The Throne (Prince Harry fanfic #6)

Chapter Forty-Two

Lucy was loaded up in the back of the car she assumed she had been placed in before. It was snug. She couldn't see outside. One of Mister Fawkes' henchmen had tied rope around her ankles and wrists. No clothes had been given to her, so her bra and underwear stuck out. Sighing, Lucy waited in darkness as the car started up and began to drive. She waited in the darkness for some time as turns were taken and stops happened ever so often.

Lucy curled her fingers into the knot of the road and began to work on it, which wasn't an easy task. She pulled and pushed, but the knot was still there.

The car took a left and then came to a stop. After a minute, the car turned off. Lucy laid in silence. Footsteps hit the wet pavement outside and walked along the car. It was silent besides that. The footsteps walked away. Eventually the footsteps came back, with a few voices speaking quietly, and then the trunk popped up to the car.

"It's time, Miss Smith," Mister Fawkes said.

Lucy bit her tongue so she didn't say anything rude.

Arms from the masked people grabbed her and pulled her out. They undid the knots on her ankles and arms, and Lucy didn't try to fight them. Her eyes cast outward, around the closed in courtyard. Harry was supposed to be here. She looked and looked for him.

Mister Fawkes gripped her arm. "This way, Miss Smith."

He pulled her out of the closed off courtyard and to a park, away from all cameras. Lights lit the path as she walked. Mister Fawkes held the gun in his other hand, like she needed anymore incentive to go. If Harry was really here, and if he was going to do something stupid, well, she needed to beat him. Mister Fawkes pulled her another direction, and she went.

"Do you know where you are?" he asked.

Lucy said nothing.

"Don't go silent on me now, Miss Smith. It'll be so much more fun if you participate."

Lucy said nothing.

Mister Fawkes continued to hold her roughly, and then he took a quick left. Lucy slowly recognized where she was, but she couldn't name it yet. Everything look familiar, but the pieces didn't come together. Mister Fawkes pulled her to a halt in the garden courtyard, and they waited. Other members of Mister Fawkes gang hovered around, all wearing masks.

"Where's Harry?" Lucy demanded.

"Now you speak." Mister Fawkes chuckled. "He'll be here soon."

"I'm already here," croaked a male voice. Harry took a step forward.

Lucy's eyes shot up and looked into the darkness. Though Lucy knew it was stupid to do this out in the open and in the dark, there were so many hiding places, she was happy to see Harry, but he was alone. There he was, in front of her, as majestic and handsome as ever. It took everything in her not to calm him a moron straight out, but she also wanted to run into his arms. She wanted to protect him.

"Let her go," he said.

Lucy warned, "Harry--" Mister Fawkes stuffed his hand in her mouth, so she couldn't speak. However, Lucy dealt with morons, and she bit down. Mister Fawkes swore and pushed her to the ground. The gun pressed into the back of head.

"There's no need for that." Harry took another step forward. "We had a deal, right? She goes free. You take me."

"Harry, don't you fucking dare," Lucy spat, and the gun pressed harder.

"You've been the hero, Luce, all your life. It's my turn now."

"Shut up."

"Not this time, Luce. I shut up too much, and it's not because you say shut up but it's because I never stood up and said anything. I'm saying something now." He swallowed. "Finally, right?"