8/13/03
Hi guys! My deepest apologies! The last chapter was written a year and a half ago. I've been really busy this past year! First year of college you know... Haha. Thank you for your patience, your reviews, and your e- mails! I hope you like this chapter. It's very short, but I needed it to get back the feeling of writing again. By the way, I'm having problems italicizing words on fanfiction.net, so if you see *** before dialogue, it's of someone thinking, not saying out loud.
One arm beneath her arms, the other beneath her knees, Roxton gently raised Marguerite off the floor and started stumbling back into the woods, not paying attention to the fact that he wasn't covering his tracks.
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Half running half stumbling through the dense jungle, Roxton carried his unconscious love safely and securely in his arms. Out of breath, he decided to pause and take in their surroundings.
*** Damn! Our tracks! I'm going to have to backtrack a bit and cover them. If I don't, they'd gain up on us. But Marguerite still hasn't woken up. I don't want to leave her. But I must!
Gently Roxton lowered Marguerite onto the jungle ground. Brushing the hair that had fallen across her face, Roxton caressed her red cheek, evidence of Salin's abuse. His eyes took on a cold glint as he remembered Salin's body stroking and violating his Marguerite. His fists tightened in rage.
*** If I ever get my hands on that bastard again, I'll make sure my pistol would be the last thing on Earth that he'd ever see alive. First thing's first though, I have to get Marguerite to a safe area while I cover our tracks.
"Marguerite! Wake up!" Roxton gently said, as he stroked her hair. "Come on now, open your lovely eyes for me to see."
Marguerite, still dead to the world, continued to not respond to Roxton's pleas.
*** This won't do. I'll just have to hide her somewhere first, and pray that she doesn't wake up without me there to comfort her.
With that thought in mind, Roxton gently picked up his precious load, and continued walking deeper into the jungle, looking for somewhere safe to put Marguerite.
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After searching for a while, Roxton was able to find a deserted cave hidden behind several overgrown bushes. He settled Marguerite onto the ground, next to a rock in the cave. No weapons, no hat, no pack, Roxton had nothing to leave Marguerite, to show her once she woke that Roxton would be back.
*** I've got it! Roxton thought, as he tore off a thin strip of cloth from his shirt. Lifting Marguerite's hand, he securely tied it onto Marguerite's ring finger.
Chuckling, Roxton said out loud, "I wonder if Marguerite will be pleased or angry with me. The intentions are good, but yet here's another shirt Marguerite will have to mend for me. And we all know how Marguerite hates wasting her precious cloth."
*** When we get back to the tree house, which we will, Roxton thought determinedly, I'll pay the Zanga villagers a visit and see if I can trade some cloth for marguerite. From now on, I'll make sure Marguerite gets everything she desires.even if that includes giving me hell when this is all over. God knows I deserve it for not being there for her.
With that in mind, Roxton gently placed a kiss on her forward, and left the cave to start ridding the jungle ground of his tracks.
Hi guys! My deepest apologies! The last chapter was written a year and a half ago. I've been really busy this past year! First year of college you know... Haha. Thank you for your patience, your reviews, and your e- mails! I hope you like this chapter. It's very short, but I needed it to get back the feeling of writing again. By the way, I'm having problems italicizing words on fanfiction.net, so if you see *** before dialogue, it's of someone thinking, not saying out loud.
One arm beneath her arms, the other beneath her knees, Roxton gently raised Marguerite off the floor and started stumbling back into the woods, not paying attention to the fact that he wasn't covering his tracks.
* * * * * * * * * *
Half running half stumbling through the dense jungle, Roxton carried his unconscious love safely and securely in his arms. Out of breath, he decided to pause and take in their surroundings.
*** Damn! Our tracks! I'm going to have to backtrack a bit and cover them. If I don't, they'd gain up on us. But Marguerite still hasn't woken up. I don't want to leave her. But I must!
Gently Roxton lowered Marguerite onto the jungle ground. Brushing the hair that had fallen across her face, Roxton caressed her red cheek, evidence of Salin's abuse. His eyes took on a cold glint as he remembered Salin's body stroking and violating his Marguerite. His fists tightened in rage.
*** If I ever get my hands on that bastard again, I'll make sure my pistol would be the last thing on Earth that he'd ever see alive. First thing's first though, I have to get Marguerite to a safe area while I cover our tracks.
"Marguerite! Wake up!" Roxton gently said, as he stroked her hair. "Come on now, open your lovely eyes for me to see."
Marguerite, still dead to the world, continued to not respond to Roxton's pleas.
*** This won't do. I'll just have to hide her somewhere first, and pray that she doesn't wake up without me there to comfort her.
With that thought in mind, Roxton gently picked up his precious load, and continued walking deeper into the jungle, looking for somewhere safe to put Marguerite.
* * * * * * * * *
After searching for a while, Roxton was able to find a deserted cave hidden behind several overgrown bushes. He settled Marguerite onto the ground, next to a rock in the cave. No weapons, no hat, no pack, Roxton had nothing to leave Marguerite, to show her once she woke that Roxton would be back.
*** I've got it! Roxton thought, as he tore off a thin strip of cloth from his shirt. Lifting Marguerite's hand, he securely tied it onto Marguerite's ring finger.
Chuckling, Roxton said out loud, "I wonder if Marguerite will be pleased or angry with me. The intentions are good, but yet here's another shirt Marguerite will have to mend for me. And we all know how Marguerite hates wasting her precious cloth."
*** When we get back to the tree house, which we will, Roxton thought determinedly, I'll pay the Zanga villagers a visit and see if I can trade some cloth for marguerite. From now on, I'll make sure Marguerite gets everything she desires.even if that includes giving me hell when this is all over. God knows I deserve it for not being there for her.
With that in mind, Roxton gently placed a kiss on her forward, and left the cave to start ridding the jungle ground of his tracks.