Chapter: 3
Disclaimer: I in no way own anything to do with TLW and no profit is being made from it.
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Rating: PG-13, for language and violence.
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"We are gathered here." The priest started, as Marguerite and Roxton exchanged rings, and the rest, which through it no one fell asleep or even yawned, but were teary eyed from seeing to people so much in love, except for the gunman, who was sitting sleeping, even snoring above as he then abruptly awakened, and composed himself saying "it's almost time."
"For as long as you both shall live." The priest continued, as Roxton looked lovingly into Marguerite's eyes replied, "I do." The Priest then asked Marguerite to do the same.
"Its show time" the gunman chuckled, as he aimed strait at the couple.
Marguerite was about to answer, when the small locking of the gun caught Roxton's attention. He looked up as the light reflected off the metal of the gun. The gun went off, Roxton pushed Marguerite down as the bullet grazed his arm but barely a cut, while the guests panicked and screamed in fear as they ran out of the church. Roxton then bent down, ignoring the stinging pain to help Marguerite up thinking he had taken the brunt of the bullet, but to his surprise she suddenly gasped, as she removed her hand from her side to reveal a bullet wound as crimson blood spread, quickly staining her dress. The others then hurried over to them.
"Are you guys alright?" Veronica asked worriedly.
Marguerite trembled as she tried standing; growing pale she replied "Just fine." Here eyes rolled back as she collapsed, Roxton quickly caught her.
"Well don't just stand there, call the doctor!" Roxton yelled at the others harshly, while the others stood in shock understanding why.
"I'm on it." Malone suddenly said as he ran as fast as he could to get some type of help.
"Yes die bitch die." The gunman cheered evilly. Roxton glared up angrily to see the shooter.
Veronica tried to go after him, but couldn't run in her currently more restricting clothing, "Damn" she muttered. The gunman had run down the stairs, and out the door before the others could reach him. Roxton held an unconscious Marguerite as he hollered "I'm going to get you bastard, if it's the last thing I do, do you hear me!"
Now the church was empty and only the 5 of them remained. Malone ran back, catching his breath. "Roxton the doctor won't make it on time it's over an hour away."
"Then there is only one thing we can do." Challenger said with seriousness and determination. "What?"
"Roxton we have to take her to him." Challenger said in a take-charge fatherly way, and told them each their tasks. "Veronica and Roxton you help get Marguerite dress off, Malone you bring the car to the front of the church." Ned nodded as he ran off again. Roxton felt ashamed as he helped quickly unbutton the Marguerite's back as they removed the layers of dress, revealing her white silk undergarments, which were now red.
"Poor Marguerite." Veronica sighed teary eyed. "All she ever wanted was a happy ending." Challenger ran up with wrappings, to temporarily help stop the flow of blood, as they laid her still, unconscious body on the ground.
SCREECH! The car made as Malone drove it to a sudden stop. Veronica and Challenger helped Roxton slowly pick up the lifeless Marguerite and put her into the car, while Veronica hopped in besides them. Challenger had to yell over the loud engine of the vehicle.
"I'll stay behind to talk to the police! Go, now!" Malone nodded as they sped away. The automobile shook from the gravel road. Which had woken Marguerite from her unconsciousness state.
"Huh, wah, where am I?" She asked groggily. She tried to move but pain shot through her body as she breathed through her teeth as she moaned in pain.
"Ssh, don't move, your in a car, were bringing you to a hospital." Roxton whispered soothingly, stroking her pale face. Roxton's face dropped, as he stared at Marguerite, squeezing her hand tightly staring at her now blood drenched her covered wrappings. From the pain Marguerite fell asleep once more. On the side of the road there was a sign that said hospital ahead.
"We're almost there!" Malone called to the others, from the driving seat of the car. Roxton sighed with partial relief, as Veronica stared off, as unknowing thoughts went through her mind. At times like these Veronica wished she was home, but remembered that Malone promised they would return to the plateau when everything was situated in their life, as she was growing homesick
Malone hands were gripped on the wheel not noticing how their color was starting to change from lack of blood circulation. His head and palms sweaty from the pressure of having a person's life in his hands. When they finally arrived Ned felt like was driving for hours as he yelled with pleasure. "We're here!" SCREECH! The car came to a complete sudden stop as the front of the automobile smoked from overheating. Malone hopped out of the car, and ran over to open their door as Roxton held Marguerite who was partially awake.
"Marguerite we're here." Roxton whispered, as they hurried into the hospital as a young hospital nurse recognizing the couple from what had spread about the incident of the shooting. She stood in shock for a moment before she jogged over to him. "Come with me, this way." Roxton then laid her onto the white mattress of a hospital bed.
"Doctor we've a shooting victim." The nurse said hurriedly to an older balding man. The doctor fixed his glasses as he followed the nurse into the room. Taking a look at the horrid sight which Marguerite was win, he said to the nurse "Oh my, get two more nurses, hurry," as the doctor noticed the weary figure of Roxton.
Putting his hands on Roxton's shoulders he seemingly push him out the door. "You've done all you can, now let me do my job, go sit in the waiting room." Roxton hesitated, but knew he couldn't do anything, so he took a last tearful glance before the doctor closed the door, with Marguerite's life, his to be wife, in the doctor's hands.
To be continued… don't forget to review