I'D RATHER BE WRONG //open to all//

((Third time's the charm: let's hope this doesn't die. I shalln't allow it!))

His eyes flung wide open. His breathing was hard and his heartbeats were intense, rapid. It felt like his heart was just about to burst out of his chest any minute now, and he himself would have probably believed it if he was still a kid. Light immediately struck his eyes and, for some reason, he felt pain. Damn, why did he feel like a royal carriage had just run over him? The man shut his eyes close, slowly acknowledging those screaming signals of pain his body apparently enjoyed to thrust around. His limbs ached; hell, his whole being felt like it was just set on fire... not that he actually knew how that felt, but he was certain that it was close enough to what he was going through.

Slowly recovering his senses, he could feel something hard against his back and it was unexpectedly delightful. The man let out a single grunt, caressing the cold street of concrete that laid beneath his body. He opened his eyes once more, squinting at first as they gradually adjusted to the light. What the hell was this place? And, more importantly, how had he gotten there? He took a deep breath, blinking a couple of times until his eyes felt no blinding pain anymore. It seemed like he was on some sort of city, but definitely not one he had visited before. He glanced around, taking note of the cobblestone walls and the abundance of brown roofs.

Nope, this was definitely not the Kingdom of Corona.

The thief attempted to remember recent events; he was certainly confused by now and, even though he wouldn't say it out loud, knowing his surroundings would put give him some peace for the time being... at least until he could figure out a way out of this place. And, as he pondered, Flynn Rider begun to recall some of his newest memories: there were the Stabbington Brothers, yup those guys probably hated him now; there was the nice, small crown he had stolen with the pair's help before he ditched them in the forest; and there was that cursed cobblestone tower he had climbed before meeting that crazy b-

Dammit.

"RAPUNZEL!" And as quickly as he would have under a royal ambush, Flynn rose from the sidewalk, ignoring the pain that had just emerged from such quick and sudden movements. He turned around, desperately looking for any sign of her long, braided blonde hair among the structures nearby before calling out her name once again, this time with more intensity.

Those... things... those monsters... they couldn't have gotten her, could they? He had been protecting her with his own body; they would have needed to deal with him before even finding themselves capable of reaching her. If he was still alive, then Rapunzel was definitely still around. She couldn't be... no, she absolutely couldn't. But then again, what if he himself wasn't exactly "alive"?

Calm down, Eugene, calm down. There's no need to panic, no need to start freaking o-[/color] Suddenly, without any warning, the thief heard footsteps from a parallel street... coming closer... closer... closer to his current position. Alrighty... this is definitely the time to start freaking out.

Slightly turning his head, Flynn was able to catch a glimpse of an object not that far from where he had "landed". He quickly approached its location and, upon closer inspection, realized that it was nothing but a weapon he had wielded recently. An unorthodox weapon, to be exact. Rapidly trotting toward the end of the street, Rider held the frying pan high, his back against the wall as he prepared himself to smack any hostile company...