Mr. Faustus said something but Malou couldn't hear him over the water and the roar of the wind. All she could focus on was holding on to the wall, clinging as she kicked her legs to try and stay near the wall, it was as if she were constantly swimming back toward the wall. Soon she felt the warmth of Mr. Prewett next to her, pulling himself up onto the wall and then his hand was there reaching for her own.
Malou let go of the wall with a hand, the pressure pulling intensely on her second hand as she swung for his hand. She felt the warmth of his palm as her hand started to slide from the tentative grasp, she held on harder. Wet hands were not helping them. With more strength then she new she possessed she managed to grab his other hand and together they managed to haul her onto the edge of the wall, feet still in the rushing water.
Wild eyes looked around to find that it had not been the roof of the kitchen that had flown off but half of the room above it. Malou's gasp was lost to the wind as she turned and noticed half of a parlor behind them - and it had a roof to protect them. Malou scrambled onto her knees, the wet fabric of her dress catching on broken floorboards, nails, and wall fragments. She didn't even notice. She was almost standing, wind and rain lashing at her when a branch caught her in the middle and sent her backward to the water.
Breathe knocked out of her Malou couldn't even scream as she was flung back into the flooding kitchen, her hand reaching for Mr. Prewett in desperation, fear wild in her wide eyes.
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Malou let go of the wall with a hand, the pressure pulling intensely on her second hand as she swung for his hand. She felt the warmth of his palm as her hand started to slide from the tentative grasp, she held on harder. Wet hands were not helping them. With more strength then she new she possessed she managed to grab his other hand and together they managed to haul her onto the edge of the wall, feet still in the rushing water.
Wild eyes looked around to find that it had not been the roof of the kitchen that had flown off but half of the room above it. Malou's gasp was lost to the wind as she turned and noticed half of a parlor behind them - and it had a roof to protect them. Malou scrambled onto her knees, the wet fabric of her dress catching on broken floorboards, nails, and wall fragments. She didn't even notice. She was almost standing, wind and rain lashing at her when a branch caught her in the middle and sent her backward to the water.
Breathe knocked out of her Malou couldn't even scream as she was flung back into the flooding kitchen, her hand reaching for Mr. Prewett in desperation, fear wild in her wide eyes.
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