Author's Notes: GOOD GRACIOUS!! Has it really been so long since I posted last?! My word you all must be so angry!!
I'm sorry I'm sorry!!! I really am!!! AH!!!
*Evil dodges objects as she backs away holding her story infront of her to protect her *
I knew I was taking a while but geez!! I'm so sorry my friends, I hope this chapter makes it up to you!!
*Holds newest chapter out for all to see as objects stop flying at her*
'cause it's a trip.
OK on the side though, for all those who are not aware and watch "The Lost World" on the American station WNGS it still airs Wednesday at 10pm but on Sunday it has been changed to 7pm. Not that is really matters either way because they are still repeats form the first session. But I just thought I'd mention it because it's new to me.
Anyway I hope all you are doing well and that nothing more upsetting than that the new session of "The Lost World" won't start till like January!!!!! GGRRRRRR *pant-pant pant* sorry- anyway, has happened to you.
In truth I must confess I've finished this a few days ago, on my birthday actually, lol. October 30th day before Halloween and all, Kinda makes me seem even more evil doesn't it.
Anyway,
I had a wonderful suggestion to put my notes to you wonderful people who reviewed at the end, but I have decided against it. I am sorry but I find it easier this way because I address thoughts and questions from the last chapter and then move onto the next. But I do thank you greatly for your suggestion.
Well onto the beautiful people notes then . . . ..
MissMeganJane~ Thank you very much; I'm very glad that you are enjoying it. I hope you like this chapter as well. Hope to hear from you in the future. Thanks again!!
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(Furi15)~ 4 HOURS!!! MY GOODNESS!! You get my devoted fanfic-er award of, well my first one, but yeah it's yours!!! And I am so very happy you enjoyed it, it would be sad if you used all that time and didn't like it, but ah you did and I am so happy because of that!! Thank you so much for your wonderful compliments, they mean so much to me!! I and truly hope this chapter pleases you as much as the others before it. But On another note I can't tell you the answers to your questions, you'll just have to read and find out for yourself. And I do hope as you do, that you continue to review and tell me what you think of it.
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Evil Polish Elf ~ lol well thanks for reading it all the same. This one I think may take some time though. But I will talk to you later, review and tell me what you think of this.
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SunKrux~ Thanks you so much for your comments and your wonderful suggestion I feel kinda bad that I didn't use it though. But honestly I just feel it's easier to address everyone's questions and then move on to the new stuff. I hope you understand and I really really do appreciate the suggestion. I'm glad you're enjoying the story though and I swear I'm almost done really, I just have to sum everything up now and that seems to be serving a bit more of a problem than I anticipated. Oh well I'll get through it. Thanks so much for everything!!!
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Brandy Leigh ~ Yes girl it has been a LONG TIME!!! I was wondering where you went!!! But I am so so so HAPPY THAT YOU"RE BACK!!
Picks Brandy up into a big "Cyzan Chief" hug then releases her quickly seeing her face begin to turn blue * hmm. .sorry . . about that . Anyway I'm glad that your loving the character torture but you know I can be just so darn me to them sometimes .. . oh well . .lol
Anyway I'm ashamed to say I didn't keep up my part of the bargain it seems to have taken me a lot longer than expected to get this chapter out.
I'm sorry *drops to her knees breaking out into tears * Please forgive me!! PLLEEEeeeEEAAAAsssssE!!! Well I hope *sniffle* you enjoy this *sniffle * chapter!
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Veggie5~ Hey there, yeah I know and I think it may have taken even longer to get this one out, sorrya btou that. I'm trying it's just so hard to bring everything together and say good-bye to this story * Evils starts to tear up* but I'll get there.
And Craziness? me? NAAAHHHHH, lol just mess'in everyone knows Evil's got that going on, I can be just so darn mean to these explorers I tell ya -just so meeaaann . .lol but you love it, I know you do, lol.
Anyway don't worry about your story it's coming on amazing like, that's why mine took so long, it took me forever to snap out of my awed daze after reading your last chapter. Which was wonderful by the way. And I'm praying for you, life doesn't seem to be giving you a break, but it will, I mean it's gotta right? Lol
It'll get better and you'll survive you're strong I know you will, just keep writing, and remember we're rooting for ya! Thanks again, hope you like this chapter!
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Ascamelien~ Painting? Orlando Bloom? me? Did I say that? * Looks back at the stick figure behind her, crumbles it up and tosses it off behind her, * I'll get back to you on that. LoL.
Anyway, I am so glad you liked the last chapter it really means so much coming from you, you have no idea.
Well I'm sorry to hear about the school thing I know how that is, I'll in 10th grade actually and I'm loaded up pretty good, Regents Chemistry *gag* Regents Global 2, Regents Math *Double gag* I hate math, grr, lol, Religion, French 2, Regents English 2, Design, and all other silly little things I have to do, it's a nightmare. I HATE REGENTS!! AH!! So I defiantly know how you feel and you're right what can we do?!
But thank you so much for your review and again for the inspirational with the Mike thing, you really are the best of all the bestest best best best best bestest people in the world!! In the Universe!!!!! including the plateau!!! And I thank you so much for being my friend. Well I hope you like this chapter which in not the last I fear, but it's just so hard to bring everything together you know. But I won't leave you hanging for to long you know I always come back! Well until next we speak!!!
P.S. I'm still waiting for your next posting missy!! LoL
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robin2409 (robin2409@yahoo.ca)~ Well thank you very very much!! I'm glad you're enjoying it and you'll just have to keep reading to see what is going to happen to our dear Marguerite, WAHAHAHAHAH!!! Lol sorry. Well thanks so much for reviewing. Hope to hear form you again.
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Mia~ Thank so much for reviewing!! I'm so happy that you are enjoying it. Hope you like this chapter just as much! Thanks again!
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Brainfear~ lol Tell me about 26 chapter and it just doesn't seem to end, it's like writing itself lol. But I'm glad I'm not boring you with it's length. I'm so happy that you are still enjoying it and I hope you enjoy chapter 27 just as much!! Thanks again!!!
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Well with that onto the words . . . . . . . .
Roxton sat next to Marguerite helping Robert the best he could as the young man repacked her wounds and checked her over. He looked over to him, Robert's brow was furrowed and his face glittered with small beads of sweat as he concentrated on helping Marguerite. Roxton felt very indebted to their new friends, both of them. If it weren't for them Marguerite would have been dead long ago and they all would be dead now.
Robert looked up and met the hunter's steady gaze, he attempted a grin and nodded to set his new friend at ease "Lift her a bit so I can wrap this around the edges of the wound where the piece of the spear isn't sticking out," he said in a calm almost casual voice that he hoped sounded convincing for in reality his nerves were in need of a rest and Marguerite's condition wasn't giving them it.
Roxton nodded doing what he was told confident that Robert knew what he was doing. He looked up and saw Deanna standing behind Blake watching keenly over everything. Roxton could tell that there was something very strong between Robert Blake and the inexplicable Deanna Fox and it wasn't just the dramatic shows of affection that had happened throughout the battle that hinted to that, for good friends could care for each other just so, but there was something different there, something strong, something that he wasn't sure if they even noticed or had chosen to recognized yet. Whatever it was it was strong and Roxton knew it had to be killing Blake to not be able to spin back and throw his arms around her, making sure that she was ok and telling her how worried he had been. It was killing Roxton now to have Marguerite so injured and ill, so close to-
'No- again that isn't even a option so there is no need to think of it' Roxton thought looking back down at Marguerite's still form.
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Robert could feel Deanna behind him watching him and watching over him, oh how he wished it was the other way around, that she would let him protect her and watch over her, he wanted so much to turn around and see if she was all right, but she would never let him not while Marguerite and so many others were so unwell, it was just her way and it infuriated him. He felt her fingers run over his shoulders and across his back as she walked away from them and the sensation sent a warmth through his body a peaceful feeling that only she was yet to invoke in him, it was like it was her way of telling him it would be ok. Like the last time this had happened . . . . . he thought
Flash back . . . .
Robert sat in his now dark room of Deanna's house his heart aching,
"Why did she do this to me" he repeated over and over again pulling at his hair and falling back onto his bed suppressing the urge to cry.
Eliza had been the only woman he could say that he had ever fallen in love with, no one had made him feel that way ever before,
"But it wasn't real! None of it was real!" he said to himself slamming his fists against the wall as he slumped back to the floor.
There was a soft knock on his door, he made no response.
Deanna slowly opened the door, and stepped in, he looked over at her and wanted to rip his heart out,
Her face was still bruised and scratched, dry cuts here and there, her right arm bound up from a knife slash, her lower neck scratched and bruised from Eliza trying to choke her, but yet she looked so calm and sweet. Her hair was down and flowing to about the middle of her back, her shirt was un-tucked and her gun belt, gone, hung somewhere in the house for later use. She didn't look so intimidating now, not as she had days earlier or even anytime before that, she just looked like a woman now, a strong beautiful woman who had been wrongly punished.
She walked over to where he sat on the floor by the window. She held a bowl of something steaming in her hand and sat on the window seat looking down at him.
"You didn't come down for dinner," she said calmly
"I'm not hungry," he said meekly almost like a little child folding his arms across his chest over his knees.
"Why don't I believe that? " Deanna asked herself humorously reaching for the bowl and spooning a bit of the stew into her own mouth.
He looked at her a bit surprised,
"What?" she said looking at him
"Nothing," he said a bit sheepishly looking down "I just thought-"
"That this was for you-" Deanna finished eating another spoonful with a slight smile.
He stayed silent.
"Well this is my dinner, but if you want something you can just go down and get it, there's a pot on the stove,"
"Wait so you come up here and talk about dinner and sit in front of me and-eat,"
"Yeah- you're the one who said you weren't hungry right?"
"Yes but-"
"Besides I'm not running a bed and breakfast here, you want to eat you work for it and get it yourself, I'm not your servant," Deanna said scooping up more of the stew
Robert sighed and looked down, he hadn't realized till now how hungry he really was but he just didn't feel like leaving his room it would be too painful, at least in here he seemed safe, safe from the world. But apparently not from his hostess, it did seem a bit rude to him that she would sit there and practically mock him in his time of sorrow.
Deanna watched him out of the corner of her eye, he was hungry she knew it, he had been up here refusing to eat or leave his room for three days, ever since they had gotten home. She knew he was hurting and that he had been raging and crying these past days, she could hear him at night and her heart went out to him keeping herself awake as she secretly shared his pain. But Deanna knew from experience of her own, how hungry the burden of pain can make someone.
"Well I think I'm full," Deanna said opening the window
Blake looked up at her confused and his eyes widened as she began to pour the almost full bowl of mouth-watering stew into the rain gutter out the window,
"Hey!" he said jumping up "Don't do that!"
"Why?" she said pretending to be puzzled pulling the bowl up to stop the remaining stew from falling form the bowl.
"What?! Whyyy?! I'll eat it!"
"But you said you weren't hungry, besides there is plenty in the kitchen-" she said beginning to pour the soup out again
"No I don't want to go into the kitchen!-" he said jumping toward her strange tears of hunger, pain and worry coming to his eyes "Give me that,"
"I don' think so-" Deanna practically laughed as she pour the last of the stew out the window.
Now Robert was upset and very hungry, "Now why did you do that?!" he demanded fitting much like a child
"I don't know, why do you think I did that?" she said circling the question to antagonize him
"I don't know that's why I asked!"
"Asked what?" she said changing her facial expression so she looked utterly confused
"Ahh-" he yelled charging toward her, she jumped up and made for the door but he blocked her so she began to step back slowly,
"Now why did you pour that out the window?" Robert asked through gritted teeth walking toward her,
"You said you weren't hungry-" she shrugged with a smile
"I-said- I wasn't- I've been up her for three days!!" he shouted astounded at what he was hearing
"Well what was I to do?" she asked in a sweet tone
"To do? You could have given me that soup!"
"But you said you weren't hungry-" she said turning and backing toward the bed.
"I-AHH!" he shouted charging at her but she jumped up onto and then over the bed and running out the door, Robert ran after her, he was down the stairs and to the front door before he realized that he had left his room having completely forgotten about Eliza for the first time since the incident had occurred. He backed up now away from the door, Deanna having fled outside.
He looked around unsure guilt trying to cloud his mind as he began to go back up the stairs feeling very small and vulnerable but then he stopped thinking a minute his stomach growling as he saw Deanna's spoon on the floor in the hall. He picked it up and looked around,
' He didn't hurt, well not more than before and that-that was ok.' He decided as he slowly made for the kitchen. He spotted the large pot of stew steaming on the stove just as Deanna had said.
He took a bowl off of the counter and began to ladle some stew into the bowl when he heard something behind him, he looked over and saw Deanna smiling in the doorway of the back entrance her arms crossed as she leaned on the doorframe the empty bowl still in her hand.
He smiled slightly "You did that on purpose, " he said awkwardly
feeling embarrassed
She nodded her expression unchanged
"You wanted me to get out and live myself, for myself" he said like a person having to relay a law or rule they had memorized but for a brief moment forgotten.
Deanna's smile widened a bit and she walked in placing her bowl on the counter, which he then filled.
Deanna took a towel and opened the stove and took out a sheet of golden biscuits.
"OH if you had told me about the biscuits before I would have been out of there a lot sooner" he tried to joke a twinge of guilt and sorrow evident in his voice.
Deanna took his hand in hers holding it in her palm turning it over, they looked up and their eyes met for moment then she gently placed a warm biscuit in his hand, but he already had a warm wonderful sensation dancing through his senses. She released his hand and turned back to the stove and he walked over to the table and sat down.
Deanna chuckled, and then spotted the bowl Robert had filled as the steam rose from it on the counter, she looked over at him and he smiled gently pushing out one of the chairs with his foot.
She smiled releasing her breath through her nose and carefully brought her bowl over to the table and sat down to eat with him.
"That was when we first began to sit and eat with each other," Robert whispered but just as the words left his lips he realized where he was and jerked his thoughts back to the present
"What was that Blake?' asked Roxton having seen the dazed look on the man's face
"Nothing," he said quickly his face flushing as he looked down averting his eyes.
Roxton looked a little puzzled but grinned a bit having and idea what Blake had been thinking about. He looked down and stroked Marguerite's face with the back of his fingers.
(Author's side note: Now I realize that may have been a bit confusing so to bring some light to the subject. When Eliza and Robert moved in with Deanna, Deanna remained on her own schedule doing what she please when she pleased usually by herself unless they asked to come along. The only real interactions that they had together were when Robert or Eliza would get into trouble or had questions about the plateau. But there are a lot more details to that part of Robert and Deanna's history that I'm not going to get into right now. So what you need to know is that Deanna used to cook for Robert and Eliza but never sat and ate with them, until the day of the flashback above. I hope that helped, thank you, so now back to the mayhem)
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Deanna slowly limped away from Robert and her friends feeling a wave of pain shooting through her body. She moved to a tree near the edge of the jungle and grasped a branch fiercely as she tried to will the pain away as it almost doubled her over onto her knees, but it passed and she stood straight again looking back at the others.
She could see, even from where she was standing, the large black bruises forming on Robert's face and the blood that was either dried or dripping over his other injures. She wanted to check him over and make sure that he was all right that he wasn't hurting, physically and emotionally. She was sure that this had brought back many shameful memories for him, but she couldn't comfort him now, he had to take care of Marguerite and she was sure that he would notice her injury if she approached him now.
'I can wait,' she thought as she slowly and unsteadily walked on holding her wound, she was very tired and her whole side was numb now aside from sudden moments when it would scream and pulse with pain. The rest of her body though was burning and aching from the abuse that it had taken during the day, gashes and scratches, cuts and bruises, but she had always tolerated pain well, she never had much of a choice then though, she recalled as amongst the bustle of the warriors she limped as inconspicuously as she could over to the pool under the waterfall.
She looked over the intact pieces of the ledge that stuck out from the surface of the water. It was strange to think that if her new friends hadn't been there that she would be lying dead among the wreckage.
Then her brow furrowed 'Wait didn't I fall from a cliff?' she thought trying to remember, everything had happened so fast she still wasn't sure what was fact and what wasn't. She looked up and over the ledges and cliffs of the mountain, yes she had fallen.
'But- how? Why am I alive?' she thought biting her bottom lip in thought then she knocked something with her foot on glanced down and her face relaxed. She then bending her knees she leaned down and picked something off the bank, she smirked
"Malone's bowl, he'll be wanting this-" she said shaking her head, then she winced her side filling with pain. The voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to make it know, but her other voice, the protector side of her, was shouting just a bit louder, so she sucked up her pain and stood rigid on the bank. She noticed something glittering in the water, she thought for a minute; she was tired and the water would agitate her wound, so she called a warrior to her.
He bowed to her his arm crossed over his chest in respect and then stood tall in front of her.
"Yes Lady," he said using her common name among the village, for she was the "Lady" of their tribe for numerous mostly unrelated reasons.
"That," she said looking toward the glittering object, "bring it to me."
He nodded and dove obediently into the water, he returned a moment later and presented it to her. One of her eyebrows cocked up, "Thank you," she said taking it from him
The warrior bowed again and then went off to finish with his other immediate duties.
She looked down turning the object over in her hands, it was a knife, the knife she had stabbed Haiton in the heart with.
"It goes faster with blood," she whispered to herself tucking the knife into her sash, she then glanced at her fingers as she drew her hand away from her wound and turned, they were covered in fresh blood, she suddenly looked up and was face to face with Veronica.
"Sorry," she said lightheartedly attempting to calm her heart from the scare closing her stained hand over her side to hide the blood.
Veronica nodded unaware of Deanna's odd behavior, "I believe these are yours," she said handing her a bundle of her clothes, boots and weapons.
"Oh," said Deanna surprised "Thank you very much," she smiled gratefully, taking them and looking them over critically.
Veronica smiled looking down.
"How is Marguerite?" Deanna asked impulsively not looking up
"I don't really know," Veronica said honestly letting her guard down a bit, a splinter of fear showing in her eyes. "Robert is with her now, and I think we are about ready to go, they said we have to get her to the village by sundown or she'll-" she said stopping herself and looking over toward the crowd gathered around her friend.
Deanna nodded putting a hand on her shoulder, "She's a tough old bird, besides-" she said changing her tone trying to lighten the mood "She still owes me for putting that snake in her bed."
Veronica couldn't help but smile.
"I think I've been in this awful thing long enough," Deanna tried to smile motioning toward her torn garments and then to the cave that she saw at her right.
"I think I agree," Veronica nodded
"Yeah their tailor should be shot- wait I think he was," Deanna said in a perky tone with a cynical laugh, which Veronica joined and then they parted Deanna walking over to a cave with her clothes when she stopped.
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Deanna took a deep breath and began to approach the two members left of Daknet's warriors.
"Yes?" they said looking at her with great respect and adoring awe as she reached them.
"I-" she started a bit unsure "I'm so very sorry for what happened to your friend- he was a honorable noble man and I am indebted-"
"No, it is us who are indebted to you good Lady-" Kety said bowing slightly
"But-" she tried to interrupt
"No" said Shermak sternly being the older of the two warriors
"Daknet had his demons to face, he knew what had to be as we all did, you were the one, he had to die so that you could live and we would live" then he paused "he admired you-"
"Me?" Deanna said staring at him in shock
"There is a legend in our culture that tells of a woman akin to a deity, she represents all that is good and strong and with other things acts as the equalizer for all the world,"
"He truly believed that you were this woman," said Kety
"I am not she," Deanna said looking at them sorrowfully and yet in awe
"You wouldn't know if you were," said Shermak his mouth creasing in a small proud smile
There was a short pause and
Deanna looked down "He was truly of the rare breed of honorable men and he as I swore will be well remembered,"
The two warriors nodded, "As we said we are indebted to you and in Daknet's memory we will loyally serve you till the end of our days," they said suddenly standing at attention and each slamming their fist against their chest and leaving it there calling out a salute in their native tongue.
Deanna jumped having been startled by the act and the words and looked around trying to not draw attention to them. She smiled seeing the chief look over perplexed
"No there is no need, please if you would just-" she groaned at their resolve " At EASE!" she said a bit louder than she intended but the two warriors did relax and stand at ease.
"I am truly honored and gratified by the gesture but I think perhaps I have a better idea," she said her side filling in pain, she bent over a bit letting in pass and continued
"I want the two of you to join the Cyzan tribe and serve loyally under their Chief,-" she said suppressing her pain the effort noted in her voice, they tried to interrupt her but she wouldn't let them "WHILE!- while learning a trade, building a family AND-And gentlemen making a new life and being happy for the rest of your days-" she smiled at their shocked faces as she stood tall again
"You are very generous Lady by giving us such freedom but- will your Chief allow it, we were but enemies two moons ago."
"I don't have a problem with it, why should he?" she said giving them confident in charge look.
"OH you are as wonderful as legend says sweet woman!!" "Great lady!!" they rejoiced having felt dodged a life of destined slavery
"But!!" she said suddenly and they stopped instantly
"You two had better behave yourselves or you'll have to answer to me!" she said finishing and crossing her arms.
"Oh yes!!"
"Of course!"
"We are yours to command"
"And I do, now go and inform the Chief of your dedicated service, go go" she said pretending to shoo them off in a business like manner
She sighed leaning up against a large tree as she watched them walk off
"That was close," she smiled rolling her eyes and then tensing as her side screamed with shoots of pain. She let it pass and stood straight again and saw the very confused and bewildered look on the Chief's face as Kety and Shermak addressed him, he looked over toward her and she chuckled lightly attempting not to inflame her side as she strolled over to them gritting her teeth.
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As soon as Deanna could she inconspicuously slipped into a shallow cave.
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Veronica walked over to Ned who had just finished making a stretcher for Marguerite with two Cyzan warriors.
He saw the sad distant way she looked at the object.
"Veronica?" he said softly "Are you alright?"
"Huh? Yeah yeah-"
There was a pause, "How is your stomach?"
"It hurts but I'm all right," she answer her hand moving to the placing in the vest, that she was still wearing, where the bullet had hit.
"Well, let me see it,"
"I'm all right Ned," she said stubbornly not wanting to worry him, but in truth
when she walked it felt like someone was twisting a jagged rock inside of her.
"Veronica-" he said with he voice that almost commanded logic
She sighed and opened the vest.
Malone winced; it was almost all bruised, purple, blue, black and a few shades that he wasn't sure if they had names for yet.
He looked at her and she nodded, he began to gently probe the area until she recoiled hissing in pain.
"I think you have a few broke ribs Veronica,"
"I guess that makes sense," she said swaying a bit, her head filled suddenly with fog, she wanted very much to sit.
Ned grabbed her shoulders and half walked half carried her over to a wagon prepared for some of the injured.
He kneeled down in front of her
"Veronica look at me,"
She groaned a bit and looked at him
"I want you to stay right here, I have to finish packing and we'll be off. Promise me that you'll stay right here,"
She nodded feeling to ill and exhausted to do otherwise and laid down on the soft hay that lined the wagon.
Ned looked at her for a moment and then ran off to finish with the necessary preparations, if they didn't leave soon Marguerite would die and Malone didn't even want to think about getting to the village too late.
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They were almost ready to leave when Deanna emerged from the small cave clad in her usual clothes, her boots unfastened to help her sore swollen feet and her vest bound much tighter than usual. She had used what was left of the purple sash and bound her side as tight as she could under her vest to avoid notice.
'I hope no one asks me to bend down and pick up anything' she thought trying to encourage herself humorously
She held what was left of the ceremonial tunic under her arm as she slowly limped over toward some of her friends.
"Are we ready?" she panted looking at Challenger and the Chief who was accompanied by two of the late Daknet's friends, Kety, and Shermak.
"Yes I think we are about ready to leave," said Challenger looking over toward where Roxton was standing by Marguerite who lay still in the stretcher, that had been made for her.
"We-we should signal ahead so that they can be ready for the causalities at the v-village," Deanna said finally catching her breath.
Challenger looked at her a second and then nodded in agreement
"Yes I believe that is a good idea, I'll have Malone do it-" and he looked over unsure at the Chief
"You've been through a lot tonight, please ride one of the horses back or rest in a cart-" The chief requested sympathetically putting his large hands on her delicate shoulders.
Deanna wanted to argue but she was just so tired that it was almost hard to stand, so she nodded in agreement laughing a bit.
"You're riding a horse too I hope?" she asked suspiciously
The Chief nodded
"Then I think that would be wonderful," she said putting her exhaustion heavily into her tone in a lighthearted and humors manner, everyone chuckled and then departed.
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Robert watched Deanna and the Chief as they slowly walked over to the front of the soldiers.
Roxton looked up from Marguerite and in the direction where Robert was looking, he smiled slightly.
"Marguerite is resting at the moment, I think you can go to her," said Roxton
"W-what? Oh-" Robert said coming out of his thoughts "Yeah, are you sure? I mean I-"
"Go to her Robert," Roxton said smoothly
"Yeah-" said Robert looking in her direction again
"What is it?" Roxton asked sensing that something was wrong
Robert was about to say something when he thought again looking at Marguerite.
"Nothing," he said smiling "I'm going to go and talk to her," he patted Roxton on the back and walked off.
Robert looked down as he walked thinking.
How could he have explained to Roxton that he was in a way afraid, he had almost lost her more than once in the past seventy-two hours or so. That this whole thing had brought back so many mixed feelings and harsh memories of Deanna, Elizabeth, Talcol, Haiton, and himself. It made him doubt himself and his worthiness, guilt consuming and clouding his mind.
He looked up; she was about ten feet away from him now, strapping something to the saddle of a horse. He watched her his sorrow and guilt growing by with her every breath.
'It's interesting,' he thought 'how strong she is to come out of this almost unscathed' but something in the back of his mind made him feel uneasy about his observation.
She must have noticed him staring at her because she turned around and smiled at him. She looked down again as if deciding something and began to walk over.
When someone suddenly called out,
"Blake!! Come quickly," it was Roxton
Robert looked back at Deanna and she nodded earnestly and he ran back to Roxton and Marguerite who was burning up with fever.
"We have to go now!" he shouted back out to everyone
Deanna looked at the Chief who nodded, "You heard the man lets go!" Deanna shouted to the warriors who mounted their wagons and horses others running along side and setting off for home.
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Deanna lifted her foot to mount the horse and veered back in pain holding tight to the saddle to keep herself standing.
Kety ran over to her with wide eyes of concern.
"Lady, is there something the matter? Are you injured, should I get-"
"No!" Deanna snapped irritated "No just help me onto the horse," she said a bit calmer. Kety nodded and lifted her onto the horse so she sat sidesaddle. But when he removed his hand he noticed that the fingertips of his hand, which had slipped under Deanna's vest as he lifted her up, were covered in blood. He looked up at her with alarmed eyes.
She looked down at him a grim shadow over her set face.
"Tell no one," she commanded
He opened his mouth to speak "You said you were indebted to me, that you were mine to command and I do, tell no one," she repeated with the same tone.
He lowered his head and saluted her slamming his fist on his chest again, looking back up at her.
She nodded a small smile on her face and then set her horse off and to the head of the pack.
Shermak walked over to Kety, "What is the matter my friend? Although it may not seem so it is a day for rejoicing, we won and on the side of good for a change, so put away this sadness and be happy," Shermak said putting a hand on Kety's shoulder
Kety nodded hanging his head low and then bringing back up a strange distant smile on his face,
"That's better, it is for the best" chuckled Shermak
"Yeah," Kety said bluntly folding his bloodied fingertips into his hand. "The best," he sighed as they walked with the rest of the warriors.
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The sun was high in the sky, beating down on the Explorers and their new Cyzan friends.
Deanna couldn't catch her breath and panted slowly, her chest heaving. She was in agony, not only was she burning up but she was weak and her side was now constantly inflamed like the knife was still in her side being twisted around and plunged deeper and deeper into her flesh.
Kety would check on her now and again glancing from where he was marching with the other warriors and he didn't like what he was seeing, she was very pale and as far as he knew uncharacteristically irritable and sluggish. More than once he say her sway atop her horse and so he moved closer to her incase she were to fall which she never did but he continued to watch her.
Overall the journey was going well and they were making good time that was until someone heard the all to familiar clicking sound.
Roxton's head jerked up from where it had been resting at his chest, he looked down at Marguerite who lay in the cart next to him. She was motionless aside from the rhythmic movements of her breathing. But he was sure that he had heard something. He then looked at Robert who was dozing at the back of the cart. He nudged him,
"HUH! What?!-" he said awaking with a start looking around "Is something wrong?!" he said looking down at Marguerite who was still unmoving
"No," Roxton whispered "But listen do you hear anything?"
They both listened
"No-perhaps you were dreaming," he shrugged leaning back "It has been a bit of a stressful few days,"
"Maybe," Roxton said rubbing the back of his neck and settling back down. "Tell me about it,"
Robert looked over to Deanna, she certainly looked awful if he could ever actually believe that she was awful looking. The way she sat atop her horse was even strange, she didn't look beautiful and dignified sitting straight up in the saddle. She looked tired and pained, hunched over her horse's neck supporting herself with the curl of her back, and she swayed every so often as if she was going to fall asleep and slid off the side of the horse.
Robert was about to call out to her when he heard something, he felt Roxton jerk up next to him,
"Now I know I heard that," he exclaimed looking around
"There," said Robert seeing the bushes rustle right next to where Malone and Veronica where walking in front of Deanna's horse.
But just as they began to yell, a whole pack of raptors jumped out at the travelers.
Malone snagged Veronica pulling her out of the way,
Deanna's horse bucked up throwing her off into the air, Kety lunged for her and fell just short off her as he to fell onto the ground next to her.
"You stay with Marguerite! Robert ordered as he grabbed his pistol and jumped out of the cart.
And it was like the Cyzan were at war again only this time it was with nature and very rarely does man prevail over nature. But in this instance . .
The warriors overpowered and killed most of the dinosaurs their scaled bodies littering the ground, there was no mercy left in the men and so they killed heartlessly with cold sharp skills that were honed into one goal, to survive.
It was over very quickly and everyone stood in silence cautiously looking around, when Roxton heard a twig snap, he spun back to see the light underbelly of a raptor, he braced himself for impact and then the creatures was gone.
Roxton looked over to the side of the cart and saw two dead raptors each shot in the heart lying next to the wooden wheels. He turned back and saw a very irritated looking Deanna standing with both her handguns smoking in her strained grip. Her chest heaved with labored breath as she stood rigid her teeth gritted in fury.
"Now!-do you think we've had enough for one day! Huh? J-Just Maybe!" she shouted annoyed and grabbing her horse's reins stalked off to the front of the party grumbling to herself and began off again.
The warriors who had been walking loaded the dead raptors onto their carts, at least now they wouldn't have to go hunting for a while and the procession continued to the village.
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They reached the lands outside the village just as the sun began to descend and in good time, Marguerite's health was depleting with her every breath and she was shaking with fever.
The woman and children of the village were waiting around the perimeter the children who had been keeping watch running back to tell them of the warriors return.
Deanna heard one of the boys running through the brush next to her, and in one swift motion she reached out and snagged him pulling him from his hiding place amongst the leaves.
"You're to far out Hartrane," Deanna said sternly holding the boy tightly around the collar of his shirt.
"Yes Lady bu-but you see, I'm the fastest runner so I have the farthest post-"
"This isn't a post, especially during wartime" Deanna said her face set
The boy looked alarmed hearing her mention war time and suddenly took notice of Deanna's injures and those of everyone else around him
"I know lady," he said putting his head down guiltily "It will not happen again."
"No it won't" She said her tone telling him that is wouldn't. She looked at him, "So you're one of the fastest runners?" she asked with a flat tone looking over at Robert who was frantically trying to stabilize Marguerite.
"Yes ma'am," he said attempting to stand up straight in Deanna's grip
"Well perhaps something good can come of your escapade, go to Blake and ask him what he needs for Marguerite-"
"Marguerite's been hurt!" the boy cried his heart falling he had become very fond of the dark haired lady who had a weakness for shiny things, they had become friends and she was teaching him a lot especially about gemology something he was very interested in.
Deanna looked at him loosening her grip slightly, she took a deep breath and put on a gently demeanor.
"Yes she had been hurt, very badly-" she said to him tenderly
His face fell and then he jumped suddenly as Deanna changed her tone.
"That's why I need you to listen to me!" she growled raising her voice "Go to Blake and see what he needs to have ready!! and THEN-run back to the village as fast as those feet of yours will carry you and tell the others!! Or so help me Hartrane!!" she finished pushing him off toward Robert his eyes still wide with fright.
"Wasn't that a bit harsh Deanna?" The chief said sympathetically riding his horse up next to her.
She smirked "If I've learned anything in my lifetime, it's that there's nothing like adrenaline," she smiled as they watched the boy dash off into the jungle.
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The women and other warriors, who had been left to protect the Cyzan lands, met the convoy at the edge of the village and began grabbing wounded and running them to safety.
The explorer's walked into chaos as they entered the village there was wounded everywhere people runningin and out of the jungle, and huts carrying supplies and stretchers of people every which way.
"Where's the one Hartrane told us about!!" shouted one of the medicine men, the Cyzan being a relatively modern tribe having more than one.
"Over here Jesabar!! She needs immediate attention, on the double!!" Deanna pointed from where she was still mounted on her horse. She saw Kety glance at her from the corner of her eye. She purposely rode her horse away from him and with the help of a low tree branch slid from the saddle. Her side was burning and it was hard for to stand, suddenly her side filled with pain and she wavered on her feet, and her head began spinning, she was sweating and she felt bile at the back of her throat.
She took in a quick breath and spit into the jungle. She closed her eyes forcing herself to stand up straight, she took in another deep breath and released it opening her eyes. She saw a group of warriors being rushed out of the jungle and gritting her teeth in pain she quickly limped over to them.
'I will see this through, I will see that everything is alright and that everyone is ok and then-' she left he thought unfinished as she reached the warriors and began barking instructions for and about their conditions and who could wait and who couldn't. It reminded her of triage duty during the war the memories sending chills through her body.
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Jesabar came running over to the wagon that Robert, Roxton and Marguerite were in. He jumped up into the cart his robes flowing around him. He looked around where the spear had penetrated Marguerite's abdomen and briefly at her other injuries, he then checked her eyes and quickly timed her pulse.
"We need to get her in immediately " he said jumping off the cart helping Roxton and Robert take the Marguerite from the wagon "it doesn't look like the spear hit any major organs but she has lost a lot of blood and her fever is out of control-" he said as they ran to the large medical hut where two other men wearing similar clothes as the shaman took Marguerite's stretcher and rushed her inside "Not to mention the fact that she's been beaten to hell-" he comments as he ushers a bewildered Roxton out of the hut, Blake disappearing into the chaos of the inside.
Roxton just stared at the curtain door his expression lost and distant.
"John?" said Challenger coming over to him "What did they say?- Roxton?"
Roxton turned to him noticing him for the first time "I-I don't know they-" he says turning back and pointing meekly unable to find the words
"Its alright John, she's in good hands" he said trying to reassure the hunter
"But I-" Roxton started but Challenger interrupted him
"Roxton we have more to do and then we have to get you check over,"
Roxton looked at him
"There are more people who need out help John," Challenger said
Roxton stayed silent having a hard time thinking or focusing
"Don't you think Marguerite would want you to?"
Roxton suddenly blinked come out of his daze, Challenger was right. He nodded and followed Challenger over to a group of injured warriors that Veronica and Malone were also helping attend to.
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Deanna was helping the warriors unload the wounded and then the raptors from the carts washing away the blood so it wouldn't attract any predators when one of the horses catching sight of a raptor being moved became startled and started bucking up throwing the cart it was attached to back and forth into two other horses who were tied close by, causing them to rear and kick. The warriors ran in and out amongst them trying to get them untangled and calmed down, Deanna tried to grab at the reins of one but jumped off to the side when it's front hooves slammed into a barrel next to her, she slowly backed up getting dizzy again when one of the tied horses jumped up and kicked back sending the wagon and horse attached flying, they rolled a ways and the warriors scattered but the horse rammed into a few of them and then unexpectedly tried to get up and rolled back the other direction swinging what was left of the wagon into Deanna and another man, pinning them up against a large tree. Deanna shrieked out in pain hearing a tumult of sickening cracks from inside her. Her side erupting in shoots of pain making her feel as though she was being stabbed all over again.
The free warriors quickly ran over and cut the horse from the wagon and pulled the wagon away breaking off pieces of it to free Deanna and the other man.
When they pulled the wood away Deanna wouldn't even move but the other man stood up and rotated his limps.
"Are you two ok?" one of the warriors asked
"Fine," Deanna managed to whimper out quickly still leaning against the tree holding to a low branch
"I'm alright," said the man " but I'm defiantly going to feel that in the morning,"
"What the hell is he talking about I'm feeling it now, " Deanna growled to herself as she quietly slipped away and over to another tree a little farther away from the village. Her side was screaming with pain and it suddenly shot shoots of what, to her, felt like lightening throughout her senses. She fell to her knees throwing a hand over her mouth to stifle her yelp of pain. Deanna sat there her head spinning; her body shaking uncontrollably, beads of sweat rolling over her brow, a bitter taste entering her mouth as she feels bile once again rise in her throat.
Her head suddenly jerks up as she hears Robert's voice. She scrambles behind the large tree and falls into the underbrush where she commences to cough as if to vomit, but when she opens her eyes she realizes that she is coughing up blood. The first real twinge of fear begins to gnaw at her stomach, which causes her to only cough more, tears of pain coming to her eyes.
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A few minutes before . .
"Roxton did you hear that?"
"It sounds like trouble-," said Roxton stepping away form the man he had been helping out of a wagon.
"You all stay here-" Robert said as he and Roxton took of for the village, they hear a lot of horses shrieking and yelling as they reached the village. After a moment they see a group of men pulling on the reins of three skittish horses, pieces of a destroyed wagon littering the ground. Robert and Roxton jumped in and helped the warriors till the horses were calm and they could talk.
"Thank you," said a longhaired warrior
"What happened?" asked Roxton
"One of the horse was startled when we started moving the raptors from the wagons," the warrior responded
"Oh, was anyone hurt?" asked Robert
"No but Quein and Lady got banged up a bit," answer the warrior thumbing over in the direction of Quein who was rubbing his shoulder
"Deanna?!" said Robert startled "Where is she?"
"I'm not sure Blake, she walked off in the direction of wagons outside of the perimeter,"
"She walked?" Robert asked
"Yes sir, is that all?"
"Yes thank you," he said he and Roxton moving back out toward the men they had left in the jungle.
"It sounded like she was ok," Roxton tried to reassure his friend but in only succeeded in bringing up more urgent thoughts of Marguerite which he had been trying to keep form his mind.
"Yes I know- I know," said Robert trying to be confident in the thought that if something was really wrong that he would know about it.
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About two hours later the chaos had died down and the villagers, shamans, along with the explorers were working smoothly like a well-oiled machine. Soon almost everyone had been checked out and was waiting their turn with the doctor, medicine man, or shaman
And most of the explorer's were waiting outside the medicine hut for news of their fallen comrade.
Roxton paced restlessly outside the doors while Veronica and Ned shared a seat on the back of a parked wagon. Challenger stood across from them speaking with the chief.
Ned turned to Veronica "How is your stomach?"
"Sore" she said a bit groggily
Ned smiled a bit and pulled her gently to him so she leaned on his shoulder. He gently ran his hand over her hair in a soothing motion. She smiled slightly as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his arm around her.
Robert walked over to them and Roxton practically knocked him to the ground as he ran over to him his voice earnest "Robert what is going on in there! She's been in there for hours and they haven't told me-er-us a thing, no one will talk to us-" he began to rant
"Hey –hey relax-" Robert said stopping him, he let his heart calm down and took a breath "I'll go see if I can get some answers ok?"
Roxton sighed "Thank you,"
Robert grinned and disappeared through the curtained door.
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About thirty minutes later Deanna silently limped over to the group, she was extremely pale her face taking on a bit of a blue green hue and her expression was very distant but she smiled slightly when spoken to and then stood quietly leaning a bit rigidly on a barrel toward the back of the group.
"What is he doing in there?!?!" Roxton started to fume when Robert emerged from the tent his expression looking somber and his eyes staring at the ground.
Roxton stepped back a minute taking in a deep breath starting to shake his head when Robert looked up and smiled brightly
"She's ok!! They think she is going to be all right!!"
Everyone was totally silent staring blankly at Blake
"Hello? did I stutter? I said Marguerite is alive! She's going to live!!" he laughed
And everyone clapped and whooped and laughed,
Deanna sighed a peaceful smile on her face
Roxton grabbed Robert in a giant bear hug and lifted the tall man off of the ground putting him down and moving to Challenger
"She's alive. She's going to be ok!" he cheered
"I know John, we heard,"
"And we couldn't be more happy!" smiled Ned gently hugging Veronica around the shoulders
"That is wonderful!!" laughed the chief
Jesabar suddenly walked out of the hut, "Do you think we can keep it down out here," he smiled knowing why they were so excited
"Sorry-Sorry" Roxton tried to whisper but he couldn't stop grinning he was just relieved and happy
"Can we see her?!" he asked almost towering over the small shaman.
"Would it matter if I said no," he smirked with a chuckle "Of course you can see her, but be careful she isn't out of the woods-er-jungle yet she is still unconscious and has a slight fever so I don't want her disturbed, but yes you may see her-AFTER- I check all of you out, starting with you young lady-" he said pointing to Veronica who smiled slightly "so follow me and…" the shaman's voice died out as he and Roxton followed by the Chief, Challenger, Veronica and Ned entered the large hut.
Leaving Robert and Deanna outside.
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Deanna stood very still turned away from the doorway of the medical hut where Robert was standing. She was fighting to keep control of her faculties and was afraid that she was finally losing.
She felt Robert's arms wrap around her from behind,
"She's going to be ok Deanna, it's over. Everything is alright and everyone is ok," Robert sighed nuzzling his face into her hair affectionately.
That was it-she couldn't help it any longer
"I'm sorry" she gasped and with a small whimper she fell limp in his arms,
"Deanna? DEANNA! Oh no-" she heard him gasp as he eased her to the ground.
He gasped again as he pulled his arm away, it was covered in blood, his eyes became wide with alarm, he looked her over quickly trying to find the wound but saw nothing. In earnest he ripped open her vest, and to his horror her shirt, the inside of the vest the top of her skirt, the purple sash and everything else Deanna had packed her wound with was soaked in black blood.
"OH God!" he cried looking from her wound to her face and back again. "Deanna!?! Deanna!?!" he said pulling her toward him supporting her head with one arm and pressing down on her wound with the other attempting to stop the bleeding. She began to cough and Robert started to panic as blood slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth.
"No- No, Deanna please- CHIEF!!!"
"Shhhh," Deanna managed to say, weakly running her fingertips over his face smiling slightly "Everything is alright and everyone is ok,-" she whispered as if it would comfort him.
'He looks so scared,' Deanna thought her mind becoming hazy. She smiled contently brushing his ruffled hair from his eyes.
"Deanna?" he moaned unsure
"I'm sorry Robert, I guess I was wrong" she chuckled ironically her expression changing slightly. Then her hand fell away from his face and her body became flaccid, her head falling against his chest.
Robert quickly took in a breath a lump forming in his throat, as he pressed harder on her wound blood dripping over his fingers.
"CHIEF!!!!-CHALLENGER!!!!!-ROXTON!!!!!-SOMEONE!!! HELP!!" Robert began yelling in desperation
"No Deanna you're not going to do this to me,- not now,- not like this-" he said defiantly "CHIEF!!!"
The Chief burst out of the hut and came running over to where he saw Robert crouched over someone
"By the gods!" he gasped calling other men to him in the Cyzan tongue "Bring her Robert-" he instructed running back to the medical tent.
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"Chief what is going on? What is all of the yelling about?" asked Roxton getting up from where a female shaman was bandaging his arm.
But the Chief couldn't even respond he shook his head and rushed past him. Roxton looked over at Challenger and Malone confused when Robert burst into the room Deanna unconscious in his arms her arms and hair hanging down from her body, blood everywhere including all over Robert now.
"OH my God, Robert!" cried Challenger "What happened?!"
"Please help her!" he choked laying her on a table the shamans had suddenly cleared. He brushed his hands over her cheek clearing her long hair from her face. He looked back down at the wound,
"We need to stop the bleeding!- and wash this out- I-I can't see how deep it is-" he began to banter when he suddenly looked up at everyone as they just stared back at him.
"Come on!" he barked his demeanor wild.
"Come on Robert-" said Challenger trying to pull him away so the Shamans and medicine men could help Deanna, he knew from experience that when a person's welfare was involved emotion could only make matters worse.
"NO! She needs me!" Robert said pulling his arm back quickly
"Blake you know just as I do that you have to let them do their job-" Roxton tried to reason
Robert stopped swallowing looking at Roxton his face suddenly taking on a meek and almost frightened expression.
"Come on Robert," said Roxton in the same understanding tone motioning for them to leave the room.
Robert looked back at Deanna's pale face and then up at the people who were waiting for the chance to save her. He nodded and stepped back away from the table,
"Save her," he swallowed again his eyes beginning to sting
And the medicine men leapt in closing him out and blocking his view of Deanna.
He stood there a moment almost paralyzed as he listened to the shamans shouting back and forth to each other in different languages, tones and dialects. He cringed as he saw blood soaked cloths and Deanna's clothing hit the dirt floor.
Roxton looked at the ground well aware of his friend's shock and sorrow, he walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.
Blake looked back at him and breathed in deep through his nose as Roxton ushered him out of the tent.
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"What's going on Ned?" Veronica asked as Malone entered the hut she had been placed in after the shamans had reset her ribs and bound her stomach up. She sat up slightly in her cot, but Malone motioned that there was no need and for her to lay back down.
She looked at him puzzled but eased herself down onto her bent elbow.
"It appears-" Malone starter wetting his lips "That Deanna wasn't as fine as we all thought,"
"Yeah she was in pretty bad shape, she shouldn't have been pushing herself like she was, -" Veronica started but Ned stopped her shaking his head.
"No that wasn't it,"
"What do you mean? Is she ok? What happened?" Veronica asked sitting up again
"We don't know, but at some point during the battle she was stabbed in the abdomen,"
Veronica's mouthed opened slightly, shocked
"The Chief told us that it-it punctured her spleen and-"
"And?!" Veronica said anxious for what he was going to say "I don't know, " He shook his head sadly "She's still in with the medicine men, we just found out about and hour ago,"
"So she just walked around with a serious injure without telling anyone!" Veronica cried shocked
"Yeah, I guess-yeah," Ned nodded
"Oh my god-" said Veronica looking down
"Yeah I know,"
There was a stunned pause
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Roxton slowly walked into Marguerite's dark tent, an older woman in long shaman robes looked up at him. She was sitting in a chair next to a cot, where although he couldn't see her Roxton knew Marguerite was lying. The old woman nodded to him and took a bowl off a table next to the cot and left the room.
Roxton stood unsure in the middle of the room fingering the rim of his hat in his large rough hands. He took a deep breath and as quietly as he could he walked over to the cot. He felt as though he couldn't breathe as he looked at Marguerite, as relieved as he was that she was alive, he was so scared. She was so pale and looked like she was in so much pain and he could see how she still shook with fever
'-and what if she developed a infection? What if she never wakes up?' these troubled thoughts ripped through his mind.
"Oh Marguerite," he whimpered taking her delicate hand and folding it in his own large hands bringing it to his face as he felt tears coming to his eyes as he sat down in the chair next to the cot.
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"How is Blake?" Veronica asked worried
Ned just shook his head, worry and exhaustion evident on his young features
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Robert sat behind the large Medicine hut tapping his foot restlessly. he then threw his hands down and stood up running his fingers through his hair. He paced back and forth for a few minutes only to sit and repeat the whole process all over again.
'How could she?! How could she do this?! Why would she do this!? I know she likes to try and drive me out of her mind! NO -No what am I talking about!! She just has the self-preservation instincts of- of- well from what I hear Roxton, But I think HE would tell someone after he had been STABBED!!-' Robert cried in his head bringing his hand to his face
"Oh Go-d!" he moaned in agony
Just as Robert began his worried pacing again a man came out and set a box of bloodied clothes and such behind the hut with some other items that needed to either be washed or disposed of and then walked off in another direction.
Robert looked at the box and then looked around to see that the man wasn't coming back and sneaked over to it. He crouched down and started to ruffle through it's contents, maybe this would give him an idea what was going on in there.
"Come on, come on-" he said impatiently when his heart stopped as he pulled something out of the box. His heart fell, Deanna's shirt ripped to pieces three shades darker than it should be saturated with blood, her blood.
Robert felt a lump forming in his throat and his chest tighten as tears started to form in his eyes. He gripped the fabric fiercely in his hands gritting his teeth, the tears stinging his eyes as he brought it to him releasing an agonized sob that shock his body as he sat there crouched on the cold ground the dark night silent all around him.
What tortures would the dawn bring? For all of them?
Next time on the Woman in the Black heels and the friend found . . .
Author's Notes: LOL No seriously, I'm not even going to try and guess when I will have the next chapter out I just hope that it will be soon, but I can't make any promises. School and life is a bit demanding at the moment but as always I will do my best.
LOL, Oh andon a something totally irrelevant,
If you want to be totally freaked out and confused go see the movie the "The Ring" that is some scary- well- freaky stuff. There is seriously no other way to describe it. AH!! It-was –I was AH!! omg- just yeah- if you like that sort of thing I recommend it, if you are generally squeamish I'm not sure if you should go but I just had to tell you guys cause man that was a really really strange movie. LOL
Ok lol now that I have you all completely confused lol, I hope to hear from you, because remember. .
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