Hello. sorry that took so long. Was experimenting around with this way of
writing Marguerite's POV about the situation. Basically, the words in
italics are her thoughts whereas the rest are..like a third-person
narration. Hope it works. cheers!
Marguerite sat by the fire, watching the erratic flames twitch in unison with the sputtering crackles.
We're taking Malone back to the tree-house at first light.
She directed her focus at the firelight, not wanting to recall the night's events or think of what unpredicted complication could arise from their present situation.
Veronica seems to have taken it quite well.
Beneath the façade, she knew that guilt would to swallow her friend whole should she lose her tenuous grip on her sanity for one second. Neither she nor Malone will come through unscathed, Roxton had said.
Malone.. it went further than the physical trauma.
Marguerite shuddered as she once again felt the whip's weight in her palm.
He's strong, like what Challenger said. He will pull through. He will overcome.
She then remembered his tear-streaked face and the evident terror that overrode all rational thought, further heightened by the hallucinogens' effects.
He will overcome. She couldn't stand to watch him suffer. He is family; they all are.
He will.
For now, only hope was left.
He has to.
Marguerite sat by the fire, watching the erratic flames twitch in unison with the sputtering crackles.
We're taking Malone back to the tree-house at first light.
She directed her focus at the firelight, not wanting to recall the night's events or think of what unpredicted complication could arise from their present situation.
Veronica seems to have taken it quite well.
Beneath the façade, she knew that guilt would to swallow her friend whole should she lose her tenuous grip on her sanity for one second. Neither she nor Malone will come through unscathed, Roxton had said.
Malone.. it went further than the physical trauma.
Marguerite shuddered as she once again felt the whip's weight in her palm.
He's strong, like what Challenger said. He will pull through. He will overcome.
She then remembered his tear-streaked face and the evident terror that overrode all rational thought, further heightened by the hallucinogens' effects.
He will overcome. She couldn't stand to watch him suffer. He is family; they all are.
He will.
For now, only hope was left.
He has to.