Someday My Prince Will Come (epic love story) (20 page)

"Stop!" Jameson suddenly shrieked at us. I frowned at whipped my eyes in his direction. He was glaring at the two of us and I could tell that he was slightly confused as to what he should
do next. His expression suddenly turned sour when he looked to Freddie more intensely. "Prince Frederick. It is so good to see you here. Now all I have to do is kill the little brat and take you hostage. It will be much easier for you to sign the papers here instead of trying to capture you at your own palace."

"I don't think so, Jameson. Like I said, surrender now, or face the consequences."

During Freddie and Jameson's staring contest, the slow ticking of the timed bomb was ringing in my head. It was all that I could hear in the back of my mind. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Then, I noticed that the gun's nub was no longer pointed at me. I rejoiced inside for two reasons; the first one, was obviously the fact that I wasn't about to be shot any moment. The second, Jameson felt that he should hold the aim on Freddie instead of me, showing that he thought Freddie would be more of a threat to him than I would.

I suddenly smirked when an insignificant plan formed in my head. Jameson was seriously mental if he felt that I wasn't a threat. I slowly let go of Freddie's hand, and I felt the alarm in his body when I did so. He didn't make it very obvious. I kept my gaze on Jameson; he was boldly directing every ounce of his attention onto Freddie, giving me the absolute advantage here.

"To surrender would be worse than death," Jameson was saying angrily. "I will never do such a thing. You and Arianne will accompany me to Monsieur Reynard. You will sign the necessary papers and then the country will finally be-"

At this moment I lunged at Jameson, thrusting my leg out and piercing him directly in the kneecap with my foot. He screamed out in alarm, and a random gunshot went off in the air. I fell onto my butt, and then screamed at the loud sound, hoping fervently that Freddie hadn't been hit. I looked up from where I was crouching against the wall and my breath picked up its pace as I saw Freddie tackling Jameson into the wall ahead of him. Freddie suddenly swung at Jameson's rock hard jaw. I winced as I heard a crack, either from Freddie's fingers or Jameson's face.

I decided that this was too much for me to watch; my hands covered my face frightened tears streamed down my face. I heard the two men struggling against each other, and this encouraged my tears all the more. I heard another fist contacting skin. I screamed in horror as I imagined blood oozing out of Freddie's mouth. The thought sickened me and nausea flew over my stomach almost instantly. I suddenly heard another loud crack, and then one of the men hit the floor with a grunt. Again, I screamed, tears helplessly running down my face as I prayed to God that it wasn't my Freddie on the floor.

It was quiet for about two seconds, except for the clicking in my head, and then I jumped when I heard someone groaning in pain. My head buried farther into my knees, and I covered my head with my arms; as if I was a three year old and doing such an action would hide me from the seeker. I heard another pounding of skin on skin, over and over again. I suddenly became curious as to why there wasn't the sound of a struggle any longer. I really can't tell you where I summed up enough courage to actually lift my eyes from my knees, but when I finally did, I was glad that I had decided to do so. My stomach lurched as I saw Freddie leaning over Jameson's unconscious body, pounding away at his face with his angry fists. I leaped over to the scene and grabbed Freddie's arm right before he was about to strike again.

"Freddie stop!" I urged, as he struggled; blinded by absolute hate. "Freddie, please, let's just get out of here. We're running out of time!" I was holding back Freddie's arm tightly, and I saw him glare at Jameson's bloody face with blinded fury. His eyes were somewhere else, walking down a path of abhorrence and revulsion. Tears started to crawl down my face, yet again, and a small sob escaped from my throat. This seemed to be all that Freddie needed to wake up from his trance. He suddenly shook his head slightly and looked at me with guilt and relief. I quickly pulled his head to my shoulder in a quick embrace.

"Arianne," he whispered urgently, but I cut him off.

"Not now, Freddie. Quickly, we've got to go; now! The bomb, hurry!" I pulled him to his feet after he nodded slowly; obviously still in a daze for mauling someone carelessly; like he just had. I ran up the stairs, blood pumping in my ears. I felt that I was a balloon, and if somebody poked me then I would burst from anxiety. We flew up the stairs, and then suddenly I saw it. My label out! I never thought that I would be so happy to see that wonderful four letter word in my entire life; ROOF. I burst out of the door and found myself on the large brown covering.

The wind was flying about mercilessly, and my happiness did a somersault through my soul when I realized why. There was a humongous helicopter waving its propellers, waiting for us in this crisp night air. I let out a cheerful squeal, and I felt Freddie's strong, warm hand intertwining with mine. We sprinted to the helicopter and as soon as our feet touched the floor, we were being lifted into the air effortlessly. The door wasn't completely closed in the flying machine, however, and Freddie suddenly grabbed the edge, trying to gain his balance in this moving contraption. I grabbed his arm to hold him in place; the copter was whirring around so fast that it was even hard for me to stay in balance. Then suddenly, a deafening boom caught me off guard and I shrieked at the pain that ruptured through my ears.

I suddenly felt a humongous wave of heat close over my entire body. It was so hot, in fact that I worried about the safety of the helicopter. What if it melted and we went falling to the ground? I realized that the building had just blown to shreds, with me and Freddie only seconds away from the mind-numbing explosion.

Then as if an afterthought to the dreadful heat, a numerous amount of shock waves burst into the fiery air. The helicopter suddenly shook at the impact of the jolt. I saw the driver grimacing when he expertly maneuvered his hands around the small steering device. Then suddenly, I heard a heart-wrenching, terrified scream. "Arianne!" My head flashed to where Freddie was crouching, and my heart stopped when I saw him losing balance; ready to fall into the sky.

I lunged out to grab him, but a nightmare occurred as Freddie was bumped out of the helicopter and went flying away, into the air. "Freddie!" I wailed in heartbroken terror. Then, as if by some immaculate miracle Freddie's hands caught on one of the steps of the helicopter, and there he hung; suspending in the sky with only two hands to save him from peril. I dove onto the floor of the machine while tears were streaming down my face from the heat, dirt, and terror.

Somehow, in the midst of all this, I wrapped my feet around the leg of the nailed in chair, so as to create an anchor. My hands flew to Freddie's wrist, and trepidation overtook my body as I clung to him, praying that he wouldn't slip.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as I clung to the love of my life's wrist, holding on so hard that I'm sure he was losing circulation. Freddie let out a scream of horror. His despair only urged my emotions on, sending me into a near hysterical place.

"I won't let go Freddie. I won't let go!" I sobbed, clinging to him with all that I had in me. I watched, frightened, as my prince suddenly looked below him. "Don't look down Freddie! Please, don't look down." The truth was, if he became frightened, then heaven knows that I would become a wreck, so I begged him to be strong, just for the sake of my sanity. Freddie screamed something to me, but I couldn't hear him over the whipping blades of the helicopter, and the air that rushed by us at hundreds of miles per second. Dazed and slightly deaf, I looked at him, encouraging Freddie to repeat himself.

"I said let go! Let go, Arianne," Freddie yelled at me. His green eyes held nothing but complete terror, but I also saw confidence written there, as well.

"Are you crazy?" I retorted. "I'm not letting go!"

"Arie, you need to trust me. You need to let go. If you love me then you'll do this for me; please. Let go of my wrist," he screamed in despair. My eyes were wild with emotion. I couldn't believe that he was telling me to do such an awful thing. I would rather die before I let him fall to his death. I shook my head determinedly. Then Freddie looked at me with the most confident and beseeching look that I had ever seen him offer. "You need to trust me, before it's too late. Let go Arianne."

I shook my head again, he must have suffered one too many blows to the head, earlier. He was completely out of his mind. I suddenly felt him struggle against my grasp, letting one of his hands loose from the metal of the helicopter. I looked at him, eyes wide and questioning and I decided that as soon as we got back to the palace, he was going straight to a psychiatrist.

"What are you doing?" I yelled, angry and confused. "You're going to die!"

"Please let go. They'll be there. Just let go before it's too late," Freddie wailed. I suddenly looked into his eyes and saw that I needed to do what he asked. I needed to let go. I suddenly nodded slowly. "Alright. I will. Tell me when," I said as quiet as I could over the noise surrounding us.

"One, two" Freddie started to count. I gulped. "Three! Let go now, Arie, let go!"

I suddenly freed my hands from his wrist and screamed in distress as I saw him plunging to the earth. I couldn't believe that I had just let go of the man that I loved. What kind of a sick minded human being did such a thing? I crawled back to the chair and sobbed; the cries wracking my body in humongous movements. I sub-consciously heard the driver angrily cussing at me in French. He was no doubt livid at me for letting go of the crowned prince at one-thousand feet over land. I ignored him and made myself believe that he was somehow alright. He had to be; he told me to trust him, I could see that he knew what he was doing.

Still, even with the assurance that I did Freddie's exact wishes, the feeling of releasing a person from your grasp in the middle of the sky wasn't exactly comforting. Suddenly, as if in a dream, I heard an echoing voice calling my name. I noticed that we had slowed down a considerable amount and the wind didn't whip around in my face as much as it previously did.

"Mademoiselle! Regarde! Regarde!" Miss, look! Look! The helicopter flier spoke suddenly. He unexpectedly started to cheer and laugh, loudly, causing me to lift my head in perplexity. I saw his finger pointed to outside of the helicopter, and I cautiously moved closer to the open door, for I needed a better look outside.

What I saw then would be in my heart forever. Think about the best thing that's ever happened to you. Think about your stomach when it churned and rolled over that one special emotion. Think of your wildest dream coming true. Imagine that feeling multiplied times one million, and you still wouldn't come close to experiencing what I felt at this moment.

Parallel to my helicopter were two more of the same model. In between the two was taut a large net, and dangling in the air above the lush green meadows and beneath the shiny yellow sun, was my prince. He was frantically waving to me with a large grin, and I could hear his deep voice blasting my name across the open space. I yelped in amazement and for the first time in what seemed like forever, I laughed happily. Relief swept over my heart, mind, body; soul like a tsunami would on a small village. How glad I was that I trusted him, how absolutely thrilled I became when I realized that I had probably just saved his life. Sooner or later, if I held on, he would have slipped, and the helicopters wouldn't be right there to catch him. It was risky, yes, it was scary, you bet, it was absolutely life-changing, of course, but I knew the reason that I had let go. Love. Selfless, true and undying love for Freddie was the only thing that brought me to trust him, like I had. I suddenly collapsed into my seat again, and tried to get used to the feeling that we had actually won. I smiled to myself as my eyes suddenly shut out of fatigue and lack of nutrition. The only word that passed through my mind before I fell into a peaceful sleep was the only name that had kept me going through all of this; Freddie.

Chapter 16

I woke up from a slight jolt. After I opened my eyes, I realized that we were landing on the roof of Freddie's castle. The events that occurred only an hour or so before flashed into my mind. I was instantly awakened and all I could think about is if Freddie was alright. As soon as the mechanical bird hit the substance of the roof, I flung my body out toward the open air. I landed on the roof and saw that the helicopter that contained Freddie was just landing. From where I was, I peered into the closed doors of the copter, straining to see if my prince was alright.

Then suddenly, as if on cue, the door opened and Freddie jumped out of the helicopter. He didn't waste a second and before I knew it, we were embracing and I was crying joyously into his strong arms.

"Arie, oh my Arianne," Freddie cooed into my ear. My arms were about his neck and I pulled him ever so much closer, savoring the touch of his welcoming arms. I can't believe how much I missed him. I can't believe that he saved me. I can't believe that we were finally safe; safe from everything and anything that came our way. We were now invincible, together.

Freddie's arms sucked me closer to his heaving chest. He was still in uniform, and I found it rather difficult to embrace him with all of that equipment on his belt. But equipment or not, I didn't care. I didn't really care if a bomb went off right behind me; there was no way that I was letting go. Not for a long time.

My tears began to subside as Freddie's embrace calmed me down. The thought of his fingers slipping from mine as I let him fall into the air, came rushing back into my thoughts. I sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling dizzy. I clung to Freddie tighter and he just rocked me back and forth, telling me softly that we were okay. I guilty thought about how scary this must have been for Freddie as well.

Putting his life in danger to get me out of that building, fighting a humongous man, jumping out of a helicopter, just to save me; this wasn't possible. What had I ever done to deserve such a man?

Reluctantly, I removed my head from Freddie's chest and gazed up into his glassy eyes. He was near the brink of crying, that was certain, so I gave him a smile and smoothed a hand down his soot covered cheek.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I whispered affectionately. Freddie grinned and pulled me against him one last time before we descended down the elevator into a free life.

I heard a knock sound on my door, and moaned, wondering who on earth would be bothering me at twelve o'clock in the morning. I looked at the digital alarm clock next to my bed and rolled my eyes. More like noon; how long had I been sleeping?

I pulled the bathrobe which hung at the foot of my four-post bed and slipped my arms into the plush material. I smiled against the fabric, rubbing my cheek against its finery. I made my way to the doors rather slowly, and figured that if anyone needed me that desperately, they could wait thirty seconds. I pulled the door open just a peep, at first, so I could behold who was intruding my slumber.

A smile lit up my face and I yanked the doorknob nearly out of its socket whilst jumping into Freddie's open arms.

"Hello doll," he cooed into my ear. I got the shivers up my spine from the warmth of his breath.

"Hi. What brings you here so early?" I said, landing on the carpet softly and gazing into his lovely eyes. He frowned at my words.

"Early? It's noon." Suddenly Freddie's face twisted with worry and he spoke, "Are you okay? Does the back of your head hurt? What about your lungs" Freddie proceeded to feel around different places on my body, and I grabbed his hands just before they trailed to the small of my back.

"I'm fine. I was just teasing you."

"Oh," Freddie said, obviously relieved. "Well, I've brought you some food, go ahead in guys," he called to some people. Apparently, I had failed to notice the hoard of people that accompanied Freddie, because a trail of maids and chefs filed into my disastrous room. Freddie took my hand and led me to the bed, urging me to sit down and relax. I did as he wished, not because I liked this sort of treatment, but because I was much too tired to argue or fight his will. One of the maids pulled open the curtains, and unwanted sunlight streamed through the atmosphere.