Chapter 2
By Interested
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GRAMMAR ALERT: I'll still have grammar/spelling trouble, so please bare with me. I freaking wrote most of this at like 3 in the morn.
A/N: Please review, don't be harsh.
The explorers were forced forward till they stopped at what looked like the middle of nowhere. "Now what?" Roxton muttered. "Just wait." The young man stated. Suddenly before their eyes a clear shimmering globe field vanished revealing a large camp before their eyes. "My goodness," Challenger stated, as they stared in amazement. Once they walked forward the couple put their guns away. Confused, Veronica asked, "aren't you afraid we'll try to escape?" The dark haired woman stared at Veronica like an insolent child saying, "that is not possible, the only way in and out is through our leader, she's the one who controls it." "Enough go in there to meet your fate." The young woman said, pointing to a nearby tent.
They went into the tent, as there was a throne like chair and hanging curtains used as separations for rooms. "I was wondering when the plateau would bring you here." A voice said behind a curtain. Roxton's brows arched, as he knew that he recognized that voice from somewhere. Then slowly a woman appeared clad in leather, as her curly raven hair hung past her shoulders, while two chains ran down her chest. Which, were hooked onto the ouroboros and the trion pendants. The three stared in shock as they said in unison, "Marguerite!"
Not affected by the others outburst of confusion, Marguerite simply sat upon the large chair, leaning back, crossing her legs as she replied, "I haven't used that name in a long time, this place never stops to amaze me." Challenger was disconcerted, over the impossibilities of this situation. "How is this possible, if you are the Marguerite we know, then you'd be over 100 years old?" He questioned flustered. "Quite a deduction Challenger, but why don't we continue this discussion in the dinning area." She said, as Roxton noticed Marguerite's still pale skin, and though she still looked the same, her demeanor seemed more cold or indifferent.
Sitting down at a long, wooden, table. Challenger questioned, "This place, that clear shield, was your doing?" "Yes" she said flatly, as two men brought plates of bread and water for the explorers, except for Marguerite. "I'm sorry but that's all we have to eat these days, food itself has become an expensive commodity. " "Not hungry?" Roxton questioned, drinking from his glass. "I don't care much for food; I've lost taste for it years ago." Marguerite said, staring directly at Roxton, waiting for his next smart-alecky remark, when she started leaning back in her hair, "but what you really want to know is why I'm here, in 2033? Well…., do you remember the trickster Locke demon?" "Who could forget, but what does that have to do with you?" Veronica asked. "Yes indulge us Marguerite; what does the trickster god have to do with you?" Roxton asked irritated of the thought of their last encounter, where Locke had almost killed Marguerite. You remember what one of his goons told you?" "Only that they were immortal, never grew old and could only die by violent means." Their eyes grew wide as in realization of what Marguerite was suggesting. Then Veronica continued, "but I thought you would have to die, to become immortal?" "But she's here today, in this time… then you must have… Roxton weren't you the one who found her?" Challenger said, as he noticed the twinge of guilt that appeared on Roxton's paled face. "I pulled her, I mean you out of the water, I tried to wake you up… but you weren't breathing, I couldn't make you breath." He said to ashamed to look Marguerite in the face.
To be continued….. Remember the more reviews I get, the quicker I post ;)