And so it was a bridge. It was smaller than she thought it would be but the waters rushing neath it was deeper than she thought, for unlike the bridge she knew back home, there were no giant rocks breaking the flow of the loud, rushing river.
Hazel eyes widened as she caught glimpses of the silhouettes madly dashing away from the fire, panick-stricken and desperate to live. But she saw their fate unfold in cold dark splashes. And so tears streamed down her face, cutting bitter paths down her dirtied cheeks as she realized she could not save them. Animals were leaping into the rapids, swept away before even getting a few feet in. Dozens of bodies, hurtling downstream, tumbling, tossing, gasping and begging for freedom from this nightmare, but finding little to no reprieve. MC was watching them die and there was not a single thing she could do about it; for all her strength and athletic prowess, Mia-Canta was rendered helpless. Si, Mama was right. This was truly where the bad girls go.
This truly was Hell.
She was never going home.
They were going to be tortured here.
Forever.
And ever.
They had already lost one--
“--y nunca mas...! Me lo prometí a mí mismo!!!” For even in Hell, MC would never break her promises. Especially to herself. Grandma always said those were the most important ones because those were the easiest to break.
Quickly she swept the tears from her eyes, then covered them with clenched fists as she took stock of the current events and how to escape this predicament.
The fireflies that lined our path went no further; just at the shores. Senior Buho took the flower girl's headdress but did not harm it. The shooters most likely were after them. Banditos. Pirates, said the images from Mister Owl. (She gave a couple of kicks and stomped at the rats that followed them when she thought of the Banditos. These rats drinking blood and those following them would most likely love to see this Owl dead now, for all those rats cared).
The purple light shone bright at the other light. The green one. Living. Trapped in steel, said the images from Senior Buho. On the other side. Fire raging on the other side of the bridge. The fireflies went no further. Shooters behind. Promise to new friends. Bridge over deeper water. Deeper...? For what reasons? Could something pass? Of course!!! “Hello! We go!” MC had to raise her voice over the sound of the rushing waters. She pointed at the bridge,
“That do... like this, no?”Both arms she held at shoulder height and bent at the elbows, both sets of fingers touching each other just in front of her breasts; a straight but connected line in two parts. She made clicking noises as she broke that line by lifting her forearms upward and away from each other as if creating the letter 'A.'
She then flexed her arms, making her biceps bulge then she pointed at the three of them there. Again she pointed at the bridge then pantomimed turning a crank with much difficulty.
With her left hand, she then pointed to the way they came and pantomimed shooting arrows, them smacked her forehead,
“Ay! Los banditos idiotos!” Then with her right hand she pointed across the bridge and threw her hands up, fingers twitching as if pulling on invisible harp strings,
“Oh, peligro! Fuego! Whooosh!”Once again she pointed to the bridge,
“Okay. There,” she then looked away with a shy smile,
“mis amigas be okay there...” But little did she know that there were two more beings upon the bridge, just near, oh so near the spot she sought.
She could not help but feel that sudden, yet strange comfort Eveline had felt earlier about their little group here. Suddenly she looked up and pointed to the green light.
“Light verde need MC, Robin y... 'Senorita Florita Feliz.' Sooooooo... we take!”The only sign of the flower girl now was the owl on her shoulder and the floating garments and headdress. She turned to the owl and gave shy smile and respectful nod, impressing upon it a mental hug after feeling its pain earlier; hopefully he was not too upset with Eveline helping him out.
“You go? O quedarse con nosotros? Stay here? We help you, okay, Senior... Grunon... heheh...”“Hello, Senorita Florita Feliz. You take away? No see no more?” she tapped the garland and the shoulders of Eveline's dress. She would take the items if given. Happily. With a smirk. And a sly raise of an roan eyebrow. Then a bite of her lower lip. Hazel eyes trying desperately to look away and not imagine what she could not see right at this moment. Si, she would take the items if given.
MC then turned to Robin and pointed to the sexless being's green eyes then pantomimed the spinning of a crank once more but this time turning it with much urgency,
“We see like that? Fast, we do!”Once to the left then to the right did MC stretch her long neck. Long strong arms spun in circles as she limbered up. Rapid popping noised sounded out as she cracked her knuckles. A nod to each of her companions. A wry smirk pulled up at the corner of her mouth as she punted away a bloodrat for good measure. She let out a slow calming breath as she lowered herself into a runners pose.
“Rapido, amigas, no?” MC said, muscles wound up like a spring under massive tension,
“mas rapido que El Diablo.”“Vamos!!” MC sprung away, hell bent towards the bridge.
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