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Seals of Power
Jacqueline heard the bandit gasping for air and his hold
around her body eased if only a bit. But it was enough for
her to free herself from him and scramble to her feet. She'd
failed. She hadn't been able to kill him. It had only been
a split second's hesitation, but it had been long enough for
someone with the thief's reflexes. Why? Why had she hesitated?
He had been there and all she'd had to do was to slit his
throat with her dagger. But she hadn't. And now it was too
late. Her chance was gone and she felt that there wouldn't
occur another one like this.
The only possibility she had left now was to run. Her attempt
at avenging her father may have failed this time, but she
didn't need to get captured by the bandits to add to her humiliation.
Without a second glance at the young thieves' leader who was
now as well coming to his feet, she whirled around to run
for it. And found herself face to face with the muzzle of
a loaded pistol.
"Uhh, look, who's here. Long time no see, M'lady"
Jacqueline froze. Even without looking at the speaker she
would know who was standing in front of her. She'd heard that
voice only once before but she recognized it instantly. Although
some part of her just resisted to believe her ears. That couldn't
be. That girl just couldn't be here that quickly, not the
way Jacqueline had tied her up. And Jacqueline knew how to
"You should check ALL pockets of the folks you tie up, Missy,
especially if they're sucker for knives like me." The young
girl's smirk was plainly affable and also, strangely, triumphant.
Now she had proven her worth to the thieves and saved their
leader's life. No one would ever look down upon her as a kid
"I'll keep it in mind", Jacqueline said while checking her
options. In the corner of her eye she saw the other thieves'
approaching and she guessed that their leader had gotten up
by now. Her guess was proven right when strong hand grabbed
her shoulders and made her turn around. His eyes locked hers
though he was talking to Sarah.
"T'anks f'r de aid, p'tite. I t'ink de lady missed our estimated
company." With only a sidelong glance before his eyes returned
to the noblewoman, he told his men that he had everything
under control again. Taking both her wrists in one hand behind
her back, he shoved her towards the small hut around which
the camp had gathered. Jacqueline walked without resistance,
neither her blank face nor her stiff back betraying the turmoil
of emotions burning inside her.
Remy was silent as well on the short way to the hut, trying
to regain his composure that had been extremely shattered
when he had recognized the woman that had attacked him. And
he had no clue what to do with her now. Taking a deep breath,
he decided to talk to her first. And that was something he
was not quite looking forward to as his bad conscience ate
him up. Jacqueline on the other hand couldn't await to be
alone with him in the small hut. With all the thieves around
them, she had no chance to free herself and get another shot
at him, but when alone, the odds would change to her favor.
And playing the shocked, weak noblegirl would leave him inattentive
enough to try a surprise attack.
But though she could tell from the expression on his face
that he hadn't expected her to lash out at him when she did
as soon as he had closed the hut's door, she had to give him
- again - credit for his reflexes. Before she had even realized
that she had failed again, she felt one strong arm around
her waist while his other hand tried to grab both her wrists
again. She heard him panting as she struggled in his embrace
and he tried to keep her in check. She stood still for a moment
only to stamp her heel on his foot as soon as his grip had
eased. He shoved her towards a chair and limped towards her,
taking a string from the table as he passed it. Angrily, he
forced her hands behind her back before she had recovered
from his blow.
As the thief kneeled down behind the chair's back to bind
her hands, he let out the air he didn't know he'd been holding
and forced himself to cool down a bit. As he was finished
and had checked that she couldn't escape, he walked around
the chair to face her.
"Look, p'tite, I'm sorry about that, I didn' mean t'hurt
you, or push dat hard, but y'have to be reasonable. If you
go on kickin around like dat, I won't be able t'keep my men
from killin' ya."
"Like you care! Like you DID care when my father died!" She
was too enraged to notice his wince and his sudden inability
too look her into the eyes.
"Dat was an accident..." He answered evasively.
"An accident???" she screamed. "Taking a person's life can
never be an ACCIDENT!"
"I never wanted anybody t'get hurt. Y'have to believe me,
I'm really sorry."
"Oh ... I see, you are a NOBLE thief, some kind of Robin
Hood." her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, wake up,
you bastard! You're nothing but scum! And I will see the day
they hang you for your crimes, if they estimate you worthy
enough for the string. And I will laugh!"
His eyes narrowed as he leaned over her and gripped her shoulders
as if to shake the stubbornness out of her. His voice was
dangerously calm as he spoke.
"Y'should watch dat mouth of yours, lady. No one's birth
gives em de right to judge anot'er person. I might not be
spending my time with hunting and dancing at balls, but that
doesn't make me scum!"
"No, only your killing people does!" she shouted angrily.
He stared at her for another second, then turned brusquely
and stormed out of the hut.
Chatton watched with a grin as LeBeau left the hut and punched
his fist into the next tree. When he grabbed the rein of his
horse and pulled himself on it's unsaddled back and rode away
in a fierce gallop, he knew that the angry young man wouldn't
be back for a while. Casually, he walked towards the hut,
expectation speeding his pulse. As he opened the door, her
head flung up, anger still burning in her emerald eyes. As
she realized it was not the thieves' leader, anger was replaced
"Who are you." she demanded in a voice that was reserved
for the aristocrats. Chatton only grinned and closed the door.
He strode to the table casually and picked up stuff only to
lay it down again after taking only a glimpse at it, closing
in on her by the way.
"Yer nightmare." he said lightly while pretending to intently
study a framed picture that he had taken out of a bag, then
he shrugged and threw it back in. Finally his attention turned
towards Jacqueline an he gave her an almost friendly smile,
his eyebrows lifted as if he couldn't await her reaction.
That came promptly. She snorted with all the disgust versus
the bourgeois class that had been drilled into her in the
convent of Montmiraille. Thought patterns, that weren't her
own, but that she had learned by heart to please the conventional
nuns and make her life more bearable, kicked in as automated
defense, as if her birth would keep her as safe here as it
would in the king's palace.
Chatton only laughed. An uncomfortable, grumbling sound,
that sent shivers down Jacqueline's back, though she still
kept it straight and wouldn't let her face betray the fear
she felt in the company of the manbeast that radiated violence.
Nonetheless, he noticed the split-second's flicker in her
eyes and squat down in front of her, grinning wolfishly.
"'Fraid?" he asked innocently and pulled her head back by
"Not in the slightest." she answered with a pressed voice,
then gasped as he tore at her ponytail even harder.
"Y'should be." A last violent haul at her hair had her fall
on her side and land painfully on her shoulder, and since
her hands were still bonded, she could do nothing to cushion
the fall. With a feral growl Chatton pulled away the chair
that had almost crushed underneath her from the impact. Then
suddenly, he laid upon her, his weight forcing the air out
of her lungs, while his mouth and his hands conquered her
body. Jacqueline struggled as desperately as fruitlessly and
tried hard to fight down the panic. There was no use in exhausting
her powers like that, she had to concentrate them in a single
blow. That much for the plan. The reality told her that even
if her hands had not been bond, she wouldn't stand a chance
against this horror come to flesh.
Chatton sat up on her, his thighs pressing her hips together
violently and let a finger trace down the line of her collarbone.
"Y'know, I really enjoyed killin' yer father. Maybe I would
have even done it without LeBeau's order. The kid may be a
dick, but he knows how ta make a party out of work."
Jacqueline was too numb to even gasp, she just stared at
the thief's smirking face wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open
slackly. She didn't even notice the man tearing up her blouse,
ripping it into shreds. She didn't notice him stopping in
his tracks, didn't hear the gasp of surprise as he stared
unbelievingly at the silver bracelet she was wearing around
her upper arm. She noticed none of these things as a dark,
cold hatred crawled it's way up from the deepest recesses
of her soul and suffocated her fear, while concentrating all
her might in one rear that sent him flying towards the floor.
Jacqueline felt her chin tremble with uncontrolled rage, her
eyes shooting lightenings at the man that was already rising
again. The surprise was gone from his face and had given way
to a complacent grin. Quickly, he grabbed her upper arm and
took a closer look at the bracelet, ignoring her struggling
while closing her mouth with his free hand.
"So yer kept somethin' from us, eh? Well, I can still take
this later, let's have some fun first." He pulled her close
in a rough grip, his strong arms that enclosed her like iron
bonds preventing any resistance.
Continued in Chapter Six.
Important Note: We noticed that
accidently two versions of 'seals of power' #3 were posted,
one of them is incomplete. We corrected the mistake on every
webpage we're archived on that we know about. Please look
out for the right version to get the full scope of the story.
SORRY!!!! (blame Kaze ^_-)
- Michi is innocent!! really completely innocent!!!!!!!!
> (well, not completely, but in this case..... ^________-)
Yeah, okay, I admit it, it was dumb me that posted the wrong
version, but hey, if Michi'd lift her a$$ and post herself
only ONCE, she MIGHT do a mistake herself as well ^_____-
- phh I don't know the people to whom we sent our story,
so it's your job to post, to write, to correct my mistakes,
to bring me food, to pay me, to wash my car.....
> Oh yeah, and it's your job to get all pissy when you're
not properly credited ^______-
- hai! (jap. yes)
it is my job to think of the twists in the story *gg* (wait
till later chapters, which will be available .. hm.. let's
say 2010 *eg*) and to look good in spandex (oops that was
Scott's line I guess ^^;;)
> yeah, twists and turns like making Rem a drug-addict, having
Jacky eaten by a shark, having Warren STUDY how to be an asshole
... and that was not Scott's line, Scott's line will be...
uhm, wait till later chapters (in case I let Michi have her
version of him *ooops*)
-> that was a spontaneous creative ...
uhm ... stroke. Maybe you can imagine now why our plots are
so immensly ... funny ^_- (ten minutes of plotting, 30 minutes
of 'Akugi' (= the 'evil seals of power' that we might even
publish someday) and 20 minutes of lying in the sun, eating
icecream and praising each other's talents ^__-)
- you forgot running down the jerks in our town that takes
about half the time ^___- *nyahahahaha* (<-- Michi is rotfl)
> Ain't she evil??? *sighs proudly*
- I had a good teacher *looks at Kaze* =^.^=
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