"John, we've been walking for hours. It will be night fall soon, and we should make camp," Challenger said gently, hoping not to upset him.
"No, we have to walk thourgh the night," Roxton said, his voice breaking.
"Roxton, the jungle is dangerous at night," Malone put in, "We all want to find Marguerite, but getting oursleves eaten by a t-rex isn't going to help her any."
"Malone's right, John. We know what she means to you. She means a lot to all of us, but we need to rest. Chances are that when we do find her, she'll be surrounded by german soldiers, and we'll have to fight for her," Challenger walked faster to catch up with Roxton. "We'll find her. And she knows we're coming, she'll fight them every step of the way. They'll be sorry they took her when she wakes up and there's no coffee."
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"Please, could you at least loosen the ropes? Please, they're hurting my wrists," Marguerite plead with one of the younger and kinder looking germans. They had finally stopped walking and were making camp. "We shouldn't camp here, it's a very dangerous area of the jungle. Raptors come through here all the time." The young soldier had kindly loosened her ropes secretly. She mouthed thank you to the man, knowing he had risked being killed if he had been caught. She quietly ripped a peice of her shirt off. Hopefully her friends were coming for her.
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Roxton didn't sleep at all. He watched the whole night for predetors. Or a sign of Marguerite. The others were worried about her, but it was diffrent for him. He had told her, that no matter how much she hated it, he was going to be her protector. And if she was hurt, then he failed. Or if she was... No, John, he told himself, she alive, don't even think otherwise. He could imagen his life without her. He didn't know how he made it though his life before her. She made his life interesting, she made it worth living. He wasn't going to lose her, he'd kill every one of those germans to get her back. The sun slowly rose, and Roxton woke the others, he wanted a ealry start.
They Had been walking for almost 3 hours when Roxton found the fabric. It was half under a stone. It was a light lavender, the color of Marguerite's blouse.
"Look, she's leaving us a trail," Roxton said as he knelt down to retreve it.
"She's a very intellegent woman, she'll leave us more," Challenger said. He sighed inwardly. That piece of cloth meant Marguerite was still alive. He had not voiced his opinion, not wanting to upset John, but if they didn't hurry, Marguerite was as good as dead.
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Sorry it's been so long, I've had some things going on. And I want to thank everyone for their kind reviews. Thanx!!
~Blueberriechica00
"No, we have to walk thourgh the night," Roxton said, his voice breaking.
"Roxton, the jungle is dangerous at night," Malone put in, "We all want to find Marguerite, but getting oursleves eaten by a t-rex isn't going to help her any."
"Malone's right, John. We know what she means to you. She means a lot to all of us, but we need to rest. Chances are that when we do find her, she'll be surrounded by german soldiers, and we'll have to fight for her," Challenger walked faster to catch up with Roxton. "We'll find her. And she knows we're coming, she'll fight them every step of the way. They'll be sorry they took her when she wakes up and there's no coffee."
* * * *
"Please, could you at least loosen the ropes? Please, they're hurting my wrists," Marguerite plead with one of the younger and kinder looking germans. They had finally stopped walking and were making camp. "We shouldn't camp here, it's a very dangerous area of the jungle. Raptors come through here all the time." The young soldier had kindly loosened her ropes secretly. She mouthed thank you to the man, knowing he had risked being killed if he had been caught. She quietly ripped a peice of her shirt off. Hopefully her friends were coming for her.
* * * *
Roxton didn't sleep at all. He watched the whole night for predetors. Or a sign of Marguerite. The others were worried about her, but it was diffrent for him. He had told her, that no matter how much she hated it, he was going to be her protector. And if she was hurt, then he failed. Or if she was... No, John, he told himself, she alive, don't even think otherwise. He could imagen his life without her. He didn't know how he made it though his life before her. She made his life interesting, she made it worth living. He wasn't going to lose her, he'd kill every one of those germans to get her back. The sun slowly rose, and Roxton woke the others, he wanted a ealry start.
They Had been walking for almost 3 hours when Roxton found the fabric. It was half under a stone. It was a light lavender, the color of Marguerite's blouse.
"Look, she's leaving us a trail," Roxton said as he knelt down to retreve it.
"She's a very intellegent woman, she'll leave us more," Challenger said. He sighed inwardly. That piece of cloth meant Marguerite was still alive. He had not voiced his opinion, not wanting to upset John, but if they didn't hurry, Marguerite was as good as dead.
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Sorry it's been so long, I've had some things going on. And I want to thank everyone for their kind reviews. Thanx!!
~Blueberriechica00