My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

1846

*pic of clothing from set time period*
*Diosa by Drake Bell*
Setting: where we last left Hyla & Fernando...

BOOM!

"AHH!" Hyla screams as she jumps & clings to Fernando

BOOM!

"WHAT'S HAPPENIN?!" She shouts to him over the loud noise

"CANNONS!" He shouts back as he holds her tight to him while she quakes in fear

"CCCCAAANNNNOOOONNNSSSS?!" She shouts, stuttering out the question

"WE'RE IN A BATTLE FEILD!"

"WHAT?!"

"QUESTION IS WHERE YA SENT US TA!"

"TEXAS!" She shouts, "OR I MEANT FER IT TA BE TEXAS!"

"THEN WHEN ARE WE?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" She shouts over the cannon fire

"THEN CHECK!"

"RIGHT!" She says as she looks at the time gauntlet

"WELL?!" Fernando shouts to her after a moment of her tapping on the screen showing the info put in

"WE'RE DEFINITELY IN TEXAS!" She shouts to him, "SORTA!"

"SORTA?!" He repeats, "WHAT'DYA MEAN 'SORTA,' HOW'RE WE SORTA IN TEXAS?!"

"LIKE YA SAID BEFERE!" She shouts, "WE'RE IN A BATTLE FEILD!" She Explains, "WE'RE BASICALLY ON THE BOARDER OF TEXAS AND MEXICO!"

"WHEN?!"

"DECEMBER OF EIGHTEEN FORTY SIX!"

"WE CAN'TSTAY ERE!"

"WHERE DO YA SUGGEST WE GO!"

"WES ONLY GOST TWO WAYS WES CAN GO!" He shouts back, "JUST PICK ONE!"

"ONE OF US AIN'T LIKELY GONNA BE GETTIN A WARM WELCOME NO MATTER WHICH WAY WES GO RUNNIN!"

"EXACTLY!" He agrees as the cannons continue to go off, the "SO JUST PICK A DAMN SIDE WOMAN!"

"I GOT US ERE!" She shouts back, "WHY DON'T Y'ALL PICK?!"

"TEXAS-I'LL GET BEATEN TA DEATH CAUSE I LOOk MORE MEXICAN THAN AMERICAN!" he shouts, "MEXICO-Y'ALL'RE LIKELY TA GET RAPPED CAUSE YER WHITE AS HELL!"

"RAPE SEEMS TA BE A COMMON THEME IN MY FAMILY!"

"AIN'T GOTTA BE FER Y'ALL!" He shouts back, "BUT WES NEED TA PICK NOW BEFERE WES GET KILLED!"

"I AIN'T KNOW WHICH TA PICK!" She shouts start breaking down in tears

"IT MAYBE SAFER IF WE GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS FROM ERE!" He tells her after a moment of silence & as the cannons fire seems to die down

"NO," she replies quickly, "I don't wanna be separated from ya."

"If we stick tagether, it ain't matter which way we run," he tells her, "one of our lives re at risk."

"Then y'all pick," she tells him, "I trust y'all, I always ave."

"Recallin history," he states, "the war lasts another two years..." he tells her, "Mexico will lose..."

"There's gotta be a safe space..." she says quietly as she goes into deep thought, "...the Alamo," she finally states, "if I recall correctly," she goes on, "it's chapel should be free of soldiers-for now at least," she tells him, "at some point Texans'll come ta rent it out, but till then we can claim sanctuary there," she explains, "if wes gest caught, wes can say that yous were plannin ta convert n join the American ranks once we're hitched-"