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Chapter 5: Burning Bridges

"…You REALLY want to cross this bridge?" shouted the man on the other side of the river.

Isaac groaned and shouted over, "YES! FOR THE SEVENTEENTH TIME YES!" Isaac's patience was wearing paper thin at this man. His mind contained too many bridge-like elements…

"LOWER THE GATE!" Isaac tried again, waiving his arms threateningly.

"YOU KNOW…" shouted the other man across the way, "SOME PEOPLE DON'T APPRECIATE THIS BRIDGE!"

Isaac groaned again and sat down.

"I give up!" he moaned, "This guy will NOT drop this drawbridge!" He sat down, looking dejected. Mia sat next to him, attempting to comfort him.

"It's alright honey," she said, "We'll get the bridge down soon enough, you'll see…"

"Yeah, I know…" Isaac huffed, throwing a rock into the river, "It's just…I wish I could help Hammet, but this MORON…"

Mia pressed a finger to his lips, "We'll have none of that," she scolded, "Now let's try to talk to him again. Isaac?"

Isaac had managed to slip out from her grasp and was watching Jenna attempting to shoot Mitch's bow at a can. He chuckled.

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Perspiration dripped from Jenna's nose as she pulled on the bow string with every ounce of strength in her arm. She grunted as she barely got the string back far enough to fire. She was desperately trying to remember what Mitch had shown her only twenty seconds before as her aim wavered and swayed by a full six inches.

"So…" she said with a voice as strained as her muscles, "If I want to fire two arrows at once…"

Mitch chuckled politely, "Let's concentrate on one at first, eh?"

Jenna felt herself blush, "This thing has quite a hard pull," She tried to ignore the fact that her fingers wanted to snap off. She felt someone position themselves behind her and felt the majority of the strain go away. Mitch had covered her hands with his and was helping her pull. She blushed redder.

"That's because this is a longbow," he explained calmly. Jenna shivered as she heard his voice directly in her ear. "Try sliding your grip up about an inch Jenna, it's my sweet spot,"

Jenna slowly released the string, shifted her grip, and pulled the string into firing position. This time it was a bit easier, but still hard on her arms.

"Sweet spot?" she asked, trying to steady her aim, "What's that?"

"It's the spot where both ends of the bow cancel each other out, thus making it easier to pull,"

"I like sweet spots,"

"So do I Jenna, so do I," Mitch patted Jenna on the head approvingly. "Pull it back a bit more…That's the ticket! Now…LET GO!"

The energy held in the string made it go TWANG as Jenna's fingers snapped back like Mitch had shown her. When Jenna opened her eyes, the can was still there.

"Aww!" she groaned, arching her back, "I missed!"

She felt a hand rest on her shoulder and turned around.

"It's not as easy as it looks, huh?" Mitch asked with a kind smile. He jerked a thumb backwards towards a nearby tree.

There was an arrow in it.

"It's takes a lot of skill to shoot an arrow backwards," he mumbled thoughtfully, "Not even I'VE managed that yet!"

There was a moment of silence as their heads turned very slowly until they looked each other in the eye, and then they both exploded into hysterical laughter.

"What's going on over here?" Mia asked, "You sound like you're going to have-" she paused as they fell to the ground, "-a heart attack…"

Mitch managed to get to his knees and looked up at her, tears streaming. He mumbled something undecipherable before he stood and wiped his eyes. It sounded somewhat like an apology.

Jenna, however, was totally lost in hysteria. Mia watched, with a raised eyebrow, as she rolled past, clutching her stomach and fighting for breath. She came to a stop and Mitch helped her off of the ground while she was still giggling. Her face was bright red as she took in a huge breath and coughed violently as she tried to recover from the previous madness. She slumped backwards into Mitch's arms as her legs failed again.

"I…can't….b…breathe!" she gasped gleefully, looking straight up at Mitch, "Can't…breathe…"

Mia smiled knowingly at the couple before looking over her shoulder at Isaac, who was screaming at the man on the other side of the river. She sighed "Men," when the conversation escalated to a certain level, and Jenna was one-eighth walking and being seven-eighths carried to the situation. It one swift move, Isaac turned around, glared at Mia to follow, and stomped off and plunked to the ground. Mia shrugged and followed.

"What's gotten into him?" Jenna asked truthfully, looking up with big innocent eyes.

"Couldn't say, Jenna, couldn't say…" was the reply, and Jenna managed to stand on her own, "I think I know how we can cross this river…"

"How's that?" Jenna asked curiously. She saw a glint in Mitch's eye that worried her.

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Over the roaring of the river, Mitch could hear Jenna, which wasn't surprising. Jenna could be audible over a rocket engine at full throttle when she wanted to. In this case, she was commanding, "MITCH! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" Mitch shook his head and continued his journey over the swirling, snarling rapids.

Earlier he had noticed a shelf of rock that jutted out from the steep bank only 2 inches, and if he pressed his back to the rock wall like this he should be able to make it to that tree root about twenty feet from where he started, and if he swung carefully he might be able to get purchase on that rock in the river, then it would be the simple task of climbing, hand-over-hand, another slippery root that probably wouldn't break. Halfway into the shelf of rock part, he whistled the 'Hi-Ho' song to himself. Being a ranger or 'Man-Of-The-Forest' in the local tongue, he had experience with this sort of risk taking and did it very well on a daily basis, and thus wasn't afraid. His new friend, however, didn't share this quality. She probably never had to hunt for her meals. (Chasing rogue chickens in the marketplace with a rotisserie skewer is not considered hunting, at least to Mitch)

"MITCH!!!!" Jenna screamed as a few pebbles dislodged, causing him to waver slightly. The others had hurried over a second before and began making frantic inquires to Jenna, such as "What the hell is your boyfriend doing out there?", and "Whoa, why can't I do that?"

Jenna, however, was the purest description of emotional driven rage that probably could ever exist. In her mind, fear and fury fought a bitter war for control, with concern and worry joining forces and trying to squeeze in. Jenna's feelings for Mitch joined in the melee while Jenna's self-preservation was kicking about somewhere, prodding her quietly in warning. In the body, various hormones doubled and tripled in quantity, resulting in something that looked red with rage, white with terror, and would do one of two things when Mitch came back, 1: Smother him with kisses, or 2: Throttle him.

"HI-HO! HI-HO!" Mitch sang out as he starting swinging on the root. It creaked ominously, but if it would have had a mind, it would have taken one look at Jenna and hoped desperately that its roots could hold on. He let go, ignored Jenna's shriek of terror, and executed a flip before landing solidly on the rock. The very small part of Jenna that wasn't panicking said to herself, Wow…She watched as Mitch hopped up and grabbed the other root, swinging as he made his way across. He reached the end and swung…

…and his hand slipped, and now he just barely was holding on with one hand, and Jenna saw a thin stream of blood where a sharp point in the root had disagreed with him. Jenna clenched her teeth and headed over to the shelf of rock where Mitch had begun, ignoring her friends cries…

Meanwhile Mitch looked at his stricken hand, which bled more profusely with movement. With a glance down, he knew that letting go was not an option, for if he did, he would end up somewhere downstream in pieces. On the other hand, Mitch stopped for the pun, going across the root with one hand was impossible, and swinging his legs up wouldn't work, he'd probably cut them too…

Jenna grunted with determination as she swung up onto the root and then onto the rock. She found adequate footing and hauled herself up onto the other root so and swung herself on top. After she had gotten her balance, she crawled carefully to where Mitch was precariously dangling over the hungry rapids.

"MITCH!" she shouted, holding out a hand, "HURRY!"

Mitch looked up and grinned. Slowly his other hand went up to meet hers.

Then he slipped.

Jenna, acting more on adrenaline than wit, lunged and clamped onto Mitch's hand. She heard him yelp in pain and felt the warm stream of blood running through her fingertips, but she ignored it. For a second, Mitch looked up and saw that her pupils where glowing red, and her face held an expression of grim determination.

Something washed over him, an aura of power. He'd felt it before, but he didn't know exactly what it was. He called it his 'Nature-Sense', and it came back to aid him as it always did.

"Tookme long enough…" he muttered to himself as he gritted his teeth.

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"She's using psynergy," Isaac observed as Jenna grabbed Mitch's hand with both of hers.

"Shouldn't we help?" Mia asked frantically.

"How?" Ivan piped up, aiming a whirlwind psynergy at Jenna and Mitch, in attempt to carry them to safety. (Dizzy but safe) . The torrent missed and threw water all over them, making things even worse.

"Oops," he said sheepishly, "SORRY!" he shouted.

"Mia!" Isaac barked, "Try to freeze the water upstream!" Mia complied and ran.

"Sheba and Ivan! Try to get them to safety with Whirlwind," They nodded and sighted along their rods.

"Everyone else!" Isaac faltered, "Uh…Go do something!"

"What dowe do?" Garet asked.

"Anything!"

"Right."

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Icy cold water sprayed up at Jenna, hitting her all at once. It sizzled as it hit her, and the force of it nearly knocked her lose, but that didn't matter to her. All that mattered to her now was to get Mitch…

"WHEN I COUNT TO 3," Mitch heard Jenna shout, "PULL AS HARD AS YOU CAN!"

Mitch looked up and nodded. When he did so, Jenna's expression contorted into one of surprise, then into one of amazement.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WHERE A M…" Another tidal wave of water drowned out the ending.

"WHAT?" Mitch shouted back.

Jenna shook her head to say that it wasn't important at the moment, and she took a deep breath.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"

The sheer force brought them both into the air, and Ivan adjusted his aim at the last moment and…

PHOOM!!!

…there was a crash of air against Mitch and Jenna's bodies. A feeling of whirling, a moment of nausea, and finally they where both safe on dry ground.

When Jenna had the courage to open her eyes, she found herself staring into Mitch's eyes. The bright red glow in them had subsided to a mere hint of a sparkle. He was smiling.

"Thanks," he said quietly.

"Anytime," she whispered back, "Can you get up? Are you hurt?"

There was a moment of silence before Mitch said, "If you could get off of me, I'm sure I could manage," There was no rudeness in his voice, and he grinned shyly at her.

She bolted upright, "I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, blushing furiously, "I…I didn't mean to…"

Mitch slowly stood and continued his shy smile, "N..no…it's alright…No worries right?"

After another second or two, Mitch said, "Well, what do we do now?"

"I don't know about you," Jenna said, growling, "But I'm getting really angry…"

Mitch followed her as she stalked to a small building beside the bridge.

"Oh Hell…"

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The drawbridge operator sat back in his fortified little hut. He was a simple man with an obsession with bridges; he wanted nothing more than a book (about bridges), a drawbridge, or even a causeway to make him happy. The young man that had been shouting earlier didn't seem very fond of the bridge. He almost treated it like it was something to be stepped on! Bah!

This man's simple thought line was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Go away." said the operator to the door without looking up from Bridges, a Crossing in History, "The bridge is closed."

He was aware of a sudden rise in temperature and he glanced up for a second. Slowly he realized what was happening.

"That door's solid iron!" he shouted, "There's no way you can-"

The edges of the door took on a dim red hue and a little piece of molten metal dripped to the ground.

"You know it's against the law to-"

The door exploded.

When the operator could see again, he would have preferred not to. Jenna's form unfolded slowly but with great power, looking like something coming out of the Abyss, blood dripping from her right hand. Her pupils where glowing bright red as she hauled the middle-aged man out of his seat and easily held him suspended in the air by his shirt.

"Do you realize that you almost got me and my boyfr…friend killed here?" she snarled.

The operator looked around frantically, but Jenna was seemingly all that existed at the moment, as was the possibility that he wouldn't.

"N…no ma'am!" he babbled, "I…I…"

"Shut up!" she shouted, "Now I want you to get back in your seat," – She dropped him back

down – ", and you'll sit nice and quiet while my boyfri…my associate figures out how to drop the drawbridge,"

Mitch stepped through a Jenna-shaped hole in the door and smiled apologetically at the operator. He looked at the complex control panel and set to work pressing buttons and pulling little levers.

"Maybe if you…" the operator began.

"Shut up!" Jenna snarled.

"Okay."

A minute later, there was a crash of a bridge slamming onto the other side of the ground.

"Good." Jenna said, slightly calmer, "Now, do you have any bandages, I'll need 'em."

The operator made a muffled EEP sound and passed out. Jenna looked at Mitch.

"I just wanted to fix up your hand," she said, nudging the limp form aside, "What's so bad about that?"

Mitch chuckled and watched as she rummaged through a storage cabinet. She came out with a roll of white cloth in one hand and was inspecting a knife in the other.

The operator woke up, saw the knife, and passed out again with a pathetic whine.

Jenna saw Mitch's expression, "What?" she asked.

"Nothing, let's go."

Then, as a final insult, Jenna reached to the desk, grabbed an uneaten doughnut, broke it in two and gave one piece to Mitch before walking out of the cast-iron door…

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DOUGHNUTMASTER: Yes I know it took forever! Dodges rotten tomatoes I'm SORRY!!!

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