"Shang we knew she had you beat from the beginning." one man yelled. Mulan had thought out the whole plan. It was bound to go flawlessly. Right?
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Not only do I end them in cliffhangers but I forget to update. I'm a witch. Sorry guys. I got caught up in other ideas. and school.

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CHINA'S ANGEL

CHAPTER 5: The Middle tent
It was sunset, by the time all the men had their plannings and knew their cues. Shang couldn't help but feel this wasn't a good idea. Mulan assured him for the millionth time.

"It'll be easy." She coaxed. " I will go out make a deal to turn myself in if they stopped killing the innocent people of China. They'll say yes, Take me in and tie me up. I will wait in the 'prisoner' tent. the ment will celebrate, get drunk, and then passout. That gives you guys a chance to get in get me out and get the captian. Then the other troop will destroy the weapon's tent. It's foul proof." She grinned, showing all her teeth. Her confident smile gave the men confidence.

"How do you know they'll get drunk and pass out?" One of the men asked. Mulan smiled anticipating that question.

"The huns are supposed to be inferior to the Chinese, yet when anyone captures a main enemy they go out get drunk and pass out. It's human nature." The men thought about what she said for a minute and nodded.

Mulan walked into plain view, she was wearing pants and a tunic. Traditional Training clothes. She was quickly spotted, captured and taken to the captian, Ken-shi. Mulan felt nervous. Only then had the 'what if's' come to her. She had a sickening feeling growing in her stomach, or was it a late case of morning sickness (Think of the feeling you would have if you went on national tv without a script) The men dragged her into a Gerh (sp?) (tent) the middle one, Mulan thought with satisfation. She had been right about the captian's tent. She walked in and saw, nothing. Her senses picked up. This was weird. She dared her eyes to search, without drawing much attention. Then with a swoosh she saw a hun drop from the ceiling. **How'd he do that?** She wondered. The hun stalked around her, like a cat eyeing it's prey. He stopped inches from her face and stared hard into her eyes. His stare was on her forever before he finally spoke. It was a deep menacing voice, much like shan-yu's.

"You know, I was there." he started. "When my leader died. He was out witted by a girl. YOU." He glared hard at her. "I will never forget your face. I have seen your face in my memory since that night. Ever since you caused that avalanche, and killed Shan-Yu in the palace." He was growling. Mulan shivered. The men around her held her by her arms, weary of her antics and knowing of her martial skills. Mulan tried to give her best 'Beaten' Look.

"I give up. You have me. But please don't hurt any more people." she looked close to tears. Trying to act scared was a little too easy for her. She felt her acting growing real.

"You are right about one thing" Ken-shi growled. "We do have you. But your people will suffer! Men! take her to the prisoner tent. Tonight we celebrate, tomorrow, she hangs." The men drug her off. Mulan felt the sickening feeling rise in her throat. She willed herself not to throw up. She Wished Shang were there to help her or to comfort her. The men drug her to the tent. They easily tied her arms together behind a pole above her head and then they tied her feet to the same pole. She noticed that the sun had almost set. **Party time** she thought. Two men entered at that moment and untied her. Mulan looked around, alarmed. **That's not in the schedule!** Her mind screamed. The men led her out towards the fire, where all the men were gathered. **What's happening?** She wondered. As she was lead closer she noticed something. Men weren't the only people in the camp. There were Women, and children! The women looked at her in shock. Mulan knew what they were thinking. She was smaller than most of them and she still took down the feared Shan-yu. She smiled at one of the little girls she passed. The little girl waved, but was soon drug into the tent by her mother. Mulan smiled at the thought of that girl in a chinese village instead, where she would have been raised to be demure and poised. Mulan was snapped out of her thoughts when the men holding her stopped walking. Mulan's head snapped up. The men holding her arms let go and smiled.

"Run." one whispered, his voice sounded like he was daring her. It was then that she understood what what happening. It was a game. She was the cat and those men were the boys that were going to throw things and kick at it til the cat escaped or died. Mulan gulped. This wasn't going to end good.

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hahaha, I stopped here for now. I'm going to finish this one soon. I got a great ending in mind. Thank you everyone that replied. I love you guys!