Chapter 4 c:

Once again, I caught more typos, rushed scenes, and other junk in my last few chapters.

But, not to worry, I'm super confident now!

Let me give this another shot.

For PolarDawn, I really appreciate your critiques. I admit, day one was really just out there to get them all in one place again. And I'm sure Paul won't let anymore Lucas/Dawn action happen. But considering the fact that romantic gestures conflict with his personality, I have to take it real slow. Eeeh...It's killing me . Thanks again for your advice.

Real special thanks to Cid Neha and AvatarMomo! I'm glad I have your support and seeing reviews like these makes me happy!

Ah, and in response to JustinThePokemonMaster, I paired Dawn with her counterpart, Lucas. Lucas and Dawn are the two playable characters for the Sinnoh region. Ethan (Aka Gold, not to be confused with Jimmy), was the Johto male character in Pokemon Crystal and Heart Gold and Soul Silver. Just clearing things up c:

Anyways, I'll try my best to update at least once a day until school starts. Thanks for your patience!

Now, onto the story!

Disclaimer:*

Nope, I don't own Pokemon.

Chapter 4:

'Just as Paul made eye-contact with it, the creature leaped at them, knocking them both off guard.'

A grunt escaped Paul's mouth as his fist shot out, nailing the beast in the face. Dawn was still in his grip, continuing to thrash about angrily. The beast let out a yelp before falling back onto the ground. Paul released Dawn, walking over towards what was now laying on the ground in front of him. Shadows from the trees above made it quite difficult to see. Nearing the creature, Paul froze, mouth slightly agape in shock.

"Paul, what is it?" She questioned, coming up behind him. Her eyes followed his, locking on the mysterious figure which was now beginning to stand. It looked at them with wild, crazed eyes. Soft hissing sounds were made from its mouth.

"That's not an 'it'." Paul murmured in response. Sunlight was just barely peeking through the leaves on the trees. Light shined down on what looked like a pale, almost white shoulder. You could just barely see the ratty, torn rusty brown shirt sticking out before it faded into the shadows again. Both were shocked when the figure stood up straighter, wobbling into the light.

"More like a she.." Dawn's eyes widened as a girl entered her vision. She had matted, untamed black hair which fell just below her knees. The azure haired girl stared into her bloodshot amber eyes. Honestly, Dawn would say that the feral girl would be rather attractive if her hair was brushed out a little and if her eyes didn't look so sleep-deprived. At the moment she could see nothing but insanity in her eyes, which gave Dawn a rather uneasy feeling in her stomach.

"Do you think she's a survivor too?" Hesitantly, she broke the silence, speaking in a soft voice. Heavy breathing erupted in the direction of the savage looking girl.

"Most likely not. It's impossible for her to look like that after just one day." Paul's eyes narrowed as he pulled Dawn back a little. His fingers fumbled through his pockets for the knife he was working on earlier. Slowly, eyes trained on the feral female, he pulled it out of his pocket.

"Well than where do you think she came from?"

"'Don't know, don't care." His voice was low and slightly threatening. Noticing his weapon, she gave him a harsh glare.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Standing slightly on her tip-toes, Dawn stiffly growled into his ear.

"Shut up, just trust me." He growled before roughly shoved her away from him.

"You're going to kill her, aren't you?" A disapproving frown appeared on her face. However, all she got in return was a stone cold look from him.

Small shuffling sounds interrupted their angry little glare competition. The girl began to make a sound that reminded Dawn of a rabid dog snarling. Knowing Paul, she figured that if he did end up killing her, it would be extremely bloody and vicious. Yet another reason why Dawn did not like violence nor him. With another growling sound, the girl lunged at Paul, forcing him backwards onto the ground.

"Paul!" Dawn froze with shock, not knowing what to do. What could she do to help? Frantically, her eyes flickered around the nearby forest. She searched for something to use against the feral girl but found nothing. When Dawn looked back at the two, she found that the raven haired girl now towered over Paul.

He quickly shot upwards, scraping his small makeshift knife against her bruised, bloodied head. Warm drops of scarlet blood dropped down on his face, the girl now had a long scratch going across her cheek. A short ear-splitting shriek escaped from her mouth as she attempted to bite at his flesh. It was getting harder and harder for Paul to control the rampaging creature he called a girl.

Paul swung his arm out, trying to slice at her neck however he missed. Taking the chance, the girl swiftly shot forward, sinking her teeth into his lower left arm.

"Fuck!" He swore angrily, coal black eyes blazing before trying to stab her again. Hissing in response, she rammed her head into his, bashing him backwards. Crazed eyes peered down at him as Paul struggled to clear his mind again. His head was pounding and red blotches began to smother his vision.

"You cannibalistic piece of shit." She ripped his stone knife out of his hand and tossed it to the side as he cursed. He wasn't exactly sure if she could understand him, but he figured she at least could tell that he was furious. Digging her unusually long nails into his chest, she bared her disgustingly sharp teeth which seemed to have a yellow hue. Shutting his eyes, he simply waited, for his energy was already drained and he found no reason to fight anymore. After all, he would die on this island anyways, right?

An abrupt scream filled the air.

Thump.

Paul's chest suddenly felt heavy. With one eye open, he wordlessly inspected his surroundings. Lots of trees, sunlight, a bloodied rock, and...

"What the-" He muttered, hurriedly shoving a body off. When the girl smashed his head with hers earlier it blurred his vision. Eyes wide with terror, he grasped at the air. His fuzzy, obscure vision made it hard for him to tell who's body it was. That is, until he heard another piercing scream. Turning his head, Paul was startled at what appeared when his vision finally cleared up a bit.

"Fuck you!" It had been the first time since the cobalt haired girl had sworn the entire 'vacation'. Her yellow hair clips were beginning to fall off, giving her a slightly scruffy look as she thrashed about. Sitting up, Paul could only watch as she reached for his makeshift knife that lay on the ground near her.

"Fuck you! Screw you! Die!" Tears streaked down her face as her sense of reasoning melted away. Only one day had passed since the crash and yet she was already going insane. But Paul couldn't blame her, she did her best to stay friendly and cheerful even in this situation. On top of that she had yet to utter a single complaint aside from the one about his attitude. Now it was all coming back to her, maybe it was a bad idea to expose her to violence.

Dawn straddled the corpse of the feral girl. Again and again she stabbed at the body in a flurry of anger and rage. Blood was sprayed onto her face making her look mentally unstable. This side of her...It wasn't anything like the girl he had met on the plane.

Earlier she had broken the cranium of that girl with a rock, saving his life. Paul definitely didn't think she had a killer instinct at all. Usually he doesn't show emotion, but this sight coated him in a look of pure shock. Especially since the petite girl had shown extreme distaste in him when they were walking.

It seemed as if everything was moving in slow motion. Watching her on the brink of madness sinking that rock into that cadaver as if she thought it were still alive. Dropping the blood-stained knife, her hands fumbled around until she found the rock. With a deep breath, she smashed it onto the corpse's head one last time.

A pool of blood, brutally torn, smashed up body, and a wailing girl.

That was what his scowling face was met with as he stood up.

Sighing, Drew sprinted to catch up with May. That girl ran straight ahead of him, not even bothering to look back.

"Can't keep up, Mr. I'm better than everyone?" She taunted, pretty much frolicking through the woods. He noticed how graceful May really was as she practically danced around, easily moving around the roots of the trees. Just as he was about to open his mouth to comment on it, she tripped, stumbled, and fell flat on her face.

"Smooth moves, July." Drew snorted with a hair flip. He stood over her with his hands in his pockets, looking down on her.

"Smoother than yours." With a snort, she mumbled her reply into the ground before getting up.

"Whatever, at least I don't prance around like a forest pixie." He huffed, continuing forward. May's footsteps thundered as she ran and thrust her elbow into his back.

"Ow!"

"I'd say this forest pixie is pretty tough. After all, she took down a giant lumbering ogre." She grinned victoriously, jabbing a finger into his chest four times.

"Yeah? Well I wouldn't blame her. This 'giant lumbering ogre' sounds pretty damn handsome." Determined to keep his self-esteem brimming over the edge, Drew hair flipped before strutting ahead of her. It humored him when she fought back. May always said some of the funniest things he's ever heard. Although the faint, quiet sound of running water disrupted his thoughts.

"Really? I think you need to get your ears checked because that ogre had hideous grungy green hair and a very unappealing face. Oh, and he was almost always making stupid comments on the forest pixie." The brunette responded, slowly building up the confidence in her voice. Following after him, May had yet to notice the growing sound of water.

"Ah, then I don't think we're referring to the same one. The one I heard of was a gorgeous, beloved ogre prince who was amazingly talented and awesome for his kind." He coughed, leading her closer and closer to what he thought was a stream. There were less trees as they walked on. Nothing like the density of the woods and bushes that greeted them when they first set off.

"Such a creature doesn't exist." May broke out laughing. She continued to tail him like a duckling, not exactly having a clue as to where they were going.

"You're looking at it."

"An ogre?"

"Wh-what? No! It is I, Drew Hayden, the one and only!"

"Grass-headed arrogant bastard." Her laughter continued to fill and enlighten the shadowy forest.

"Rude, pushy, ugly elf."

"Rose-obsessed playboy."

Drew paused. Honestly, he couldn't think of anything that could top her insults. May noticed this and puffed her chest out with a smirk on her face.

"What's this? The one and only Drew Hayden is out of ideas?" A dramatic gasp escaped her mouth as she covered it with a hand.

Suddenly, Drew picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.

"H-hey! Put me down you grass-headed bastard!" She began yelling and smacking her fists against his back. He continued walking along the stream which eventually led to an open lake. May continued to curse at him and beat at him.

"Here, why don't you check if it's safe for me to go in." The emerald green haired boy flipped his hair again and dropped her into the water much to her surprise.

"Screw you, now my clothes are all wet." May grumbled, wringing her red bandana out. Water that spilled around her ankles felt real nice, especially with the warm sun shining down on her. Wind that blew at her made her a bit chilly, but it had been awhile since she had felt anything that cold. She brought her hand up to touch the burned spot on her cheek.

"Maple, we should probably report back." Drew yawned, smoothing his hair with a little water.

"But we just got here." A childish pout crossed her face.

"Well, what do you even want to do? Red and Ash are waiting for us and Dawn or Paul probably need our help with something." Being a little bit of a killjoy to May's fun, he gave her a dull look. She gave him a pleading look on his face which was a little weird, considering the fact that May never begged him for anything.

"Just for a couple minutes."

"Hah! The Drew Hayden gave in to a commoner?" May was cracking herself up, mimicking his hair flip again.

"The May Maple pleaded to Drew Hayden like a child would a parent?" He shot back, smirking as her smile faltered slightly.

Eeeh, I'm sorry I made Dawn a little OCish

I just wanted to emphasize how much people change when under pressure. It sort of bothers me when people portray her as the type of person who'd let Paul do everything for her. Something like that. However I guess I may have gone a little overboard... But hey, what would you do if you survived a plane crash, got stuck with a pessimistic dude, and saw a savage attack someone c:?

And uh, I know I sort of slacked on May and Drew's section. But they needed a good source of water for the group. Although, it was then when I realized that no one is going to tread a mile through the woods to find water then tread back when they actually discover it. So I didn't know what to do and I wasn't about to do one of those little 'play in the water scenes' when they're all out, stranded on an island, haha

In my opinion this chapter was a bit lame, especially on May and Drew's part. Not to worry, I'll be even more confident in my writing next time!

So,

How will Paul react to Dawn's breakdown?

What the junk will May and Drew do?

Please review, I appreciate feedback ^-^!

Thanks again!

~Bear