Its my 18th birthday! So yeah, I didn't think I was going to make today's update. I'm going to try and update every week, more if I have enough inspiration. Warning: next week I am in London visiting family, if I don't update, I'll do two updates the following week :)

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Savage Kill: Her aunt is meant to be a bit of a snob. She doesn't like the Queen family much, though she socializes with them because they have money. She is also quite control and likes things done her way or not at all really. Having said that, she is quite protective of those she cares about - this will be shown in future chapters.

REMEMBER: Long texts in italics are flashbacks.

Ollie's room looks much more cheerful than mine. I think its because the curtains are open. Or maybe is because his mom is there, looking at him with such love and affection. When I had arrived home, I had hoped to wake up to see my dad or sisters, looking at me like that. Instead, I woke up alone.

Ollie lays in the hospital bed with his eyes shut, though I know he's awake and notices my entrance. I close the door silently behind me, I'm good at that thanks to always trying to scare my sisters when I was a kid. Ms Queen doesn't notice when I enter, her ears aren't trained unlike ours.

"Belle" Ollie greets, opening his eyes and turning to look at me. He smiles at me, opening his arms to accept me into a hug. "Wondered how long it would take ya."
"The nurses aren't very nice" I tell him, walking over and climbing onto the bed. As I turn around to find a comfortable spot, I smile at Ollie's mother. "Hello Ms Queen, it feels like its been years since I've seen you."

"Belle" Ollie chuckles, shaking his head. "I think its a little too soon..."

"It's quite alright, Oliver, what is wrong with a bit of humour to bring our moods up?" Ms Queen assures him, sending me a small smile. She stands from her chair, picking up her cream handbag. "Now, anyway, I must be going. I need to prepare the house for your return. I'll be back in a few hours to pick you up, don't cause any trouble."

"Sure" Ollie nods, waving her away. "I'll see you later."

After a final glance at Ollie and I, Ms Queen leaves. I sigh, leaning back against Ollie. It's good to be with him. After spending years by his side, it makes me uncomfortable to not know where he is, if he's safe. I know he can take care of himself, but I still worry.

I close my eyes, my arm dropping around his waist as he plays with my blonde hair. We laid this way on the island, when something had happened and we needed some comfort. It wasn't much, its not like it stopped the evil, but it was enough at the time.

We won't be able to do this now though. Ollie will be going back to the Queen mansion in order to live with his mother and sister while I... I don't know. I suppose I'll move in with Aunt Valerie, if she'll still have me. Surely one, little accident wouldn't put her off me. Right? Right. I'm her niece who was shipwrecked for five years, of course she'll take me in. She has to...

"What did your dad say?" Ollie asks, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. "I bet he's excited that you're home."

"He died Ollie" I reply. "The girls are living with Valerie."

"The pink panther" he shivered.

"Yeah" I laugh.

I'm grateful for him not commenting on my dad. I don't need his sympathy over his death. I suppose Ollie knows that I wouldn't be happy with his sympathy. Of course he know, he knows me better than anyone. My family may know of my childhood self, but only Ollie knows who I've become over the past few years.

I'm slightly surprised he doesn't make another comment about Valerie. He really doesn't like her, though I can;t blame him as the memory still makes me shiver. At the Christmas party a year before the boating accident, Valerie met Ollie for the first time. Even though the woman was is her later forties, she flirted like crazy with him. I had caught her trying to kiss him, with Ollie trying to escape her pink claws.

"I don't think she'll want me to live with her" I whisper. "She'll probably call a social worker or something."

"What happened?" Ollie asks and I can hear the curiosity in his voice.

"I was standing up from the bed, getting ready to see you... she touched me and I wasn't expecting it" I reply. "I nearly killed her, the back breaking way. She was like 'what happened to you on that island?!' and the look she gave... she won't want me around the girls now."

"Belle" he sighs, I know he's shaking his head. "You have to be careful. We're not there any more, remember? You'll be able to see the girls no matter what and you're not going home with Valerie. You're gonna stay with me, until we settle in again."

"But Ollie, what if we don't settle in? I don't like it here, its too noisy, to small" I complain.

"You're just not used to, you'll adjust, it just takes time" he assures me. "Now, get some rest."

Even with his words of comfort, the fear is still there. There is a complete possibility that I won't ever fit in here. If I can't control myself around Valerie... No. Ollie will be there. He'll make sure that nothing will happen, will make sure that I don't hurt those who don't deserve it.

I try to fold myself in closer to him, snuggling my cheek into his chest as I close my eyes. I try to block out the beeping of the machines, the funny sound coming from the light and the footsteps outside the room. I'm so used to having to focus my hearing, its strange and hard to just ignore everything around me.

But I force myself to relax. To close my eyes and just breathe calmly, thinking about all the things that will happen know that we're back. So much has changed this that day on the boat, no much is different. While the world went ahead and moved on, evolved, we were stuck on hell, waiting for our saviour.

I cried myself to sleep that night. The thought of my mom dead and never seeing my family again swirling in my mind. Even if I escaped whatever camp I was in, how was I meant to get off the island? I doubt there are sea turtles in the surrounding waters and my back isn't hairy.

When I woke up the next morning, a bowl of porridge and a cup of water sat on the crate beside my bed. The porridge was too thick and it was lumpy, clinging to the sides of my throat as I swallowed it though. I ate it though, someone once said that is was a good source of... I don't know, nutrients or something.

As I was drinking the last of my water, Wintergreen entered my tent. He stood at the entrance, staring at me. I felt the need to shift, to fidget under his gaze. I held firm though, looking into his dead eyes. I knew in some cultures that was classed as a challenge but at the time, I didn't care. He wasn't even allowed to kill me yet, I still had six weeks.

After a full minute of eye contact, Wintergreen turned and left the tent, not once saying a word. What was the point of that, to freak me out? Well, he certainly succeeded, maybe he would want a medal. Another shiny thing to add to his collection along with his shiny knives. I bet his code name was Black Kite.

'We have a reporting of a Black Kite related murder. The victim seems to have been killed with a sharp, probably shiny, object. Witnesses say that the victim wore a shiny, silver necklace, which is not presently on the body. Black Kite has struck again'.

I sighed, laying back down onto the little bed. I wondered when that training Fyers was talking about would begin. If he's as much as a jerk as he seems, it'll probably start the day before set date of the fight. Great.

"He expected you to follow" I looked up, glaring at Fyers. "Or would you prefer to die now?"

I stood up, walking towards the exit behind him. "Maybe you should teach him to talk. God knows you'd be a good teacher."

As I walked past, he reached out and grabbed the top of my arm. "I would watch your words, Miss Lincoln, if I were you. I am God on this island, your life is in my hands. You'll do well to remember that."

"I don't like you" I informed him, pulling away.

"I assure you, nobody does" Fyers smirked before turning and leaving the tent.

I let out a growl of frustration, stamping my foot and clenching my fists. How did this guy manage to annoy me after a conversation only lasting two minutes?!is that some kind of super power? Does he have some tights for his costume?

When I left the tent, it was totally obvious that I was unprepared. Not two feet from the entrance of the tent, something hit me between the shoulder blades and I went flying to the floor. I managed to catch myself on my hands, saving my face from hitting the dried dirt. I laid there for a good ten seconds though, groaning in pain.

I rolled over to see Wintergreen standing above me, watching me in that creepy way he does. Seriously? Perv... As I laid there, he lifted his leg up and I looked at him confused. When his large boot made way to my ribs, I quickly rolled over, pulling myself to my feet.

"I've not long eaten, dude, seriously?!" I questioned, backing away.

Wintergreen didn't say anything, just began to walk towards me.

"Oh, tiddles!" I whispered to myself.

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