Murdoc's POV:

"Ugh." I groaned as I tried picking myself up from the pilot's seat. Bit of a bumpy landing, but I'm still alive. I thought to myself as I tried escaping the plane. The roof had caved in slightly, and it was turned on its side, making standing difficult.

I tried climbed to the top of the ceiling and made my way out through a massive opening made possibly from the missile. At the top I stumbled and fell off the top of the plane and landed to the ground with a loud THUMP! The sand kicked up all around me on the impact.

"Ow, fuck, that hurt. Hey mates, anybody alive?" I asked in kind of a sarcastic tone but inside I knew that I was secretly afraid they hadn't survived.

"Murdoc, little help over here?" I heard Russel call me. I turned around to find him on the sand making a puddle of blood from his injuries.

"Sweet Satan, Russel! Dammit, are you okay?" I asked with some alarm trying to help him up.

"Glass!" Russel said to me when I tried to help him. He was bleeding on his arms and legs from small cuts. One long and deep looking cut was on his leg, it had a large piece of glass protruding out of it. Small pieces of glass embedded on his arms.

"Shit, just sit down, let me find the others first." I told Russel. He obeyed me and sat down in the sand plucking the glass out of his arm. I looked around and soon found a Noodle trapped inside the plane. The ceiling had collapsed inside around her in two separate pieces that enclosed her in the plane. I climbed in through a broken window and tried pushing a piece down. When that didn't work, I involved my legs and all of my body weight. I slightly made a hole and Noodle climbed through it while I struggled holding the ceiling piece back.

"You alright, love?" I asked her. She nodded her response and ran to the bleeding Russel to assist him. I then continued onward, finding the rest of my band members.

"Jeiel, Darla, 2D, where the bloody 'ell are you blokes?" I called, walking outside the plane searching the perimeter. On the other side of the plane was Darla. She was unconsciously laying in the sand. I ran to her and placed my fingers on her neck in attempt to find a pulse. As soon as my fingers even made contact to her neck, her eyes snapped open and she punched me straight in the jaw.

"Oi, what the fuck? I was making sure you weren't dead, mate!" I said while rubbing my jaw.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Murdoc. I just got thrown outta plane window! So excuse me if I'm a bit jumpy right now!" Darla said with a bit of sarcasm and fear.

"Well if your fine, go help your boyfriend... he's bleeding." I added that last part and Darla quickly stood up but winced and stumbled. I quickly grabbed her and asked what was wrong.

"I think my ankle is sprained, or broken!" Darla cried out with some tears forming in her eyes. It was clear she was in pain. I quickly helped her to the others and helped her sit down next to Russel.

"I'm going to go find face-ache and pinky." I stated then walked away. At first I thought I would explore inside the plane because the two didn't seem to be outside around the crashed plane. Once inside, I carefully walked around all obstacles in my way.

Lounge chairs and regular chairs in general were scattered around the floor. Broken glass from the windows were just about everywhere as well. The floor was in a tipped angle from the plane landing on its side, and the walls were dented a bit from the impact.

It sure was a scary sight to see. I began panicking when I didn't find 2D or Jeiel. Dullard, you better not be dead, and same to you, Jeiel. I thought to myself as I climbed through a broken window and jumped down from the plane. I winced when shards of glass scratched me as I exited through the broken window.

I went back to Darla and Russel.

"Did you find them?" Russel asked me.

"Does it bloody look like I did, lard ass?" I snapped.

"Relax, Murdoc! It was a good question!" Darla retorted.

'Sorry, sorry, I just am worried. Alright? For the first time in my life, I am worried!" I said defeated as I buried my head in my hands. Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my back.

"Don't worry, we'll find them." Noodle said, trying to convince me. All I could do was muster a smile. I was startled when loud screaming and panicking sounded in the distant then coming closer like it was running towards us.

At first, my reaction was to grab the sharpest item near me, but before I could do anything, something threw them self at us, something with blue hair...2D.

"Dullard!" I said cheerfully. 2D stood there panting, trying to catch his breath.

"What's wrong?" Noodle asked. When 2D finally caught his breath, he looked up at all of us, and uttered a single word that almost made my heart stop.

"Jeiel." He said so simply, but spoke the name with so much meaning and concern.

"What happened?" I asked, I found myself grabbing 2D's dirty, tattered shirt with one hand threateningly.

2D gulped then began speaking.

"When the airplane crashed, I woke up outside with glass all over me. I must have been 'frown out a window! I was a little sore, and cut up, but no'fing to bad, so I got up. Jeiel was maybe 10 feet away from me when I found her. She was even worse, the glass had cut her up more than it had me and large bruises were developing from being 'frown through the window! Plus, she was unconscious, so I carried her towards the water to clean the blood and try to get some of the glass out. Then..."

I watched as 2D trailed off with a puzzled expression.

"Well, what happened next?" I heard Russel ask.

"Strange people came out of no where..."

''Huh?" Darla asked confused.

"What are you talking about, dullard?" I asked the poor senseless blue-haired singer.

"These people had like... tiki masks and tribal tattoos or some'fing. I dunno what happened, but they approached me and Jeiel. Before I could move they surrounded us and then they took her!" 2D cried out in agony at the memory.

"They took her?" Darla repeated.

"Yes, they bloody took her right out of 'me arms!" 2D said.

"So I guess it's safe to say that we aren't alone on this island, mates..." I ended on that creepy note. Goosebumps seemed to travel on my green skin up my arms to the back of my neck.

"Don't worry, there is no fucking way I'm letting some islanders harm my stylist!" I said but sounded more petty than caring, which was okay because they didn't need to know how much I cared for Jeiel. Once I said that, I started helping everyone with their wounds. When I finished, questions arose from their mouths.

"So, what 'da fuck is the plan?" Russel asked.

"Yeah, maybe we should think this through..." Darla commented.

"I will go in there and beat them all up if they hurt my Jeiel!" 2D said with a fist in the air like some kind of revenge pose.

"What can we do? There's probably thousands of them..." Noodle said but I cut her off with a raised fist. Soon everyone was looking at me intently.

"It's easy, we go in, we get our blonde bombshell, then we get off the mother fucking island!" I told them with total confidence.