"We're not going to pry. If you want to tell us--" Malone started, only to be cut off by Marguerite.
"Like hell you won't pry. Since we've gotten to this bloody plateau all you've done is ask me questions. And now that I'm willing to share you don't want to pry?" Marguerite said, not believing that he had just said that. Malone stared at her, even after all these years her bluntness still caught him off guard. She just continued, without pause, "During The Great War, I was drafted by the British monarch to be a sort of double agent. I was to befriend the German government, and relay false information about British forces. And the Germans trusted me, and gave me war plans, which I transmitted back to British troops," Marguerite pause, and took a deep breath. Through the story she had not looked up at any of them.
"Finally, in 1917, I was revealed to the Germans as a spy. I never admitted to the accusation, because it would be considered treason. The last year of the war, I was in German war prisons. I was freed in 1918, by special British troops sent just for my rescue. Most of those men died protecting me. Because I was a woman. They thought me not capable of firing a gun. But I killed many Germans before I was found out."
"Marguerite--"
"Don't interrupted me please Challenger. I'm almost done. The young german you shot last night was the son of one of the many Germans I betrayed. His name was Otto von Ditton. I had tipped the British army of his advancement plans and he and his troops were defeated. It was one of the bloodiest battles I had ever witnessed. The German government blames me solely for their lost. I was one of the most successful spy in the war. The only one to get out of those war prisons alive. But to do that I had to kill so many. There are so many deaths on my hands. And I'm sorry." Marguerite stopped, a lone tear ran down her face. "I saw so many people die, heard so many people cry in pain from the torture."
"Oh Marguerite," Roxton embraced her tightly, "It's all right."
The other's just sat in a stunned silence. That had no idea Marguerite had played such a prominent role in the war.
"They still hold a grudge. They sent an entire party to eliminate me." Marguerite said bitterly, "It seems no matter how far you run, the past always finds you."
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Just so you know, this is not historicly correct. It's just part of my story. ~Blueberriechica00
"Like hell you won't pry. Since we've gotten to this bloody plateau all you've done is ask me questions. And now that I'm willing to share you don't want to pry?" Marguerite said, not believing that he had just said that. Malone stared at her, even after all these years her bluntness still caught him off guard. She just continued, without pause, "During The Great War, I was drafted by the British monarch to be a sort of double agent. I was to befriend the German government, and relay false information about British forces. And the Germans trusted me, and gave me war plans, which I transmitted back to British troops," Marguerite pause, and took a deep breath. Through the story she had not looked up at any of them.
"Finally, in 1917, I was revealed to the Germans as a spy. I never admitted to the accusation, because it would be considered treason. The last year of the war, I was in German war prisons. I was freed in 1918, by special British troops sent just for my rescue. Most of those men died protecting me. Because I was a woman. They thought me not capable of firing a gun. But I killed many Germans before I was found out."
"Marguerite--"
"Don't interrupted me please Challenger. I'm almost done. The young german you shot last night was the son of one of the many Germans I betrayed. His name was Otto von Ditton. I had tipped the British army of his advancement plans and he and his troops were defeated. It was one of the bloodiest battles I had ever witnessed. The German government blames me solely for their lost. I was one of the most successful spy in the war. The only one to get out of those war prisons alive. But to do that I had to kill so many. There are so many deaths on my hands. And I'm sorry." Marguerite stopped, a lone tear ran down her face. "I saw so many people die, heard so many people cry in pain from the torture."
"Oh Marguerite," Roxton embraced her tightly, "It's all right."
The other's just sat in a stunned silence. That had no idea Marguerite had played such a prominent role in the war.
"They still hold a grudge. They sent an entire party to eliminate me." Marguerite said bitterly, "It seems no matter how far you run, the past always finds you."
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Just so you know, this is not historicly correct. It's just part of my story. ~Blueberriechica00