If there was one thing that Wilson despised, it was hounds. They were much like dogs, but much bigger and less tame.
This world is confusing. Wilson thought to himself as he dragged himself slowly back to his camp after yet another hound attack. He looked up at his camp and sighed. It contained three drying racks, a small tent, a alchemy machine, a small work table, a staw roll, four chests, a crock pot, and a log for sitting right in front of a large fire pit. It was also covered up in shade by two large trees on both ends of the camp.
Wilson looked up at the sky and shivered.
Winter must be coming soon. He thought. As he tended to his wounds and made himself some meatballs he felt something that he thought he would never feel in his life, lonliness. This was odd to the gentleman, for being a man of science, he always stayed away from people in the real world. He figured that having company would be good so he could get more work done, and having conversations would help keep him sane. Then again, he always liked working by himself, and having someone else around would mean less resources. He looked down at the ground and decided he wound think about it later, and that now was the time to rest.
So just like that, Wilson fell asleep doubting him and his obvious emotions thinking he will never see another person again.
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Willow's feet were tired. She had been walking for days with little rest. She felt in a world as strange as this, she needed to keep moving. So, no matter how much they begged for her to stop, Willow ignored he tiring feet and kept walking.
I'm just glad no one else is here. She thought to herself. To be honest, Willow disliked people, mostly due to the fact that whenever they looked at her, they saw a monster.
Witch. That was one they always loved to throw at me. She sighed. Even her own family thought she was a disapointment.
They were the ones to put me in that insane asylum in the first place! Yeah, it was always their falt. She blamed. That was something she did a lot. She always seemed to blame everything that happened to her on everyone around her, exept herself, of course.
I mean, it's not my falt I'm an pymaniac. She thought feeling the lighter in her pocket. None the less, Willow never really met a person who she really liked, and enjoyed their company. And even though you might think it would, this didn't bother her at all, it's just the way it's always been.
When she was young, she tried to make friends and have people be able to tolerate her, nut it always went up in smoke. Up until she was in her early teens, her parents actually tried, they didn't want to belive the lies about her. But when she got to be a teen, for whatever reason, they decided to give up on her, call her a worthless witch and sent her off.
Even though it was years ago and Willow was a grown woman, she promised herself that she would never go back to them. She knew when she wasn't wanted. Still, it makes her sad, the fact that her parents stood by her, only to give in, and act like thay never even considered wanting her around.
Willow shook her head. Now was not the time to bitch and moan. That was all in the past, and she is on an island that has left her starved and weak. Willow frowned at the thought of being weak. She hating showing any sign of weakness and that fact that her already slender body was skinny as can be, it made her looked like some poor defensless girl. Which was something she took pride in not being.
Willow just kept walking, happy at the fact that she would probably never see another unaproving person ever again.
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"Shit!" Wilson exclaimed missing yet again, another swing at a turkey.
"Get back here you winged asshole!" he yelled chasing the bird. Despite his efforts, he lost the turkey. He huffed, glad that one one was there to hear his unusal cursing. He was a gentleman after all, so he didn't like profanity that much, but sometimes he can't help it.
He fell to his knees, trying to catch his breath. He did admit that he wasn't really a fighter, but he could kill spiders just fine, but not a fricking turkey.
He tried to calm himself, he didn't even like thinking about saying a swear word. It just felt so... unatural when he said anything condsidered offensive.
Wilson got up from the ground and brushed himself off. He sighed and then made his way back to his camp. As he was walking back to his camp he started to smell something. He turned his head around trying to find where the the smell was coming froma and what caused it. Thats when he turned and saw smoke.
Smoke! I should have known... He thought while he walked quickly to where he could see where the smoke had came from.
Perhapes a forest fire, a pig seeting a tree aflame on accident, or maybe one of Maxwell's tricks. Wilson thought of different explinations for the smoke as he waked towards it. As he got closer, he got his spear, and hid behind a berry bush and searched for the cause of the fire. As he poked his head outside the bush he gasped.
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Willow had stopped her walking in need of food, and after her hunger was satisfied, her pyromaniac mind kicked in, and she decided she needed something to burn. It had been a long time since she had seen something burn and for some reason, she thought she might go insane without seeing something burn. Before she could reason herself out of this, she grabbed her lighter and set a tree alight. Her frown quickly turned into an insane and big smile.
"Yes... f-fire is g-good..." Willow cooed.
Suddenly, Willow heard a rustle in a berry bush and turned around. She saw a man watching her from the berry bush and gasped. Obviously just as surprised as her to see another person.
"Come out from there!" Willow demanded at Wilson. Taking a deep breath Wilson slowly and carefully walkin out of the bush.
"Who are you?!" Willow yelled. Wilson prides himself on being a smart man, but even the mentaly insane could tell that this women, is someone who you do not want to get on the bad side of.
"My name is Wilson P. Higgsbury." Wilson said calmly, without any emotion on his face at all. Even after he introduced himself, Willow's glare did not change.
"What is your name, m'lady?" Wilson asked.
"Willow." she said without any change in emotion.
"How long have you been here, Miss Willow?"
"About a week or so, that Dick Maxwell sent me here."
"Ahh, it seems we share a common enemy then." Wilson said, ignoring her profanity.
Can I even trust this man? Willow thought, her intense glare softening only a small bit.
"How can I know I can trust you, Wilson?"
"Miss Willow, I have been here for weeks, I am just as angry at Maxwell as you, and I do not blame you for not trusting me, but I assure you, you can trust me."
He does seem like no threat. She thought, and and softened for gaze again and relaxed her body.
Wilson felt a wave of relef floud over him.
"Thank you for your trust, m'lady." Wilson said grabbing Willow's hand and bending over and kissing her hand.
Ok, so he really is a gentleman. Willow thought blushing a little bit. A small and slightly dorky smile found its way on Willow's face, and Wilson returned.
"Why don't I lead you to my camp where we can have some food." Wilson said, to which Willow nodded.
While neither was ready or wanted someone with them in this strange island, they both seemed a bit happy to have the other one in their company.
Maybe, just maybe, they will find out that all people aren't that bad and some people are worth trusting.
So, I am kind of happy of the beginning of this one, and I hope you enjoy it. I will write the next chapter as soon as I have time too.
