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Leon

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Trapped-Drake Log

Drake smirked, his plans were great and he had yet to fail. "We hide here till night and then head down river, your learn to love traveling with me"

Cynthia rolls her eyes "Yeah right. Your rude and you kidnapped me, you knocked my husband unconcious also by the way and yet you expect me to just listen to you and peacefully tag along."   

Patch looked at the tunnel and frowned, he remembered this place and gulped a little, "Oh all the places to hide out they HAD to pick here" He edges forwards and makes his way inside.   

The tunnel is an old mine shaft, and there has already been a cave in once that blocks off a tunnel and a small cave in further down, proof this mine shaft is far from stable anymore as ever so often dust or a small rock falls down with any loud noise. There is one way in and one way out and the tunnel smells of damp water and some sort of....like someone died few weeks ago smell further back, may be wise to not venture too far inside. An old oil lamp is here and some old torch. An old open cell of some sort is slightly down a small tunnel and nothing more is there.   

Drake is here with his captive Cynthia, he also isn’t doing too well staying quiet as in his mind it’s a temporary place to sit out the rain, the rain only makes the already rotting support beams...even more unsteady.   

"The tracks lead here, sir."   

Bandit rubs his chin as the tracker stands back up. The fox like the rest of his ten man band of Ferravale guards are soaked to the bone, dressed in heavy blue cloaks. "Are you sure?"   

"I'm sure someone came in here, but I have no idea who." The weasel explains. "If it's not them, we will lose their trail with this rain." The tracks bites his lip, waiting for orders, "It's your call, sir."   

Bandit sighs. If this is a false lead they may never find Cynthia. "Send a runner back to the village, tell Blisa I am checking out the mine. You, take five beasts and keep on the other trails we picked up. The rest of you, with me." The fat fox waves and four beasts follow the head guard into the mines...   

Cynthia sits down and pouts " I rather not go with you Drake, I can sing where ever I want and not interested in being some great star singer on the western shores or some coastal place with your dumb singer group."
   
Patch follows the voices and then ducks behind a rock and peers around it, he also looks back hearing other voices and slips backwards towards the entry of the cave.   

Drake smirks "Of course you do and once you see how popular you can truly be, your thank me for it. Who needs boring old Redwall...besides as I see it, you should be with me anyways and they stole you from me. They made you think I was the bad guy."   

The sound of voices can be heard coming from down the pathway. Pine martens and rats all led by the burly figure of Bandit as they search the mines. "Break out the torches." Bandit calls. A pair of torches are passes through the group before they continue. "Jeffry, Colin, take the path on the left. Call out if you see him. The rest of you, with me." The fox says as the pine martens fall into step behind him.   

Patch almost backs into one of the guards and eeeps before backing up a little. he right away speaks "Not one of the bad ones....but I am spying on the two mice if your curious." He grins, hey he is broke "For the right price I can let ya know where they are"   

Drake raises a paw for the maid to stay quiet and looks to the sound and dim lights "Well this isn’t good" He grabs the touch near him and loosens some of the rocks, and as they fall in cases others to fall and the support beam by the torch to make a creaking noise and bits of rock and wood fall down as the mouse coughs and feels to see if he has a dagger, he does in his pocket and he gets it out.
   
Cynthia gasps as part of the celling fall down and shivers "We...we need to leave...now it’s not safe, I will go with you ok..just let’s leave please Drake....this place makes me feel uneasy"   

"Sir! The timbers!" Comes a pine marten shout.   

"Everyone out! Before the mountain comes down upon us!"   

"Bandit! Look!" One of the guards points down the hall as they round the corner. The fox's eyes flair and his sword is quickly drawn.   

"Drake!" He yells.   

"No, sir! Don't do it! We need to get out of here!"   

Despite his guards telling him otherwise, pleading with the head guard to return, Bandit stomps forward, claymore drawn, anger fueling him forward while his guards stay back. A timber falls between them, "BANDIT! The mine! The mine!"   

Patch frowns as some rocks fall and one almost hits his head"Not..good." He whimpers and decides to get out of the mines quickly.   

The shouting only makes matters worse and more wood and rock start to fall. The mouse has his dagger and narrows his eyes "Back fox and I could care less if the place is caving in, I bet it’s not!" He gets the torch too close to a support beam and the beam burns and sends smoke to the entryway, and yeah weakens the support beam so that it breaks and sends rock,gravel,wood and dust to the ground and makes a LOT of LOUD noise, dust and smoke! ITS A CAVE IN!   

Cynthia screams and barely misses a bit of burning wood from hitting her as rocks fall around her, she tries for the entry and quickly jumps back when a large rock crashes in front of her and a bit hits her shoulder. Most of the rock and wood misses her as she moved, if anything it will seal the entry to the outside and anyone unlucky enough to be right under the beam, well they are most likely dead or seriously hurt.   

"SIR!" The marten's shout is drowned out as a thick chunk of the ceiling comes tumbling down, enveloping Bandit and the room in thick dust. The fox screams and is lost in the rubble!   

Patch barely made it out to the light and coughs as he blinks, it’s raining...raining on his head and he couldn’t be happier to see rain and flowers! He chuckles and dos a cartwheel and then remembers and looks at the now buried mine entry and frowns, “Help....they need help not to worry I SHALL GET HELP!" He rushes off to do just that. Leavening the guards that survived behind.   

Drake falls backwards and gets his tail stuck under a rock and pulls it free and looks around. The touch light was put out with all the dust and he coughs as it clears to show him, Cynthia, and...great that Head Guard Bandit and oh look...one of the three guards didn’t make it out, they died...oh well like he cares as he stands up and looks around. Its pitch black in here and it takes some time to adjust to the darkness as he frowns, no light is bad...very bad, that means a limited amount of air and it looks like he is debating on panicking.   

Cynthia hugs her knees to her chest as she has a cut on her shoulder bleeding and tears down her face as she looks around "We...we are trapped in here, there is no way out unless we move the rocks."   

Drake asks, "Move rocks? You insane..." But he is starting to see how serious this is as he walks over and tries to dig a little and move some rocks, he starts off good and then more pile over top of his work as he sits down and looks defeated, then peeved.   

Cynthia has stopped crying, what good would it do as she looks around “Happy now Drake? You got us trapped in here and we will probably die in here and I won’t ever see my father....or Caleb or my friends ever again. And they won’t see me ever again"   

The ground begins to stir in front of the of the rodents. Like some savage monster out of a cheap tavern story Bandit rises from the debris, dirt flowing off of him. "Drake! C-cynthia..." He manages before falling back down into the dirt. The fox's leg appears to be trapped under a log
   
Drake snorts "Whatever...." He looks at the fox and manages a small chuckle “Your leg is trapped, funniest thing ever" He says quietly and looks for any possible way out and quickly finds none.   

Cynthia glares at the other mouse and then goes to try and dig a little under the rotting log pinning Bandit's leg. "Air is slowly going away and your laughing?" She looks at Drake and shakes her head. "This is SERIOUS"   

"D-drake..." The fox tries to lift himself up, failing miserably he claws at the dirt in front of him. "You insufferable beast. I'll..." his eyes glance to Cynthia. "Cynthia? Is that really you? If you have harmed one lock of fur on her head so help me drake..." Bandit cringes as pain flows through his leg.   

Drake snorts "I could harm you fox. that be fun seeing as you can't move too well right now"   

Cynthia nods "It’s...me. My shoulder is hurt but from falling rocks" She looks at the log and sighs unsure how to move it “The log is rotten...may be able to get it off but will take some time and I am unsure how much time we have or who all knows we are even here"   

The fox growls, he swipes his claws at Drake, striking only air. "Come closer and see how well I can move you-" Whatever curse Bandit is about to inflict upon the mouse is cut short by the sound of breaking timber. The ground shifts and settles and lays still.   

As if for the first time Bandit realizes where they are, "Please tell me there is another way out of here..."   

Drake shrugs as he stands and looks around "I don't think so...." He walks a bit around and returns "Nope....even a couple old cave ins and...well some seriously dead beast down on short tunnel"   

Cynthia says, "There is no way out unless we move a lot of rocks and old wood the support  beam was rotten and all the rain damaged it and then Drakes torch burned it the rest of the way and when it went down so did a lot of rock, dirt and gravel" She coughs a little as its dusty and for now the air is fine, but that won’t last as it will slowly get stale and then.........but they do have a good few hours left
   
The fox begins to chuckle. "It looks like, we will both be dying down here Drake. Soon your blight won't be upon Mossflower for much longer... If that means I die too... I can live with that." The foxes eyes drift to the other mouse, cynthia. Bandit frowns. There is one death he can't live with though. With a sigh he says, "WE need to conser our air. Unless you want this place to be your tomb, someone get me out of here. I can help dig us out..."   

Drake turns his back to the fox and then shakes his head "Dig you out and then what? You kill me?" He says.....but he does go to carefully start to loosen the wood around the fox's leg, he borrows a blade and lifts the board using it like a lever some. The blade off a dead guard, yeah he didn’t make it out while the other two did.   

Cynthia digs a little around Bandit's leg "Maybe someone will get help...if...if they can get to us in time"   

The fox cringes in pain as he pulls himself out. "That is going to leave a mark." He says in regard to his bleeding leg. "Don't worry. They know where we are. They will come save us... and as for you Drake." The fox growls, swallowing his pride, "You have my word I won't kill you once we get out of here."
   
There is the sound of a blade coming free right before Bandit lunges at the mouse with a hidden dagger, "I'll kill you now!"   

Drake was half expecting the blade as he manages to move out of the way, mostly as he bumps into the tunnel wall and glares, dagger ready to stab the fox in the neck if he is lucky.   

Cynthia frowns "Stop fighting ! It will only use up the air faster...can’t we just get along while we are trapped in here" She has tears go down her face, this is scary and she doesn’t want to die, she wants to get out of here. "We can go back to fighting after we are freed" She says calmly after a little while.   

The fox reaches up with his free paw to try and grab the mouse by the wrist before the dagger gets too far. Desperately he tries to rip his own weapon from the wall.   

"Work with him? Do you know what he did? He killed one of my guards! A beast with a family! I refuse to lose another guard to a beast like Drake again!" The fox's gaze turns downward to the marten laying at his feet. His eyes widen as he realizes, this beast isn't on Drake.   

Bandit's slumps his shoulders, falling to his knees. Tail twitching behind him the fox says, "And you're sure... we can't get out of here on our own?"   

Drake drops the dagger and tries to get loose from the grip "Release me stupid fox"   

Cynthia shakes her head "We need....help, we can try and dig from this side too but that’s a lot of rock and gravel. and part of the beams and not sure how safe the rest of the mine is...beasts hopefully will dig on the other side too and can get a lot more than 3 beasts . We all could die too.....who knows, who knows anything"   

The fox looks to Drake, then to his paw. Slowly, and with effort, he releases him. "I'll bandage my leg first. Then help you dig us out. We need to go in that direction. Use the logs to prop up the walls and ceilings as you go." He coughs dust out of his lungs. "At least if we die, we don't have to worry about burial costs."   

Drake eyes widen and then he glares at the fox. Its unclear if he is helping or not "If we make it out your gonna let me leave with Cynthia or else, then again if we do die whatever...like I care" He lies he cares, about himself only.
   
Cynthia feels tears come now as she sits and looks defeated   

The fox narrows his eyes. He chuffs, tearing his tabard to make a make shift bandage. He makes no reply but inwardly says, 'we will see who gets out of here alive...'
   
Drake glares "Yeah...we will won't we...most likely won’t be you, I vote me"   

Cynthia sighs and shakes her head as the two beasts argue in front of her. She looks around for any weak spots, any way out at all and sighs she can only hope help comes ………before it’s too late

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