Summary: Ann and Jack return to Skull Island to leave Kong's body, and are attacked by the monsters of the island.
Rating: T for intense action/creature violence, disturbing images, etc.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with King Kong, or anything else for that matter. So please don't sue, I don't have much to give except for six tattered Harry Potter books and a fat rabbit.
Pairings: Ann/Jack, little to no fluff
Author's Notes: So basically Ann and Jack go back to Skull Island to return Kong's body and have to face dangerous creatures, as well as the creepy island natives and all the other stuff that attacked them in the movie. So if you liked the movie, you'll like this fic. Don't get put out by this short chapter, it's just a prologue to see if I should bother continuing this, and if I do, the following chapters will be much longer. I am looking for feedback, so if you have the time please, please, please, please, please click the little review button down there and leave a few comments. And I do accept anonymous reviews.
Return to Skull Island
Prologue
Ann didn't know how long she stood in Jack's arms that day. But when she finally climbed down the ladder, jumped in through one of the windows, rode the elevator down to the ground floor and exited the building, Kong's massive body was still laying in the street, the masses of gawking people still trying to get a good look at him, the swarming reporters still trying to push past the military soldiers to snap a photograph of Carl Denham's "Beast".
"Leave him alone!" the words left Ann's lips before she knew she was even speaking, but her shout had no effect on the crowd. "I said leave him alone!" she screamed again, louder this time.
"Ann..." Jack said quietly in her ear, holding her back.
"No!" she struggled against his hold, pushing him away and running over towards Kong's unmoving figure. "Leave him alone! Go away! Stop it!" She waved her arms furiously, pushing reporters away from the giant gorilla.
"Hey lady, out of the way," said a whiney reporter, pushing past Ann to get a snapshot of Kong's face. Ann stood dumbfounded, staring at the masses of people, realizing her disgust for the human race. They were the real animals, the real monsters.
"Ann." Jack's soft voice was in her ear again, so gentle, so caring, guiding her away from the monsters.