Hi Angels!! This time the language involved is French! I put the English translations in here also! ENJOY!

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I froze in my tracks. That was Marcelle's voice. A feeling entered my gut as I started running again, towards Marcelle.

"MARCELLE!!" I called out, barely able to dodge another falling piece of debris. My lungs were burning for fresh air. I was running out of strength and energy. But I had to get to her. 

"AIDEZ NOUS!!" [Translation: HELP US!!] She called out again, frantic this time.

I increased my speed as I reached the study. I kicked the door open, revealing a burning study. My ran inside, looking for Marcelle. "MARCELLE!!"

"MISS ANGELA ?! ICI!! NOUS AVONS BESOIN D'AIDE!!" [Translation: MISS ANGELA?! OVER HERE!! WE NEED HELP!!] 

I ran over to the far corner of the study, and my eyes widened to see 6 year old Marcelle, tears streaming down her face, trying to lift a bookshelf that was trapping an unconscious French 9 year old girl. My eyes widened, tears rising to my eyes. It was Roxanne. She was the sweetest, most innocent kid there was. She was suffering from cancer. She was the LAST person who deserved to die. And she was unconscious, trapped, a small puddle blood slowly forming around her. 

"OH MY RA!!" I screamed. I sprang into action. I ran over to them both, and tried to lift up the bookshelf, but to no avail. "MERDE! Elle est trop lourde!" [Translation: SHIT! IT'S TOO HEAVY!]

Marcelle burst into tears. "JE NE VEUX PAS MOURIR ROXANNE !! Elle est ma GRANDE SOEUR!" [Translation: I DON'T WANT ROXANNE TO DIE!! SHE'S MY BIG SISTER!]

I gripped her shoulders. "J'AI BESOIN DE TON AIDE! Nous devons obtenir cette bibliothèque OFF DE SON ENSEMBLE!" [Translation: I NEED YOUR HELP! WE HAVE TO GET THIS BOOKSHELF OFF OF HER TOGETHER!] 

Marcelle calmed down a bit and nodded. We both gripped the bookshelf. I told her,"Lorsque nous levons l'étagère tout le chemin, je dois vous laisser aller et obtenez Roxanne sous là!" [Translation: When we lift the bookshelf all the way off, I need you to let go and get Roxanne from under there!] 

Marcelle, determination in her eyes, replied, "Très bien! Faisons cela!" [Translation: Alright! Let's do this!] 

I focused all of my remaining strength on this. "READY ?! ONE! DEUX! TROIS!" [Translation: READY?! ONE! TWO! THREE!]

We both used our strength to lift up the bookshelf, with success. Once we got it completely off of her, then Marcelle let go of the bookshelf and pulled Roxanne out. I dropped the burning bookshelf, causing my jacket to catch on fire, burning my arms. I cried out and shook the jacket off. 

I ran over to Marcell and Roxanne. I paled, as I saw Roxanne with her body shape in an awkward sickening shape. "Oh my Ra..."

Marcelle was crying hard, holding Roxanne close. The burning room that was starting to cave. Determination fueled me again. I used whatever energy I had, to create a energy sphere around Marcelle and Roxanne. Marcelle, looked at me with shock in her eyes. 

"MISS ANGELA! QUE FAITES-VOUS?!" [Translation: MISS ANGELA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!] She asked me, holding Roxanne.

"Je vais vous téléporter à Yugi gars! Il sera en mesure de vous aider les gars! Il suffit de tenir sur serré, d'accord?" [Translation: I'm going to teleport you guys to Yugi! He'll be able to help you guys! Just hold on tight, okay?] I reassured her.

In a flash of light, the sphere, holding Marcelle and Roxanne inside, teleported. Once it was gone, I helped the other children who were stuck inside the study, and teleported them out of the house to Yugi. When the room rapidly started to cave in, I had to slide out of the room through the entrance of the study, earning burns from the flaming floor. Just in time.

Now there was only one child left. An American 5 year old boy, the youngest of the orphans, Charlie.