I BITE(Harry Styles fanfic)

CHAPTER 3 - PLAN TO ESCAPE

                    CHAPTER 3

NOTE: CHAPTER NOT EDITED

“Here it is!” Felicia said, holding up a pile of washed-out, dark fabric.

“What’s that?” I eyed the pile of old cloth with slight confusion.

“Well it’s your disguise of course!” She said a little too cheerfully as she shook out the pile, and in its place, a servants dress.

I exhaled wearily.

“Fel, you know I appreciate all your efforts to help me out and all, but didn’t I specifically ask you to try and get a guard’s uniform?”

If I was to sneak out of my room; past the guards and into the south wing, I needed a disguise that would help me to blend in and to at least partially cover my face.   A servants dress won’t be able to cover my face but a guard’s uniform comes with a helmet that can.

Her face was suddenly animated, “I tried. Kill me if I couldn’t get into the guard house to steal a uniform; there is always someone around that place. This was the best I could do in under an hour and with all the other stuff I had to collect. Maybe if you haven’t given me a time limit… ”

She threw the dress at me and it landed over my face. I gagged exaggeratingly, pulled it from my head and held it away from my body while holding my nose. “Where did you find this thing, a sewer?”

Fel chuckled lightly at my antics, “I borrowed it from one of the lower- level chamber maids. She only has two uniforms and she’s currently wearing one.”  Her eyes glinted with mirth,” Oh, and she hadn’t gotten around to washing this one before I ‘borrowed’ it. ”

That was Fel’s way of saying that she stole the uniform from a lower-level chamber maid’s laundry basket.

My mouth fell open and Fel’s light chuckle became a full blown laugh at my expression.

“What? Couldn’t you have loaned me one of yours or ‘borrowed’ a middle- level maid’s uniform? Or even a clean uniform?”  I whined.

Of all the types of maid uniforms she could have gotten, she chose a lower- level chamber maid’s! A dirty one at that! No wonder the thing smelled like a sewer, it was there when the dirty toilets were being cleaned!

  

   Lower level chamber maids did all the dirty work at the palace. I mean all the dirty work.  If someone decided to empty their stomachs anywhere in the palace, a lower level chamber maid is the one who has to clean it up. If a sewage pipe decides to burst – and this happens quite a few times during the winter - all that mater that was spilled, a chamber maid is awarded the task of cleaning.  They worked undetected; you rarely saw a chamber maid at work.   The only reason I know they existed was because of an incident that occurred a few weeks back that I will not get into right now. All I can say was that it wasn’t pretty.

“My uniforms wouldn’t be able to fit you; you’re bigger than I am in certain places. Besides, I thought it would be funny to see you dressed as a chamber maid.”  She stared at me with mock sternness, “now hurry up and get in that dress, I don’t have all day.”

I eyed the dress tentatively.

I was reluctant to put it on. I mean, who’s to say that the dress didn’t bore evidence of what the last cleanup was of? I wouldn’t want to be met with a nasty surprise.

But no matter what, I’ll have to take one for the team . . . suck it up and put on the horrible-smelling thing, I told myself. I took a breath and pulled the rough fabric over my head.

“This thing is chafing my skin. You’d think that since it’s the twenty third century they’d upgrade the clothes for chamber maids,” I complained, looking at the cloth clinging to my skin. I sighed in resignation, “Well, at least it’s not torn.”

“Stop your whining and let’s get moving, I don’t have all day and it’s almost two o’ clock.” Fel said, glancing at the digital numbers flashing red on her wrist.

“Okay, keep your panties on. Besides, it’s my role to order you around.” I said smugly.

She stuck her tongue out and playfully shoved me. “Shut up and let’s go over the plan.”

All fun and joke aside, my face became a mask of concentration.

“Okay, so the hardest part is to get out of here; past my jailers and then to get past security at the south wing. You will leave this room as you always do and head to the kitchen for the tray of food I requested. When two o’clock strikes and the current guards leave for lunch, there is a thirty second window through which I need to get out of here undetected and onto the main corridors as not to draw attention to myself, before the other set of guards come in.”

If I was caught on the rout to my bedroom then I’d be searched and that would definitely blow my cover.

“During this time, you will make your way to the south wing with the tray of food as well as a pass from Godfrey.”  Godfrey is the King’s personal man servant. He brings in his food every day; Harry trusts him implicitly.

“But I don’t have a pass from Godfrey.” Fell commented, perplexed.

I pulled out a thick cream card - with the royal seal on the back - from the night stand and hand it to Felecia. Light caught Godfrey’s signature written in silver ink on the slip of paper; the bold scrawl twinkled as the light danced over it.

Recognition dawned on Fel’s face. “How did you get that?”

“Easy, I was there when Godfrey was collecting a package for that tyrant and saw him write his signature to collect it. You know I have a knack for remembering things exactly as they were.”

“Yes, what did my great grandmother called it . . . Ah yes, photographic memory?”

“Yes. Well on my way to my room that day I snagged a pen and a paper from the stack that was to be delivered to the conference room. They really shouldn’t leave things like that lying around; people could forge passes.” I feigned annoyance at the incompetency of the palace staff.

“Anyway, back to the plan. You bring the tray of food to the south wing and to Hitler’s living quarters. The guard will ask you why you’re there to deliver the lunch and not Godfrey. Tell them that the butler is sick and hand them the pass. They won’t question the validity of your story because you have Godfrey’s signature. Hitler won’t be in his room until 2:45; he should be in a conference down the hall.

“You go in and “accidentally” slip and spill the contents of your tray and I’d be just in reach to clean it up. This will give the guards little opportunity to call another lower-level chamber maid because I’ll already be there.”

“Okay, I’ll stay on look out until you get the phone and leave a little something for the King to come home to. Well, let’s get moving; we only have half-an-hour.”

“Let’s get moving.” I said with finality.

It’s game time. . .