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Summary: Ok, first the title was suppose to be the Woman in the black heels and the FRIENDSHIP found but it wouldn't let me type it so, I changed it a little. Ok this is my first posted fic. So please review. ~ Marguerite runs off and into as always trouble. But his time trouble might give more than she could have ever dreamed she'd find in the lost world. You be the judge.
!!SO ENJOY AND REVIEW!!
Tears welled up in Marguerite's eyes as she ran to the elevator.
"Marguerite!" Roxton yelled trying to stop her before she reached the elevator. He just missed her as she turned away and went down.
He impatiently pushed the lever waiting for it to come back up.
He ran over to the railing when it didn't come. "Marguerite! Wait just a minute! Come back here! MARGUER-RITE!!" Roxton shouted over the railing from the tree house as she ran off into the forest.
He ran back to elevator, which hadn't come back up yet.
"What the hell?" he said pulling the lever.
He ran back over to the railing, he looked under the tree house; Marguerite had twisted a branch in the elevator cord stopping it from coming up.
Roxton's eyes widened in alarm," MARGUER-RITE!!"
"What is all the yelling about?" asked Challenger coming out of his lab.
"Marguerite got mad! And has gone and ran off!!" said Roxton pacing angrily, slamming the elevator lever.
"Where is she now?" said Ned, stating the obvious, that she wasn't there
"She went into the jungle, alone!"
"Alone?" said Challenger surprised he hadn't gone after her.
"Yes! She-she broke the damn elevator!"
"She what!" said Veronica, her coming from the upstairs.
"She stuck a branch in it! " Said Roxton pointing quite upset,
Veronica leaned down into the elevator shaft.
"This is alright I just have to pull the branch out."
"Well?!"
"OK?" said Veronica "I have to get the tools"
"Of all the nerve of that Lord Roxton!" fumed Marguerite briskly wiping the tears from her eyes as she stomped farther and farther away from the tree house.
"What is taking so long!" growled Roxton.
"Give Veronica a chance John, it's not her fault there was more damage than we anticipated."
"I know I know but you know how-"
"Yes Roxton, don't worry she can't have gotten very far"
(Marguerite, to what would have been her own surprise had traveled several miles before she sat down over come with physical and emotional exhaustion.)
'Why do I let him get to me so, why do I always get myself into these situations.' She meditated on these thoughts awhile, before hearing the roar of a T-rex near by.
"I guess it's time I get out of here, that's me always on the go" she commented walking onward, looking back nervously.
"What are you looking at George?" asked Ned.
Challenger looked up from a small yellow book he was reading.
"Oh I was just looking over some of Summerlee's journals." He said this, standing up and a few pieces of paper fell from the book.
"Well what do we have hear." Said Challenger picking up a few pictures of a young woman.
"Is that who I think it is?' said Roxton not believing.
"Yes I do believe that is Ms. Fox," said Challenger smiling.
"Maverick Fox?" said Malone suddenly.
The two older men looked at him surprised he knew of the nickname.
"Why-err-yes" said Challenger
"What did you say Ned?" yelled Veronica up the shaft.
"Nothing!" Malone yelled back. "Why would Summerlee have a photo of Mav-I mean Miss Fox"?
"Well Summerlee was Ms Fox's godfather, more of a father I would say though, especially over her real one. She spent most of her time with him."
"Where were her real parent's?"
"Her father was to busy worrying about money and her mother was to busy spending it."
"They died didn't they?"
"Yes of malaria on one of her fathers great business excursions. That's when she inherited the family business and the fortune. She turned that business upside down, and for the better."
"Yes a real cut throat," commented Roxton.
"I met her once with Summerlee much younger then though, she seemed very sweet, not very trusting if I do recall, but a little dear she was"
"Did you do business with her Roxton?" asked Ned
"No but I had friends who did, she certainly was demanding."
"But she was a woman?" Ned asked
"That was another thing. Her fathers second in command tried to take the business from her. She helped defend herself and ended up getting him thrown in jail. She was a woman but she was good at what she did, very bloody good."
Marguerite was getting slightly nervous; her nerves on edge to begin with. She heard the T-rex getting closer and closer. She was walking backwards and almost walked right through a dinosaur nest.
"Oh dear" she said moving back; she looked there were nests everywhere. She was about to turn back when she heard the rex again and carefully walked around the nest.
Now she heard a much louder roar from behind her. She carefully turned around and started creeping backward, until she felt her foot give was and she fell strait down! Till she hit the bottom but felt herself slipping. She grabbed at the walls of the tunnel, but the walls were wet and her grip slipped and she slid down through a large tangle of twists and turns, hitting herself against the walls of the cave several times.
Finally she fell out of the casum. Onto a pile of dead leaves and sticks.
"Ah!" she groaned as she felt her whole body ache.
She got up and realized her hat was gone.
"Fantastic" she complained pulling leaves from her cleavage looking around to see where she was.
She stopped as she heard something behind her.
Roxton checked his guns for a fifth time and shifted his hat. This was taking to long. 'Who knows what trouble Marguerite is getting into out there?' He thought.
Marguerite shot one of the five ape-men as it ran toward her again.
Another ran up behind her with a weapon, another shot. Then one of ape-men tripped her from behind forcing the gun from her hands.
Then he and another picked her up by the forearms. The third and last left brought an axe type looking thing over to where the two other ape men held her off the ground.
"Can't we talk about this like civiliz-well I suppose we can't, but please no! Wait we can-! NO!!" Marguerite screamed as the ape-man raised his axe.
Roxton jerked his head up. "Did any of you hear that?" he asked looking around at the baffled faces.
"I have a bad feeling George, Veronica!"
"I'm finished it's coming up!"
The ape-man raised his axe and suddenly three raptors jumped into the clearing.
Marguerite and the ape-men stopped and looked at the raptors a second.
Then they all screamed out in terror.
"Finally" said Roxton walking from the elevator swiftly.
"I wouldn't worry Roxton, knowing Marguerite she found a stream to cool off somewhere." Said Challenger
"I hope your right," Roxton tried to chuckle
Then a blood-chilling scream was heard throughout the valley.
"That's Marguerite!" said Roxton his voice very critical. He tried to listen to see where the scream had come from, but it was echoing off the mountains. In panic and desperation he ran into the jungle.
"John!"
"Roxton wait!"
Said the others running after him.
"Marguerite!"
The ape-men dropped Marguerite on the ground, a raptor tried to attack the ape-with the axe, but he swung it and slay the beast there and ran off in fright.
Another raptor leapt upon another ape-man and killed it piercing it in the back with its dewclaw. Then it turned and looked at Marguerite she had started kicking, backing away toward her gun, but the animal grabbed her foot and flung its head taking her off the ground and into a tree, she landed on the roots of the tree hitting her head on a large rock rendering her unconscious.
The raptors came toward her when something came flying out at them; they leapt on it immediately breaking it open and devoured it.
Then a t rex stomped into the clearing; the raptors fled the rex after them.
"She could be anywhere! Damn this!"
"Settle down Roxton, we don't even know if that was Marguerite" said Veronica trying to be reassuring.
He just glared at her, she knew it, he knew it they all knew it, but now what were they going to do.
A woman's figure stepped out from the shadows, over to Marguerite' body, she was about the same age. A long braid running down her back, she wore black swayed English heeled boots on her feet. She leaned down over Marguerite and turned her over gently supporting her head.
Roxton's heart was on fire his adrenaline was running non-stop.
'This is my entire fault, how could I have been so stupid. I made her cry, Marguerite cry, of all the emotions I've tried to get her to express that is not one of them.'
"So who were you talking about upstairs, Whipper I believe you said" said Veronica.
"Oh" said Challenger, and he reached into his pack and pulled out one of the photos.
"You brought it with you?" said Ned
"Well- this is-yes -this is the woman we were speaking of, a regular tycoon back in England"
"Not shy is she" commented Veronica looking at the picture.
"Well Madam Fox was very unique."
The photo was of her sitting is a fancy dress legs crossed with a slit all the way up to her guarder belt.
"Actually that was one of her trade marks. Soon after she made the family business a success she was invited to a party, her escort closed the dress in the door of the car and it tore. She just shrugged turned in the inside of the tear and continued on into the party." (The dress was red)
"She is back in England?"
"Oh no, she disappeared five years ago, she was on a ship back to London and a storm came about and the ship was lost. No survivors were found. Summerlee was quite heartbroken"
Roxton continued to push on. Relentless.
The circled for hours, Roxton's temper rising.
"John-" someone started but-
"Marguerite I swear to god if this is a joke because you're angry with me! -" He shouted out into the jungle.
"I'm sorry then, come on!" he shouted hoping to see her jump down from a tree or come from behind a rock that usual smirk of victory on her face. But she didn't come and Roxton stood his face solemn.
Marguerite stirred and shook with fever, as the young woman whipped her head.
"Roxton it's dark we can't even see in front of us, we have to stop" said Veronica.
"We can't stop! She could be out there, she could need us, need me- she could be hurt or-–" he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Everyone looked at the ground.
"Marguerite is very resourceful Roxton I'm sure she's fine," said Challenger trying to reassure his friend.
"Yeah, I'm sure whoever tries to tangle with Marguerite especially in the mood you said she's in is probably is serious trouble right now." Joked Ned.
"I am quite sure," said Veronica
"Ok" said Roxton "Ok"
And they settled for camp.
Roxton lie down on his blanket, and stared up at the sky. He couldn't stop thinking about the terrible things he had said and the terrible things to Marguerite and all the things she was alone with in this darn jungle.
Why couldn't he be there for her to protect her, because he would have to protect her from himself?
Dawn peaked up over the plateau and Marguerite slowly came into consciousness. She saw a figure above her,
"John?" she said hoarsely
Then the figure came more into focus. It was a woman, a pretty woman with dark blue eyes and soft light chestnut hair running down her back in a long braid.
"Who are you?" she said more hoarsely than the first time she spoke.
"Shhh," said the woman wiping Marguerite's head "I'm a friend, don't worry or at least try not to. My name is Deanna "
Marguerite tried to get up, with no success.
"Well I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Deanna knowing all the reasons she would have for getting up.
Deanna eased her back down.
Marguerite's face was expressionless.
Deanna looked at her,
" I can understand that you don't trust me, but at this point you have no choice. I'm helping you whether you like it or not! Besides you'll have plenty of time to run off and get into more bloody trouble when you are better. So sit back and rest!" she said in a decisive tone.
Marguerite's face softened, trust was not something that ever came easy to her if it came at all, but this woman was right and she was different somehow. Marguerite couldn't figure it out but she thought she did trust this woman even so soon. She nodded and sat back
"Well then now," the woman sighed looking up from what she was doing, what is your name?"
Another day and night went by without any sign of Marguerite.
"I can't, I won't believe it, we can't go back!" stormed Roxton.
"Just because we are going back doesn't mean we are giving up," said Malone.
"That's right, we just need to go back for supplies"
"We have less of a chance of finding her if we aren't prepared." said Challenger trying to sound rational.
"Then I'll stay out, I'll keep looking! I never did ask anyone to come with me!"
"But we are telling you to come with us," said Veronica
"It's one of your own rules to not go out into the jungle alone" said Challenger
"Plus your ill prepared, even if you did find her, you don't have enough- well-anything that could help her if she needs helping."
"And perhaps she might even be back at the tree house waiting for us. Wouldn't that be a nice thing?" said Ned trying to sound optimistic.
"She would be awful angry to be left there by herself for so long." Said Veronica.
Roxton lowered his head into his hands a minute, "fine"
And they headed back to the tree house to regroup.
"I can't believe I didn't recognize you at first" said Marguerite
"Why?" Deanna laughed leading the tiny horse, Marguerite atop it her foot bandaged in several blankets rapped together in vine.
"Well your you!"
"And you are you Miss Krux."
"I suppose," she laughed, then she winced her leg was in bad shape and she was extremely tired.
"Don't worry," said the woman "we'll be there soon".
Soon the ground flattened out and they walked through the forest with relative ease.
By this time Marguerite was extremely groggy and swayed a few times atop the horse.
Soon she saw what she thought was a house.
'A Victorian house, with windows, colors and everything perfect down to the flower boxes, but it's not possible. .' Thought Marguerite till her sight blurred and she passed out.
"Ah!" said the woman looking back and catching Marguerite as she fell off the side of the horse.
"Oh!" she cried as she felt herself losing her balance.
Roxton watched in great distress and aggravation as the rain poured down outside.
"It's really coming down out there isn't it?" said Malone coming over to Roxton.
Roxton just glared.
"I don't know what to say, we'll find her. I mean you found me and I was-" he stopped realizing what he was saying.
"Dead" Roxton finished getting up and walking off back to his room.
Veronica just shook her head at Ned.
Author's notes: Ok so not much to start with, or to get you interested. But I think it's good. At least in my head it is. If you have any suggestions for the later chapters, please tell me in your review. Because I know YOU will ALL REVIEW! Right? RIGHT!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World, or any of its story's or characters. So don't sue cause I never said I did and you'll lose.
Summary: Ok, first the title was suppose to be the Woman in the black heels and the FRIENDSHIP found but it wouldn't let me type it so, I changed it a little. Ok this is my first posted fic. So please review. ~ Marguerite runs off and into as always trouble. But his time trouble might give more than she could have ever dreamed she'd find in the lost world. You be the judge.
!!SO ENJOY AND REVIEW!!
Tears welled up in Marguerite's eyes as she ran to the elevator.
"Marguerite!" Roxton yelled trying to stop her before she reached the elevator. He just missed her as she turned away and went down.
He impatiently pushed the lever waiting for it to come back up.
He ran over to the railing when it didn't come. "Marguerite! Wait just a minute! Come back here! MARGUER-RITE!!" Roxton shouted over the railing from the tree house as she ran off into the forest.
He ran back to elevator, which hadn't come back up yet.
"What the hell?" he said pulling the lever.
He ran back over to the railing, he looked under the tree house; Marguerite had twisted a branch in the elevator cord stopping it from coming up.
Roxton's eyes widened in alarm," MARGUER-RITE!!"
"What is all the yelling about?" asked Challenger coming out of his lab.
"Marguerite got mad! And has gone and ran off!!" said Roxton pacing angrily, slamming the elevator lever.
"Where is she now?" said Ned, stating the obvious, that she wasn't there
"She went into the jungle, alone!"
"Alone?" said Challenger surprised he hadn't gone after her.
"Yes! She-she broke the damn elevator!"
"She what!" said Veronica, her coming from the upstairs.
"She stuck a branch in it! " Said Roxton pointing quite upset,
Veronica leaned down into the elevator shaft.
"This is alright I just have to pull the branch out."
"Well?!"
"OK?" said Veronica "I have to get the tools"
"Of all the nerve of that Lord Roxton!" fumed Marguerite briskly wiping the tears from her eyes as she stomped farther and farther away from the tree house.
"What is taking so long!" growled Roxton.
"Give Veronica a chance John, it's not her fault there was more damage than we anticipated."
"I know I know but you know how-"
"Yes Roxton, don't worry she can't have gotten very far"
(Marguerite, to what would have been her own surprise had traveled several miles before she sat down over come with physical and emotional exhaustion.)
'Why do I let him get to me so, why do I always get myself into these situations.' She meditated on these thoughts awhile, before hearing the roar of a T-rex near by.
"I guess it's time I get out of here, that's me always on the go" she commented walking onward, looking back nervously.
"What are you looking at George?" asked Ned.
Challenger looked up from a small yellow book he was reading.
"Oh I was just looking over some of Summerlee's journals." He said this, standing up and a few pieces of paper fell from the book.
"Well what do we have hear." Said Challenger picking up a few pictures of a young woman.
"Is that who I think it is?' said Roxton not believing.
"Yes I do believe that is Ms. Fox," said Challenger smiling.
"Maverick Fox?" said Malone suddenly.
The two older men looked at him surprised he knew of the nickname.
"Why-err-yes" said Challenger
"What did you say Ned?" yelled Veronica up the shaft.
"Nothing!" Malone yelled back. "Why would Summerlee have a photo of Mav-I mean Miss Fox"?
"Well Summerlee was Ms Fox's godfather, more of a father I would say though, especially over her real one. She spent most of her time with him."
"Where were her real parent's?"
"Her father was to busy worrying about money and her mother was to busy spending it."
"They died didn't they?"
"Yes of malaria on one of her fathers great business excursions. That's when she inherited the family business and the fortune. She turned that business upside down, and for the better."
"Yes a real cut throat," commented Roxton.
"I met her once with Summerlee much younger then though, she seemed very sweet, not very trusting if I do recall, but a little dear she was"
"Did you do business with her Roxton?" asked Ned
"No but I had friends who did, she certainly was demanding."
"But she was a woman?" Ned asked
"That was another thing. Her fathers second in command tried to take the business from her. She helped defend herself and ended up getting him thrown in jail. She was a woman but she was good at what she did, very bloody good."
Marguerite was getting slightly nervous; her nerves on edge to begin with. She heard the T-rex getting closer and closer. She was walking backwards and almost walked right through a dinosaur nest.
"Oh dear" she said moving back; she looked there were nests everywhere. She was about to turn back when she heard the rex again and carefully walked around the nest.
Now she heard a much louder roar from behind her. She carefully turned around and started creeping backward, until she felt her foot give was and she fell strait down! Till she hit the bottom but felt herself slipping. She grabbed at the walls of the tunnel, but the walls were wet and her grip slipped and she slid down through a large tangle of twists and turns, hitting herself against the walls of the cave several times.
Finally she fell out of the casum. Onto a pile of dead leaves and sticks.
"Ah!" she groaned as she felt her whole body ache.
She got up and realized her hat was gone.
"Fantastic" she complained pulling leaves from her cleavage looking around to see where she was.
She stopped as she heard something behind her.
Roxton checked his guns for a fifth time and shifted his hat. This was taking to long. 'Who knows what trouble Marguerite is getting into out there?' He thought.
Marguerite shot one of the five ape-men as it ran toward her again.
Another ran up behind her with a weapon, another shot. Then one of ape-men tripped her from behind forcing the gun from her hands.
Then he and another picked her up by the forearms. The third and last left brought an axe type looking thing over to where the two other ape men held her off the ground.
"Can't we talk about this like civiliz-well I suppose we can't, but please no! Wait we can-! NO!!" Marguerite screamed as the ape-man raised his axe.
Roxton jerked his head up. "Did any of you hear that?" he asked looking around at the baffled faces.
"I have a bad feeling George, Veronica!"
"I'm finished it's coming up!"
The ape-man raised his axe and suddenly three raptors jumped into the clearing.
Marguerite and the ape-men stopped and looked at the raptors a second.
Then they all screamed out in terror.
"Finally" said Roxton walking from the elevator swiftly.
"I wouldn't worry Roxton, knowing Marguerite she found a stream to cool off somewhere." Said Challenger
"I hope your right," Roxton tried to chuckle
Then a blood-chilling scream was heard throughout the valley.
"That's Marguerite!" said Roxton his voice very critical. He tried to listen to see where the scream had come from, but it was echoing off the mountains. In panic and desperation he ran into the jungle.
"John!"
"Roxton wait!"
Said the others running after him.
"Marguerite!"
The ape-men dropped Marguerite on the ground, a raptor tried to attack the ape-with the axe, but he swung it and slay the beast there and ran off in fright.
Another raptor leapt upon another ape-man and killed it piercing it in the back with its dewclaw. Then it turned and looked at Marguerite she had started kicking, backing away toward her gun, but the animal grabbed her foot and flung its head taking her off the ground and into a tree, she landed on the roots of the tree hitting her head on a large rock rendering her unconscious.
The raptors came toward her when something came flying out at them; they leapt on it immediately breaking it open and devoured it.
Then a t rex stomped into the clearing; the raptors fled the rex after them.
"She could be anywhere! Damn this!"
"Settle down Roxton, we don't even know if that was Marguerite" said Veronica trying to be reassuring.
He just glared at her, she knew it, he knew it they all knew it, but now what were they going to do.
A woman's figure stepped out from the shadows, over to Marguerite' body, she was about the same age. A long braid running down her back, she wore black swayed English heeled boots on her feet. She leaned down over Marguerite and turned her over gently supporting her head.
Roxton's heart was on fire his adrenaline was running non-stop.
'This is my entire fault, how could I have been so stupid. I made her cry, Marguerite cry, of all the emotions I've tried to get her to express that is not one of them.'
"So who were you talking about upstairs, Whipper I believe you said" said Veronica.
"Oh" said Challenger, and he reached into his pack and pulled out one of the photos.
"You brought it with you?" said Ned
"Well- this is-yes -this is the woman we were speaking of, a regular tycoon back in England"
"Not shy is she" commented Veronica looking at the picture.
"Well Madam Fox was very unique."
The photo was of her sitting is a fancy dress legs crossed with a slit all the way up to her guarder belt.
"Actually that was one of her trade marks. Soon after she made the family business a success she was invited to a party, her escort closed the dress in the door of the car and it tore. She just shrugged turned in the inside of the tear and continued on into the party." (The dress was red)
"She is back in England?"
"Oh no, she disappeared five years ago, she was on a ship back to London and a storm came about and the ship was lost. No survivors were found. Summerlee was quite heartbroken"
Roxton continued to push on. Relentless.
The circled for hours, Roxton's temper rising.
"John-" someone started but-
"Marguerite I swear to god if this is a joke because you're angry with me! -" He shouted out into the jungle.
"I'm sorry then, come on!" he shouted hoping to see her jump down from a tree or come from behind a rock that usual smirk of victory on her face. But she didn't come and Roxton stood his face solemn.
Marguerite stirred and shook with fever, as the young woman whipped her head.
"Roxton it's dark we can't even see in front of us, we have to stop" said Veronica.
"We can't stop! She could be out there, she could need us, need me- she could be hurt or-–" he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Everyone looked at the ground.
"Marguerite is very resourceful Roxton I'm sure she's fine," said Challenger trying to reassure his friend.
"Yeah, I'm sure whoever tries to tangle with Marguerite especially in the mood you said she's in is probably is serious trouble right now." Joked Ned.
"I am quite sure," said Veronica
"Ok" said Roxton "Ok"
And they settled for camp.
Roxton lie down on his blanket, and stared up at the sky. He couldn't stop thinking about the terrible things he had said and the terrible things to Marguerite and all the things she was alone with in this darn jungle.
Why couldn't he be there for her to protect her, because he would have to protect her from himself?
Dawn peaked up over the plateau and Marguerite slowly came into consciousness. She saw a figure above her,
"John?" she said hoarsely
Then the figure came more into focus. It was a woman, a pretty woman with dark blue eyes and soft light chestnut hair running down her back in a long braid.
"Who are you?" she said more hoarsely than the first time she spoke.
"Shhh," said the woman wiping Marguerite's head "I'm a friend, don't worry or at least try not to. My name is Deanna "
Marguerite tried to get up, with no success.
"Well I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Deanna knowing all the reasons she would have for getting up.
Deanna eased her back down.
Marguerite's face was expressionless.
Deanna looked at her,
" I can understand that you don't trust me, but at this point you have no choice. I'm helping you whether you like it or not! Besides you'll have plenty of time to run off and get into more bloody trouble when you are better. So sit back and rest!" she said in a decisive tone.
Marguerite's face softened, trust was not something that ever came easy to her if it came at all, but this woman was right and she was different somehow. Marguerite couldn't figure it out but she thought she did trust this woman even so soon. She nodded and sat back
"Well then now," the woman sighed looking up from what she was doing, what is your name?"
Another day and night went by without any sign of Marguerite.
"I can't, I won't believe it, we can't go back!" stormed Roxton.
"Just because we are going back doesn't mean we are giving up," said Malone.
"That's right, we just need to go back for supplies"
"We have less of a chance of finding her if we aren't prepared." said Challenger trying to sound rational.
"Then I'll stay out, I'll keep looking! I never did ask anyone to come with me!"
"But we are telling you to come with us," said Veronica
"It's one of your own rules to not go out into the jungle alone" said Challenger
"Plus your ill prepared, even if you did find her, you don't have enough- well-anything that could help her if she needs helping."
"And perhaps she might even be back at the tree house waiting for us. Wouldn't that be a nice thing?" said Ned trying to sound optimistic.
"She would be awful angry to be left there by herself for so long." Said Veronica.
Roxton lowered his head into his hands a minute, "fine"
And they headed back to the tree house to regroup.
"I can't believe I didn't recognize you at first" said Marguerite
"Why?" Deanna laughed leading the tiny horse, Marguerite atop it her foot bandaged in several blankets rapped together in vine.
"Well your you!"
"And you are you Miss Krux."
"I suppose," she laughed, then she winced her leg was in bad shape and she was extremely tired.
"Don't worry," said the woman "we'll be there soon".
Soon the ground flattened out and they walked through the forest with relative ease.
By this time Marguerite was extremely groggy and swayed a few times atop the horse.
Soon she saw what she thought was a house.
'A Victorian house, with windows, colors and everything perfect down to the flower boxes, but it's not possible. .' Thought Marguerite till her sight blurred and she passed out.
"Ah!" said the woman looking back and catching Marguerite as she fell off the side of the horse.
"Oh!" she cried as she felt herself losing her balance.
Roxton watched in great distress and aggravation as the rain poured down outside.
"It's really coming down out there isn't it?" said Malone coming over to Roxton.
Roxton just glared.
"I don't know what to say, we'll find her. I mean you found me and I was-" he stopped realizing what he was saying.
"Dead" Roxton finished getting up and walking off back to his room.
Veronica just shook her head at Ned.
Author's notes: Ok so not much to start with, or to get you interested. But I think it's good. At least in my head it is. If you have any suggestions for the later chapters, please tell me in your review. Because I know YOU will ALL REVIEW! Right? RIGHT!