Hello fellow readers. havent written a fanfic in ages...last one I wrote kind of died for me I just decided to give it up, had no more inspiration for it so figured what was the point?Well anyways here is my new fanfic. Pending on the reviews I may update it. If no one likes it then it will be deleted and I will wait until I get more ideas you may like. After all I write for the readers! By the way I own nothing except my own characters. If at any point you wish to use them, which I doubt, just ask lol. Summary: Set a few years after the original crash. Jack is now sixteen Ralph fifteen...you do the math for the rest. Basically, long story short, there is a shipwreck somewhere out in the vast ocean when two girls wash ashore...Rated M for intense violence, vulgar language, rape in later chapter, and some extreme sexual content...you have been warned.
Awake From A Nightmare
The air of the jungle was thick and heavy. Streams of light poured in through the leaves overhead. The jungle echoed with the random cries of various island animals, majority of them exotic winged creatures. In the distance the gentle cracking of branches rang through the complex maze of trunks. To the untrained ear, one would dismiss it as simpley a local animal or perhaps just a figment of the imagination. But this was no imaginary noise. Deep within the forest strode a young girl. Long brunette hair reaching about mid back tangled with the lower hanging branches. The girl struggled to free herself from their grasp with every step. She wore a simple outfit. A white blouse tucked neatly into a knee length skirt. By her side she carried a black blazer. No, she was no school girl just simple a young lady on a boat ride. Sweat and dirt clung to her skin giving a grungy look about her. She stopped by a near by rock and looked around. Panic was stricken in his green eyes. She had not been on the boat alone, obviously. She had been with her friend and her family, whom of which she was not able to find. She had ventured into the forest, from the beach, after hearing what she believed was her friend crying out for her, a scream. She had followed it deep within the forest but had yet to find its source. Her eyes darted and weaved around the trees, hoping for some sort of idea of the where abouts of the cry. To her dismay, all that she viewed was the continuous backdrop of jungle.
She slowly lowered herself onto the small rock and sighed. Her mind raced with thought, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. So many questions she had, so many un-answered questions. Then, while in mid thought, she heard an almost silent crack behind her. She jumped to her feet and nervously searched the part of jungle behind her. She was uncertain about what inhabited this island, and she prefered to keep it that way for now.
Her breath was short and quick. Her pupils dialated as the adreniline began to course through her blood. It wasnt until she heard a whistle, almost blending into the chorus of the birds, behind her. She whipped around and glared steadily in the direction of the call. Her mind had now gone blank, as all energy was put towards the fact that the unknown was around her. She slowly began to move farther down a beaten path. The thought of 'why is there a path here' never crossed her mind, as she was concintrating of the noises that seemed now to be following her.
Her steps quickened as the soft whistle seemed to be gaining on her. Before she knew it, she was in full flight down the rough path. She didnt even stop to un hook her shirt from a branch, but instead tore it in fear. Panic flooded her mind as now she swore footsteps where pattering along the sides of the path within the bush. She was wearing little dress shoes, not the kind to be running in, and they soon began to send shocks of pain rippling up her legs and coursing through her body. If fear had not of overtaken her at this point, she would have stopped and removed them, but she had one thought on her mind and that was to run. She didnt know where she was running to, or where she would end up, but running seemed like the best option at this point. The path soon dipped down into what use to be a water filled ravine, but was now bone dry. She leaped over a fallen trunk. Sure, any decent athelete would have been able to clear it without a smidge of a problem. But she was no athelete and as her foot caught the trunk, the ground rushed up to her face. She heard her own body thud painfully to the ground, the wind knocked out of her. her hands found the ravine floor and she began to slowly push herself up, feeling as though her body would shatter at the slightest movement. But then the recent event flooded her brain like a tsunami and she raced to raised herself.
She was now on her knees when a loud whoosh rushed passed her left ear. She froze, there beside her, stuck in the ground, was a spear. A spear? What is a spear doing flying by itself? Her questioned were answered when a roar of screams and shouts welled up behind her. Her head snapped as she glanced over her shoulder to see a sea of boys ambushing from behind. Her feet slid in the dirt as she raced away from them. The noise behind her was overwhelming. She raced down the ravine, taking occasional glances over her shoulder as the ocean of colors and screaming boys seemed to be enclosing on her, and with great haste. Spears flew by her. She felt one glide swiftly by her leg, nearly impaling itself within her flesh.
Panic, fear, and impending doom fell over her like a wet blanket as a hard force of weight entrapped her. She felt herself being thrown backwards with great force as she fought to keep her footing with no success. An arm wrapped menacinly around her throat as another one wrapped securely around her waist. The sea of pigment swarm around her as the sharp pains of pointed weapons placed themseleves at the ready against her body. She gripped the arm around her neck tightly with her own hands as she fought desprately for a breath. Everything began to blur as the person behind her fought with such great force to entrap her, that she swore something would break at any moment. Her feet danced helplessly in the dirt as she struggled for her freedom, with no prevail. The mob around her was chanting a song. The song was not in unison so to hear it she would have to listen closely, which was not exactly what she felt was important at that moment in time. The words 'kill' and 'beast' and the line 'slit its throat' rang through her ears. She did not think of the meaning of those words at that percise moment, had she,fear wouldve taken her to her grave.
Another set of hands grabbed her arm to the left, holding the upper part of it, and as if a signal was given, the right arm was taken as well. The sweet thought of escape slowly slipped away from her mind. The arms of the boy behind her switched to holding under her arms and around her neck, forcing her head down. She did not let out a scream, or a peep for that matter as the weapons pushed harder against her, as if pleading with her to end her resistance.
Her eyes closed and her breathing kept its paced as short and quick. Her mind could not process the events that were happening at this moment in time. She had stopped her struggle, unsure of if it was the right or wrong decision. Her question was soon answered when a voice rang through the crowd.
"Kill the beast!" it shouted. Her eyes opened wide to see the painted faces of many boys. Teenagers, most of them, the occasion shorter one standing amongst the crowd. She stared at their colored faces, so blank they were. Their eyes pierced right through her, and she could feel it. It all seemed like a dream, a nightmare, something she should wake up from any minute now. The spear infront of her was raised, the boy glaring into her eyes with a hint of a smirk forming. She gave up. The thought of escaping the dream had ended and she closed her eyes, bracing for the unknown pain she expected to feel. Just then a voice rang out. It wasnt from the sea of boys infront of her, it came from the trees bordering the ravine.
"The Cheif is here!" said the loud voice. It was harsh and cold and enticed her to open her eyes. Standing an old, almost fallen down tree, was a boy with longer black hair and eyes that would do the devil proud. His eyes where on her, she could see them, vaguely, from behind the veil of tresses that hid the boys eyes. He was somewhat lanky, but was noticably older, perhaps her age even. His hair was below his eyes but vulgarly cut, almost as if it had been hacked off. He stood up straight as another boy entered the scene of horror. He was bigger then the black haired boy, more broader shoulders and such with fiery red hair and captivating blue eyes. His eyes scanned the group before him, taking his time to analyze the situation at hand. His eyes came apon her and held their gaze. She stared back at him, not in challenge but in curiousity. These events were entirely unknown to her and her eyes filled with question. The redhead broke the contact and whispered something to the lanky boy beside him.
"You, release her now" he bellowed with high authority to the boys holding a death lock on her. She felt the pressure relieved as the boys stepped away. The words 'thank you' danced on the top of her tongue but before the praise was given a pair of rough hands had grabbed her own and placed them behind her back. She was in such a daze that the thought of fighting never pranced acrossed her mind. By the time she processed what had happened her hands were bound and a sharp pressure had formed on her back. She had not noticed the blackhair boy creep behind her, had she, a fight may have been in hand. She did not know what to say, words had escaped her. Her eyes darted about the faces of the boys as she was dragged roughly up the hill of the ravine. She soon allowed her gaze to rest apon the red headed boy. He wore a make shift crown of leaves and vines, if you want to call it a crown. He gazed past her and was looking at the boy that held her hostage. A smirk danced noticably on his lips as he looked back and forth between the two of them.
"Take her to where the other one is." he statement was flat and held no emotion, except perhaps a touch of amusment. What was amusing about this? She could not even begin to imagine the humor. The other one? What other one? Someone else had been captured? Who was it? Was it her friend? Was it a stranger? Her thoughts were cut short as the boy behind her gave a harsh jerk and began to drag her savagely through the forest.
To be continued!...hopefully. Ill wait until some reviews are up, if they are good ill continue, if they are bad then this story is out of here. Anyways what did you all think? I plan on making the second chapter a bit more intense though, I was never a strong "first chapter" person. Dont worry "she" will no be a mary sue. I dont think this will be a love story though, more of a get what you can and take it from who you must sort of story...a story of pure survival, no matter what the consequence...so yes please review!
