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Disclaimer, etc. in part one
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Authors notes: Wo, hey, just realized how short part one was. Bah! I hate short parts. But alas, my muse creates what it wants... And it's trying it's hardest to KEEP me from writing part two! I swear, it's always so hard to expand on the first chapter for me...
Mayhem Mountain (2/?)
by: Brandy Leigh
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"Marguerite! Come back here! I swear, if you do it I'll-"
"You'll WHAT?!" Marguerite yelled back at Roxton. "You come any closer and I swear on every jewel in my possession they go flying!"
Marguerite held the last of Roxton's cigars in her hand, and she was standing dangerously close to the balcony of the treehouse. She grinned evilly and danced them even closer.
"Marguerite!"
"If you want them back, you'll tell me what I want to know."
"What the bloody hell do you want to know?!"
"Tsk, tsk. And I thought you were smart, Roxton."
The events which led up to this moment were simple. Marguerite wanted answers, and she fully intended to get them, no matter what it took. She wasn't quite sure if Roxton was really hiding things from her or if he had just said what he did to get her worked up, but either way it was working. She wasn't about to let him get the best of her, so she went for the one thing she knew he valued: his cigars.
Quietly, Marguerite had snuck into Roxton's room while he was napping. She knew exactly where he kept the godawful things, for she was no stranger to his room. Careful not to stir the sleeping lord, she snatched them from his knapsack and slunk back out to the hallway. Grinning, she tucked them under her arm, went back into the main lounge area, and waited for the fun to begin.
It didn't take long for Roxton to realize his cigars were missing, for on occasion, after a nice long nap, he tended to take time to enjoy one. He tried to spread them out as best he could, for he knew that once they were gone that would be the end of them. He knew for sure that there were no cigar shops deep in the jungles of South America.
Sleepily, Roxton reached into his knapsack, only to grab blindly at a puff of air. Befuddled, he looked down to confirm that indeed, there was nothing there. No cigar box, not even the remnance that there had ever been a cigar box there. As he heard the snickering of a very familiar she-devil, he knew exactly where to find them.
Dashing into the make shift living room, Roxton found Marguerite in one of the chairs, rolling his cigar box around in her hands. She looked up at him calmly, then waved the silver box around in the air.
"Looking for something?" She asked sweetly.
"Yes, and I believe you know exactly what I'm looking for. Hand them over, Marguerite," he said without amusement.
"My, aren't we a little anxious? I think a deal is in order, here."
"What are you talking about?" Roxton asked, afraid to know what the answer may be.
Marguerite sat the cigar box in her lap, then grinned. "I do seem to remember you mentioning something about 'two playing this game'?"
Roxton sighed then took a step forward. "I'm not in the mood, Marguerite."
"Oh, but my dear Lord Roxton, I am!"
Jumping up, Marguerite made a mad dash for the balcony, bringing us to the precise moment you kind fellows made your way to the treehouse. But thankfully no cigars went flying and no one toppled anyone else, for Challenger came flying into the room, making his presence undoubtedly known.
"For Gods sake, look out!" Cried Challenger as he tore through the room, running straight for the balcony.
George Challenger was an intelligent man. Intelligent, but not always bright. A scientist who could selfprocaimably out-invent Einstein himself, Challenger was always dabbling with some new gadget to help get himself and the others off of the godforsaken plateau. More often than not his inventions either backfired, or got them into more trouble than they'd been in to begin with. Every once in a while one of his inventions would work, and once again he would consider himself the great Einstein-incarnate.
Both Marguerite and Roxton stared after the older man as he pitched a flaming beaker off of the balcony, and both flinched as it immediately exploded.
"Well, that was a close one," Challenger said calmly as he leisurely made his way back towards the lab.
"Close one? You could have killed us!" Marguerite said, infuriated.
"Oh, nonsense!" Challenger exclaimed, sounding offended. "I knew exactly what I was doing!"
Roxton just shook his head and laughed as Challenger disappeared through the doorway. He just knew that one day that man would either save them all or get them all killed. He shook his head again as he remembered the task at hand.
"As for you, Marguerite, would you stop playing your mind games and give me back my cigars?" He asked as he reached for them.
"I don't think so, Roxton. You know, sometimes you can be so-"
Before Marguerite could finish her sentence, a scream tore through the air making them both jump. The couple dashed to the balcony to see who, or what, had made the horrendous noise. To their surprise, and horror, a petite redhead was making a bee line straight for the electric fence.
"Help me! Please, don't let them kill me!" Screamed the girl.
"Oh God, she's going straight for the fence!" Exclaimed Marguerite.
"Wait! Just stay right there!" Roxton shouted down to her. "Whatever you do, don't touch the fence! It's electric!"
The girl just kept running, not understanding the meaning of the word 'electric'. She shakily lunged towards the fence and grabbed hold with both hands, hoping to push through and make her way to safety in the house high above the trees. Both Marguerite and Roxton looked away as they heard a sickening electric pop.
"Oh my gosh, that was close!" Exclaimed a familiar voice.
The two looked down to see the girl, still alive, holding on to the fence with wide, frightened eyes. Apparently, just seconds before the girl flung herself onto the fence, their friend and owner of the treehouse, Veronica, sent one of her daggers flying directly at the power cable. If she had been even a fraction of a second slower, the girl would surely be dead.
Veronica Layton was an extraordinary person, to say the least. Abandoned over a decade ago when her parents disappeared into the forest never to be found, she was forced to raise herself. With help from the near by village of the Zanga, Veronica had managed to survive to be a beautiful blonde jungle woman. She made a home in the treehouse that her parents had originally made as a scientific research center, and was the first kind person to greet the explorers when they arrived on the plateau.
With a sigh of relief, Roxton and Marguerite looked at each other. Cigar box and secrets momentarily forgotten, the two waited for Veronica to escort the girl up into the treehouse. Their quarrel would have to wait... for now.
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End part 2
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Authors notes: Wow... I churned that out fast. I can't believe I got the second part written so fast! I've never updated a story any sooner than a week, but I guess you all just motivated me on! A big thank you goes out to everyone who took the time to read and review. Please, keep letting me know what you think! As I said before, if you don't, my muse won't help me finish this! Thank you all!
~*~
Possible question answered in part 3:
Is anyone curious as to why Marguerite is so familiar with Roxton's room?
Who is this crazy redheaded girl who made a suicide leap for the electirc fence?
Uhm... where's Malone?
You'll have to read to find out...
Disclaimer, etc. in part one
~*~
Authors notes: Wo, hey, just realized how short part one was. Bah! I hate short parts. But alas, my muse creates what it wants... And it's trying it's hardest to KEEP me from writing part two! I swear, it's always so hard to expand on the first chapter for me...
Mayhem Mountain (2/?)
by: Brandy Leigh
~*~
"Marguerite! Come back here! I swear, if you do it I'll-"
"You'll WHAT?!" Marguerite yelled back at Roxton. "You come any closer and I swear on every jewel in my possession they go flying!"
Marguerite held the last of Roxton's cigars in her hand, and she was standing dangerously close to the balcony of the treehouse. She grinned evilly and danced them even closer.
"Marguerite!"
"If you want them back, you'll tell me what I want to know."
"What the bloody hell do you want to know?!"
"Tsk, tsk. And I thought you were smart, Roxton."
The events which led up to this moment were simple. Marguerite wanted answers, and she fully intended to get them, no matter what it took. She wasn't quite sure if Roxton was really hiding things from her or if he had just said what he did to get her worked up, but either way it was working. She wasn't about to let him get the best of her, so she went for the one thing she knew he valued: his cigars.
Quietly, Marguerite had snuck into Roxton's room while he was napping. She knew exactly where he kept the godawful things, for she was no stranger to his room. Careful not to stir the sleeping lord, she snatched them from his knapsack and slunk back out to the hallway. Grinning, she tucked them under her arm, went back into the main lounge area, and waited for the fun to begin.
It didn't take long for Roxton to realize his cigars were missing, for on occasion, after a nice long nap, he tended to take time to enjoy one. He tried to spread them out as best he could, for he knew that once they were gone that would be the end of them. He knew for sure that there were no cigar shops deep in the jungles of South America.
Sleepily, Roxton reached into his knapsack, only to grab blindly at a puff of air. Befuddled, he looked down to confirm that indeed, there was nothing there. No cigar box, not even the remnance that there had ever been a cigar box there. As he heard the snickering of a very familiar she-devil, he knew exactly where to find them.
Dashing into the make shift living room, Roxton found Marguerite in one of the chairs, rolling his cigar box around in her hands. She looked up at him calmly, then waved the silver box around in the air.
"Looking for something?" She asked sweetly.
"Yes, and I believe you know exactly what I'm looking for. Hand them over, Marguerite," he said without amusement.
"My, aren't we a little anxious? I think a deal is in order, here."
"What are you talking about?" Roxton asked, afraid to know what the answer may be.
Marguerite sat the cigar box in her lap, then grinned. "I do seem to remember you mentioning something about 'two playing this game'?"
Roxton sighed then took a step forward. "I'm not in the mood, Marguerite."
"Oh, but my dear Lord Roxton, I am!"
Jumping up, Marguerite made a mad dash for the balcony, bringing us to the precise moment you kind fellows made your way to the treehouse. But thankfully no cigars went flying and no one toppled anyone else, for Challenger came flying into the room, making his presence undoubtedly known.
"For Gods sake, look out!" Cried Challenger as he tore through the room, running straight for the balcony.
George Challenger was an intelligent man. Intelligent, but not always bright. A scientist who could selfprocaimably out-invent Einstein himself, Challenger was always dabbling with some new gadget to help get himself and the others off of the godforsaken plateau. More often than not his inventions either backfired, or got them into more trouble than they'd been in to begin with. Every once in a while one of his inventions would work, and once again he would consider himself the great Einstein-incarnate.
Both Marguerite and Roxton stared after the older man as he pitched a flaming beaker off of the balcony, and both flinched as it immediately exploded.
"Well, that was a close one," Challenger said calmly as he leisurely made his way back towards the lab.
"Close one? You could have killed us!" Marguerite said, infuriated.
"Oh, nonsense!" Challenger exclaimed, sounding offended. "I knew exactly what I was doing!"
Roxton just shook his head and laughed as Challenger disappeared through the doorway. He just knew that one day that man would either save them all or get them all killed. He shook his head again as he remembered the task at hand.
"As for you, Marguerite, would you stop playing your mind games and give me back my cigars?" He asked as he reached for them.
"I don't think so, Roxton. You know, sometimes you can be so-"
Before Marguerite could finish her sentence, a scream tore through the air making them both jump. The couple dashed to the balcony to see who, or what, had made the horrendous noise. To their surprise, and horror, a petite redhead was making a bee line straight for the electric fence.
"Help me! Please, don't let them kill me!" Screamed the girl.
"Oh God, she's going straight for the fence!" Exclaimed Marguerite.
"Wait! Just stay right there!" Roxton shouted down to her. "Whatever you do, don't touch the fence! It's electric!"
The girl just kept running, not understanding the meaning of the word 'electric'. She shakily lunged towards the fence and grabbed hold with both hands, hoping to push through and make her way to safety in the house high above the trees. Both Marguerite and Roxton looked away as they heard a sickening electric pop.
"Oh my gosh, that was close!" Exclaimed a familiar voice.
The two looked down to see the girl, still alive, holding on to the fence with wide, frightened eyes. Apparently, just seconds before the girl flung herself onto the fence, their friend and owner of the treehouse, Veronica, sent one of her daggers flying directly at the power cable. If she had been even a fraction of a second slower, the girl would surely be dead.
Veronica Layton was an extraordinary person, to say the least. Abandoned over a decade ago when her parents disappeared into the forest never to be found, she was forced to raise herself. With help from the near by village of the Zanga, Veronica had managed to survive to be a beautiful blonde jungle woman. She made a home in the treehouse that her parents had originally made as a scientific research center, and was the first kind person to greet the explorers when they arrived on the plateau.
With a sigh of relief, Roxton and Marguerite looked at each other. Cigar box and secrets momentarily forgotten, the two waited for Veronica to escort the girl up into the treehouse. Their quarrel would have to wait... for now.
~*~
End part 2
~*~
Authors notes: Wow... I churned that out fast. I can't believe I got the second part written so fast! I've never updated a story any sooner than a week, but I guess you all just motivated me on! A big thank you goes out to everyone who took the time to read and review. Please, keep letting me know what you think! As I said before, if you don't, my muse won't help me finish this! Thank you all!
~*~
Possible question answered in part 3:
Is anyone curious as to why Marguerite is so familiar with Roxton's room?
Who is this crazy redheaded girl who made a suicide leap for the electirc fence?
Uhm... where's Malone?
You'll have to read to find out...
