calls out, grasping into her bleeding right ankle as she lays on the forest floor after a nasty fall. Hearing the nay of a horse coming from behind her, her (e/c) eyes widen as they search the forest for the inevitable stamped of officers to come storming through. She is homeless, poor and hungry, so wandered into a town and stolen a loaf of bread. And now she's being chased practically for her life. Hurriedly brushing her (h/l) (h/c) out of her face she makes a snap decision.

She cannot run now, not with the huge gash down her lower leg, so she grabs a hold of a branch attached to the tree which roots she fell over due to looking over her shoulder while she ran, and pulls herself up. Going behind the large trunk incase they come before she finishes, she makes sure the bread is securely in her shoulder bag. Hey, she's not going through all this for nothing! Her limbs shaking from lack of food and blood loss she begins to scale the tree with her injured foot hanging limply bellow her. She gains scratches on her hands from the rough bark while haling herself higher, lugging her useless leg up while it gets hit by branches and twigs. Sweat pours down her face while she grits her teeth in pain, pushing herself further and further to gain just a little bit more height.

Bitting her lip she finally gives up on getting any further, settling down on a branch as she tries to stem the bleeding. Wiping up the blood with a rag from her bag the guards clatter under the tree, going straight by her without so much as a glance. She sighs in relief, before hissing in pain. The gash is a good five inches, starting at the bone of her ankle, and it's not shallow either. With a grunt, she ties the cloth around her leg tightly to keep out any infections and keep in the blood before rolling her trouser leg back down. With that, she pulls out the bread and begins to eat. Finally.

This, is (f/n). (F/n) (l/n). And she's been homeless for as long as she can remember, her first memory is having people break into her home, killing her family as she hid in the kitchen cupboard above the bunker, her uncle having picked her up and pushed her inside for safety. Ever since then she's been on her own, she's had a few jobs, but lost them due to differing reasons. She doesn't like to steal, but must to survive at times.

Eating half the bread, (f/n) stores the rest in her bag for later but as she goes to climb back down, sliding off the tree slightly, she hears something... Twigs snapping and leaves rustling, someone's coming. "No, we need to find someplace to stay!" Comes a male voice, making (f/n) freeze as a horse nays. "Well what are we supposed to do? Live out in the open to get arrested and sleep in the rain!?" Looking down, she sees that it's a man on horse back, and thank god he's not a guard.