A/N: I'm so sorry this one has been on hold for so long. It's been in the back of my mind but I've been so busy with the Daughters of Darkness chapter, as well as school and life. I am so excited for this one, and after this I only have a few chapters to go. I have almost everything planned out, but it will take me some time to write it. At the rate I'm going, with school and all my travel plans, I might be done by October at the latest. Stick around! Thank you!
They scaled the Cliffs of Insanity, Fezzik holding tightly to the princess. If she fell, he would never forgive himself. More than anything, he wanted to back out and take her with him. But he also knew that there was no way he could do that.
He then made the mistake of looking down. "He's gaining on us."
"Inconceivable!" Vizzini muttered, gazing after him.
Inigo reached the top first. "You keep using that word," he said, offering a hand to Fezzik. "I do not think it means what you think it means."
Vizzini ignored him. "You will defeat him by sword, Montoya. Fezzik, you come with me. And bring the princess, you imbecile!"
Fezzik cowered slightly but followed his boss.
"Inconceivable! He didn't die?"
Vizzini and Fezzik stared in astonishment as the man in black ran toward them. "You hide behind that boulder, and finish him when he comes around."
"Finish him how?" Fezzik asked, puzzled.
"Before he sees you, throw that big rock at his head, you good-for-nothing overgrown lump!"
Fezzik gazed at his retreating back in disbelief. "My way is much more sportsmanlike," he muttered to himself.
He picked up the rock and hurled it. It landed about five feet from the man in black. "I did that on purpose. I didn't have to miss."
"I believe you," the man muttered. "So what happens now?"
Fezzik was only just at the very beginning stages of his plan. "We face each each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons. Skill against skill alone."
"You mean….you'll put down your rock, I'll put down my sword, and….we try and kill each other like civilized people?"
"I could kill you now," said Fezzik, even though he had no intention of doing so.
"Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor."
Fezzik shrugged. "It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest." He threw the rock back toward the way Vizzini had gone. "I don't even exercise."
The man lunged at him. Fezzik almost laughed at the punch; it tickled a bit.
"Are you just messing?"
Fezzik smirked. "I want you to feel that you're doing well."
He blinked and the man was gone. He felt hands tightening around his neck. "Why do you wear a mask," He mumbled, not really thinking anymore. "Were you burned by acid?"
"No, nothing like that. It's just, they're terribly comfortable. I suspect everyone will be wearing them in the future."
Fezzik stopped to puzzle that, and the man took advantage then. Barely conscious, Fezzik fell from the surprise attack straight onto the ground. He only just registered the man's last words:
"I do not envy the headache you will have when you wake. Dream of large women."
A/N: Well here's the chapter. I know nobody reads this story anyway and I'm just doing it for me because it's fun. I know this chapter was very canon, but I plan to deviate from that in the coming chapters. I'll be finished with this story soon too. Hope you enjoyed.