Hiya, Crimson here :)

Here is a story that I created by myself, no editing for another story XD

Yep, this is 100% mine; hope you guys enjoy :)

~Enjoy

Soul:

Look, I didn't want our friends to end up on a deserted island; to possibly never see our families ever again; for the love of my life to end up dying; to…well, you get the point. It all started on that horrible day, where everything I knew and thought was inconceivable, and completely impossible to understand.

I thought that day would be like any other day of the year. Well…I later figured out that what I though was complete bullshit.

It all started when we were halfway through with our field trip. Our typical group, Maka, Tsubaki, Black Star, Kidd, Patty, Liz, and I were chilling out while having our picnic. Our field trip was at the Florida Keys, a long ways away from Shibusen Academy (Thankfully). Lord Death decided that we needed to "take a break" from school. After all, we are almost finished with the school year.

The weather channel said that it would be sunny with a few clouds in the afternoon. I thought we would get a little sunburn, which was bad for me because I burn easily thanks to my albinism. We also thought the weather would be like what the weatherman said; again, complete lies.

Lie once, shame on you; lie twice, shame on me; lie 365 thousand times, YOU'RE A WEATHERMAN, I thought.

At about 1:45, while we were in small boats, halfway through fishing, a storm hit the Florida Keys, so of course we got drenched. Everyone was complaining about their clothes and how they were shivering. Meanwhile, our group was the only group that ever brought multiple umbrellas whenever we went on a field trip, in case an event like this would happen. Lucky for us, our umbrellas were able to cover our entire boat. We huddled together to prevent any rain from getting us wet.

Then one of the scariest events happened to our group. Lightning almost struck our boat, but instead, it struck the chain that bounded us to the dock. And as we drifted away into the raging ocean, I thought, Impossible. What are the chances of the lightning hitting our chain instead of hitting our METAL umbrellas!? Thank goodness that we're still alive!

About an hour later, everyone in our group was beginning to scream, complain, and groan, about the fact that we were nowhere near the Florida Keys, since all we could see was the endless ocean, except for Maka, Tsubaki, and I, although I was starting to lose my cool.

Then all of a sudden, the weather turned into a hurricane that began to rock our boat violently…I thought things were at the worst, but the universe just loves proving me wrong! I was so glad that we were near the eye of the hurricane.

By now, the boys had enough of the chaos. Tsubaki had just about lost her temper, and then very strictly, and through her teeth, said, "Look, I know that we're miles away from our homes, but that does NOT mean we all need to be so MELODRAMATIC about this situation! Now, we still have our gigantic umbrella which can cover our entire boat, food and water, blankets, and we have an extra pair of clothes."

Then Kidd spoke up and replied, "We even have a couple pillows, some electronics that can be useful, and a fishing rod. Now hopefully, if we can reach an island, then we can try and call for help with what we have."

Everyone on the boat was silent. We all agreed with the plan for getting S.O.S. Lucky for us, we landed on an island. After an hour or so of locating a place for camp and actually trying to set it up, everyone had completed setting up camp. Well, I suppose not everyone, but the vast majority if you will put it. The only one that wasn't present was Maka.

I found her sitting on the beach looking at the horizon. I walked up to her after a minute or so had passed. "We'll never be able to go home. I'll never be able to see my mama and papa again." Maka started to weep.

I wiped away her tears away, saying, "Shh, it's okay. We'll get back home, just you wait." I started rocking her, and she wailed into my jacket.

"What if we stay stranded here forever?" She said between sobs.

"Don't think like that. We'll get outta here Maka. It'll be okay." I softly replied. It took a while to make her calm down, but around sunset, Maka and I came back to camp. I told her that everything would be alright once Black Star and Kidd would set up an enormous smoke signal.

"Hey Maka, why don't you stay with me? Would that make you feel better?" I asked her.

"Can I?" She whimpered.

"Yeah, I don't want my meister to be alone." I said as I thought, Death Almighty, I can't stand to see her like this. Then I mentally slapped myself. Where the hell did that come from?

Soon Maka was feeling as if nothing ever happened, thanks to all of our friends, and she especially thanked me. I mumbled a "It's fine, whatever," while I stuck my hands in my pockets. Soon, everything was settled. All of the tents were set up in a circle, the smoke signal was set up at the beach with at least one person making sure the fire stays lit, the needed amount of food and water for the gang was met, and everything else that is necessary to surviving was at hand.

Maka:

Everyone started to head towards the campfire to stay warm and tell spine-tingling ghost stories. Surprisingly, I found that in my own opinion; I think Patty's story was the spookiest of all. (I didn't know that her story was actually a foreshadowing story at the time).

I believe it went like this:

Every year on these islands, someone who inhabits this island will die. This is because of the Curse of Medusa. Medusa; an extremely selfish woman who practiced sorcery and magic; lived around the 1600's. She was so selfish and full of hatred that her own family sentenced her to exile on this very island. Whenever someone landed on the beach, Medusa would see to the end of their existence. She would come up with clever ways like luring her victims out to see with hallucinations of the people they love and care for. And every time she kills a victim, she leaves a snake symbol on her victims, and she also finds a new, more twisted way to kill her next victim.

Now the original inhabitants of the island found out why their population grew smaller each time a tribesman went hunting: it was because of Medusa; for she would murder the hunters. So, the tribe decided to hunt for Medusa. And when they found her hideout, they found their fellow tribesman, bloody, scarred, and decapitated.

They decided, since this murderer wasn't there, that they would come in the middle of the night and, "return the favor" (they would do the same thing that she did to her victims). They also decided to keep an eye out on this stranger all day and night; 1 person for a day, another for night. So when they found Medusa, they jumped her. It took at least five of the strongest of warriors to keep her down; one to hold down each limb, and another to grasp her head. One other person would be in charge of the murder weapon: an ax.

After they decapitated Medusa, they decided to burn her, so her spirit would be at rest; but they could not put her spirit to rest, for Medusa's spirit thirsted for blood. And ever since, she spirit roams the island, accompanied by a thick mist. You won't be able to see her at first, but if you bring something that reflects an image, like a mirror, pot, or whatever, you can see her gruesome image. The only way to prevent her from striking is to offer a sacrifice; human or animal, but not fruits or anything of that sort. Otherwise she will haunt you until the day you die.

So, and this goes to everyone: watch your back, make sure you always have at least some type of weapon with you. NEVER be too cocky about any situation, under any circumstance, because your life can easily seal your fate with one small, dismal move.

Everyone had an especially hard night trying to sleep.

Even Soul got the chills from the ghost-story.

The wind was howling in my ears, the bushes and trees were rustling; yet the sound of the ocean waves lapping onto shore calmed my aching nerves. Eventually, I was able to hear everyone lightly breathing.

When I fell asleep, my horrible nightmare began:

I was in a field surrounded by roses, red carnations, and red tulips. My glossy, ash blonde hair tangled in the breeze, causing my skin to prickle and the hair on my neck to stand up. I was watching the creamy, clouds slowly, and steadily moving by; when all of a sudden, the sky turned a blood red, and all the clouds started to move towards a place called Janua inferni, or The Gateway to Hell. All life was forced, one by one, to head over towards Janua inferni, where their fate will be sealed.

And all of a sudden, my legs started to move towards Janua inferni, and I knew that I was being controlled, I didn't know by whom, yet the next thing I knew was all of my friends were walking with me side by side. After what seemed like an hour of trudging our paralyzed legs, we stopped moving. We couldn't move willfully; it felt like there was an invisible fog creeping inside me body. My eyes began to water, I felt a lump in my throat, and my whole body started to shoot pain; from the tips of my toes, to my head, and to the tips of my nails. There was only one explanation: we reached Juana inferni.

And when I tried to call to my friends, I noticed that I was the only one who was there; I couldn't see anyone for miles around. Then an idea hit me: I was in a nightmare. A terrible, terrible, nightmare. I had to get of here, I thought. I started to do everything that I could think of in order to wake up, yet apparently I vigorously slept on. When I wake up, I will privately curse myself for not waking up from this disease of a nightmare. And while I tried to escape this insanity, my friends crept upon me without noticing them, and started to viciously tickle me with long, cat-like fingernails, causing blood to seep out wherever they touched me. I furiously looked around for anything or anyone to save me. Then my eyes found Soul's bloody corpse; his crimson eyes wide open and staring straight at me.

"AHHHHHHH!" I screamed. It turned out that Soul was softly nudging me awake.

"Take it easy Maka. It was just a dream; a horrible one I assume," he said, "I'll go get you some tea. Just take it easy for now, will ya?"

I took a deep breath and replied, "Yeah. I just had a scare from Patty's ghost story. I'll be better once I get some fresh air."