“Hurry!!!” the single word from Senior Buho was an arrow piercing through her thick skull.
Of course she was hurrying, but from what that word and...
experience the owl relayed to MC, she could tell that what she was doing was actually helping. And as tired as her arms were now, as much sweat that dotted her upper lip and brow now, as much as her mind told her her attempts were futile, si, she would keep going, but no, she would dare not keep her hopes up.
She dared not yet.
The bridge rumbled and the gears grumbled as she spun that wheel, fighting to halt the unstoppable and attempting to defy the impossible. But she was almost there. Almost there.
Senior Buho's anticipation filled her mind like wings of hope spreading, daring to fly into pitch black and howling stormy skies. But she dared not smile.
She dared not yet.
A single glance she afforded over her shoulder and she saw what her endevours had accomplished. The bridge connected! Her friends would have a chance to jump onto the bridge. She would have saved them.
Sabana could shed that name and they would love her, they would hug her, for she, Mia-Canta Suzanne Risalinda Lasperritas, would have saved them. And now, only now under the dark skies, against the raging rapids, flaming inferno and murderous pirates chasing them, only now did she dare smile. MC did something right.
And so now she dared.
A fond smile, would soon begin to break into a full grin for she did not screw u--
ROAR CRASH RUMBLE CREAK-CLINK-GROOAANN SNAP! MC was unceremoniously tossed away from the crank and flung painfully against the railing on the other side of the bridge. But somehow she managed to hold on and keep from hurtling over the edge. And now another somehow, a miraculously curious somehow, the sexless beautiful Robin appeared and was clutching desperately at her arm; the messenger's fingertips were digging deep into MC's bicep enough to make the Latina yelp. It was like a death grip.
Regardless of how impossible it was that Robin seemed to 'blink' into existence out of nowhere, MC did not feel relief. Not yet. No, for right now there was no time to feel but only to react. With her other arm she looped it tighter around the railing as if she were giving the metalic bar some kind of headlock. This reaction was her saving grace because the bridge was caught in the current, broken free and about to--
CRASH!!!Oh, the water. Sooooo much water. Wild rampaging amounts of it by the tonnes, driving into her mouth and nose. For a second she thought she was going to die, die in Hell, but the cold surging wet let her go and she coughed out violently most of what had forced its way into her lungs. And still she held on to the railing for dear life and hopefully against all hopes, her dear friend was still latched onto her arm.
The roar of the rapids sounded like an insane beast promising more madness and pain to the survivors, laughing in time with the glow and pulsing light of its slick, wet insides. Survivors not for long, it seemed to taunt.
Survivors...
She had not given up a name and so MC had called her
Senorita Florita Feliz.If Robin was still beside her, MC would summon enough strength to pull the messenger close enough to fondly, if but only momentarily, brush her brown cheek against the other females olive one. A promise she kept for one friend. And for the other...?
Hello, Mister Owl, long, dark lashed lids snapped close over hazel eyes, red-brown eyebrows furrowed together as she spread the wings of her thoughts towards the others back on shore,
We will find you. Please be safe. Green and Violet lighted lanterns will hopefully be with us. We will find you and Lil' Miss Happy Flower... 
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