Not much to say here, only that i'm so happy you guys like it and a big shout out to Fire Elsa for the info. I was wondering for what the correct past tense word for bring was and it was not brung! I repeat! Brung is not a word! And as for the whole "Arendelle island is the second largest island in the world" thing, i know it's not. the point was that It's an uncharted island which means it's not on a map. So it's like it's been ignored and replaced by another island.
Lastly, I'm sorry for such a long pause in updations, I have finals coming up, and basketball, and student governing and yada yada. I'm busy. But anywho, back to the story.
Chapter 3: Guns loaded
"Get up, get up, get up!" Elsa shook Kristoff's body as hard as she could. It was hard enough because the blonde man felt like his head was literally snap any second with the way it was rocketing back and forth.
"No! Stop! Ahhhh!" He whined, his body sliding back and forth on the bed, almost falling off the bed each time. But Elsa kept shaking, her temper rising, following the excitement that Kristoff could practically feel radiating off her body.
"But we're here!" Elsa, giving up, flopped her body down atop the elder man's, "We're finally here!"
"I understand that, but I'm still tired. Go on without me." Kristoff mumbled, dozing off again.
"But I can't! I need you! Without you this trip is nothing but a boring field trip through an unprotected and unsupervised zoo"
"You know, you were always so dramatic."
"But you love me," Elsa giggled, "Now rise and shine!"
"I'd rather lie here and stay dull"
"No. Get up!"
"No. Go away."
Elsa groaned, rubbing small circles around her temples. Why is he so difficult? Why can't he just make this trip easier for her. There has to be some reason, and Elsa felt as if she knew exactly what that reason was; and she could be right. However, it would be a very petty reason not to get out of bed. "Is it because you're spending the day with Hans?"
No answer.
"Kristoff, you're going to have to get over this." Still no answer. "Listen, I understand you don't like him, and I know that spending time with him, nonetheless a whole day isn't something you would ever look forward to but you promised me, Kristoff. You promised me when we were younger that you would always make sure I had the times of my lives, and how you'd let nothing keep me from them. So continue that promise and overcome your hatred for the man, just for the week that we're here."
Kristoff groaned, and turned to look at the platinum-blonde sitting on the side of the bed, "You just had to go and make this an emotional moment didn't you?"
"I was always so dramatic," Elsa winked, a smile plastered on her face. She got off the bed and began hopping on the balls of her feet. "Now get your man baby ass up!"
"Alright, alright I'm up." Kristoff hopped out of his bed and strolled over to where his bags were, in the corner of the room. He unzipped one and pulled out a black muscle-T and a brown vest with four pockets. Then he slipped on some camo-knee length kakis, along with brown mid-shin high hunting boots. He grabbed his supply belt, equipped with engineering tools, and lastly his camera which he made sure was ready to use the night before. Elsa was dressed in a similar attire, except in her supply belt she added some knives and ammo. Her rifle was strapped to her back.
Elsa, once again excited, grabbed Kristoff's arm and yanked him out of the room, out of the boat, to the deck of the ship, and down the ramp. Most of the crew was already out of the boat and decided to set up camp on the beach. There were very large tents, large enough for at least thirty people in each, and there were work benches, vehicles, weaponry, dogs, and anything else you would find at the camp of a hunting trip. The large scenery before the two left Elsa in awe. The ocean on the shore glistened in the warm sun's rays, flowing freely back and forth, embracing the dry sand in a warm, wet hug. The bushes, grass, and leaves of the trees swayed in the wind, their sweet rustling echoing in her ears. Birds chirped from the branches, singing a sweet song of welcome to the huntress and her pal.
Elsa couldn't wipe the smile off her face, and it made Kristoff chuckle a bit. The woman, still holding her best friend's arm, continued her run all the way to the main tent, where they would gather for meetings, plans, or preparations. Standing at the entryway of the big green home, was Hans. He was observing some maps that Elsa had found when she first discovered the island's existence. Hearing the said blonde's excited footsteps, he looked up, a small smirk growing onto his face.
"Look who's finally up." He laughed
"It wasn't me!" Elsa whined, "It was Kristoff, he was being difficult."
Kristoff smirked, and Hans chuckled, "Well now that you've finally received the bear from his cave, your group is ready for you." Hans nodded his head in the direction of about six men and four women all secured with guns and the same attire Elsa was in. She squealed.
"Great! This is going to be amazing!" She turned to hug Kristoff before she started over to her group, but she made sure to look over her shoulder to yell back, "And Kristoff, remember the promise!"
"I remember the fucking promise…" Kristoff mumbled. He looked at Hans and Hans stared back. There was an awkward silence between them, and it left Hans uncomfortable. Kristoff narrowed his eyes, and the visual contact was continued for a while before Hans nervously chuckled, and pointed to their vehicles.
"Shall we?" He questioned.
"After you, princy boy." Kristoff replied in a taunting manner
~~000~~
grrrrr grrrrr
The jeeps roared to life and the blonde along with three other hunters entered the first one, four entering the middle one, and three entering the last. The man in the driver's seat of Elsa jeep pressed on the gas pedal and the jeep began to move, the last two following close behind. They entered the forest and drove through the trees, vines, bushes, and tall grass. Elsa kept her eyes peeled for any herds, stray animals, or tracks she could hunt. The ride was pretty quiet save for the sound of the jeeps raging through the forest, until the driver of her jeep spoke up,
"So you're the infamous Elsa Welch." He commented. He was a brunette haired male, with green eyes, and a light beard. In height, he was taller than Elsa, with a small built frame, and looked as if he was in his early twenties.
"Yes?" Elsa answered
"Amazing how famous you can get from killing animals," He laughed, "The name's Alex by the way. Alexander lieven."
"NIce to meet you Alex." Elsa smiled
"I would shake your hand, honored to be working with you and all, but I'd rather not take my hands off the wheel." He joked.
Elsa laughed, "yeah, I understand. So Alex, what brings you here?"
"Everyone here was promised about two thousand dollars each. God knows I need the money."
Elsa was shocked, "Really? Wha...how…"
"The Westerguards are some rich son's of bitches!" Alex smiled, "And since no one wanted to set foot on the 'haunted island', they had to pay us."
"Oh," Elsa nodded. She was rich herself, but she wouldn't pay over fifty people two thousand dollars each! That's like one-hundred thousand dollars! Elsa wanted to continue her mental ranting over money, but then she remembered something else the young man said, "Wait, what do you mean you need the money? Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, no! Well, it's just that my wife...she has cancer." The smile on his face faded slowly, "I can't afford to live in my house, and without this money, I can't save either of us."
Elsa gulped, "How...how old are you?"
"twenty three."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's fine, really."
Elsa went quiet for a second, then she asked, reluctantly, "How is two thousand dollars going to cover for both you?"
"It's not," Alex admitted, "I've decided to go into the military after this. The house is about two-hundred thousand dollars, and to cure my wife it'd be about one million."
"Jesus!" Elsa gasped.
"Ha, yeah." a small smile appeared on Alex's face, "They said she has about six months."
"How are you going to get enough money in time?" Elsa really didn't want to ask these questions, and she really didn't want to make the decision she was going to make if push came to shove, but she was curious, and she was heartbroken for the poor man.
"I don't know," Alex answered, "I guess I just have to have faith."
A moment of silence overcame them for a while until the jeep came to a stop. Elsa looked to her right; she could see a herd of antelope grazing in an open field, and guessed that this is what they were going to hunt first. She got out of the car turned back to Alex. She reached into her pocket and got out a card and held it out in front of the man.
"Here," She said. "When we leave this island, call me, and I'll help you with your financial problems."
Alex was shocked. He reluctantly reached out and grabbed the card, "A-are you serious?"
"Yes." Elsa smiled.
"Thank you!" Alex was on the verge of tears. "Thank you so much."
Elsa only nodded, and walked towards the herd, the rest of the group following behind her. The antelope grazed peacefully, unaware of the dangers that lurk behind them. Elsa and her crew stalked carefully, and slowly into the field behind the herd. When they got close enough she raised one hand in the air, signalling the team to stop, then she flicked her wrist once to the left and once to the right, and the team spread themselves out around the field, covering as much ground as they can without losing sight of one another, so that if the herd broke off they could catch some running their way. Elsa unwrapped her rifle from her shoulder, and lifted the scope to her eye. All she had to do was take the first shot, and the rest of the group would fire right after, and then they'd be feasting tonight! Elsa got sight of a good sized antelope and placed her finger on the trigger. A smile crept onto her face, as she held her breath, and pressed down.
~~000~~
"So...how's-"
"Don't." Kristoff deadpanned, not in the mood to talk to the rich auburn whatsoever.
"Come on! I'm trying to break this horrible silence you've got going on here!" Hans groaned.
Kristoff, camera in hand, snapped a picture of a lynx he discovered sleeping in a thick branch of a tree, "The silence I've started because I don't want to talk to you."
"Why?"
"Because I don't like you." Kristoff replied simply, not sparing the other man a single glance.
"Why?" Hans leaned against a nearby tree.
"I don't trust you."
"And that's because…"
"Because I don't okay! Now stop asking these fucking questions!"
"Come on, Bjorgman! I'm a good guy, you don't have to worry about me! There is literally no bad blood in my family line." Hans assured.
"Are you sure about that Westerguard?" Kristoff narrowed his eyes at the man, "Because I think we both know that's a lie."
Hans was shocked. He cleared his throat and picked at his sideburns, "Well, I mean besides that."
Kristoff didn't reply. Hans sighed, "can we at least make a truce?"
"No."
That man was incorrigible! Hans literally couldn't stand how difficult he was being! So difficult, that the word difficult had to be italicized three times! However he would not give up. Hans watched as the blonde man took photos of pretty much everything he could so that he could study it later. He knew a way to make him less difficult.
"Would Elsa approve of you acting this way?" He smirked.
Kristoff halted, "What did you just say?"
"You heard me." Hans' smirk became a smile, "You made some sort of promise. Are you following it?"
Kristoff glared at him, slowly advancing. Hans' smile began to fade, and he gulped. Bad idea? Kristoff got closer and closer until he was literally a hair length away from Hans. He glared into his eyes, opening his mouth to speak.
Bang! Bang!
Silence.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang! Bang!
Both men stopped and looked around.
"What was that?" Kristoff worried.
"I think it came from the camp." Hans answered.
A noise then sounded from Hans' waist.
"Help! Help! We're being a-"
Hans looked down at his belt and picked up his walkie-talkie, pressed down the button, and spoke into it, "Hello? Is anybody there? Hello?"
"What's going on!?" Kristoff was freaking out now. He wrapped his camera around his shoulder. And started into a direction where he and Hans left the jeep. Hans followed close behind. Their group was scattered throughout the jungle. After they approached the jeep, Hans jumped into the driver's seat and Kristoff into the passenger's.
"Anyone recruited in group seven report back to the camp immediately!" Hans ordered into the walkie-talkie. Each group had a number, that way they could keep track if anyone went missing or if anything happens.
Hans stepped on the gas and the jeep sped towards the camp. Something wasn't right. Something was going down at the camp and they needed to get there fast...or God know what could happen.
Well, that's it! I wanted to do a little more but i decided to prolong the suspense a little bit. I can't promise a chapter soon, but it will come! Until then, I thank you for sticking with me! Don't forget to find me on tumblr! Username HASFfanatic! I will be posting small trailers of future chapters a day or week before they happen, along with fan art (if i ever get any), self made art of outfits, scenery, etc. small competitions, and whatever my reader's heart desire! So make sure to follow me! Or not...it's whatevs…
until next time! Ps. Sorry its so short...
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