I know, it's been so long. I just moved, had no internet, other than that I have been pretty fucking lazy and had some writer's block, but i have decided that i have a new home, new school, new beginning, so I'm gonna need you guys to give me a reasonable deadline and whichever one is reasonable enough, I will have an update by that time. That way I will have to force myself to update. Hopefully this will work. Also, keep in mind that I will be practicing every day from dawn till dark for a badass basketball team I wanna join. So reasonable deadlines will be significant. I have nothing else really to say besides the fact that i'm feeling pretty hyper right now so there may or may not be some fucking profanity in this chapter everywhere as well as stupidity and nonsense. So i'm just gonna tell you a little joke.
**Cop pulls you over**
Cop: Sir do you know how fast you were going?
You: Well, Do you know how fast you were going to catch up to me?
Cop: ...have a great day.
Hahahaha! Don't actually say this shit, you'll get shot.
Chapter fucking 6: Dickinson's Kestral
Elsa trudged through the thick forest plants which were practically gripping and tangling around her ankles with every step. She was lost. She had no idea where she was going. And she was hungry. So hungry, that if she saw any moving, living, organism, she'd probably leap on it like a tiger. Not only that, but there was an even bigger problem that she couldn't get off her mind. Why? Why did they leave her? They didn't search for her or anything.
Could she blame them? Probably not. She saw it. She saw the destruction. The bodies. The blood. Something went down and it drove them from the island. Forced them to abandon her. But what happened? Was it...that girl? The one who cruelly took down her whole team. Murdered them all in cold blood.
Elsa's eyes watered. She truly lost everyone. And she was stuck here; probably for the rest of her life. She was on the verge of crying when a snap sounded from behind her. Alerted, Elsa spun on her heel, swiftly yanking the rifle she still maintained from her shoulder and pointing it towards the noise. To be honest she was terrified. Like, her hands were fucking shaking. She stared intently in the direction of the sound. Her finger was on the trigger. She was ready. Scared. But ready.
Suddenly, a creature jumped out of the darkness causing Elsa to reflexively pull the trigger. With a loud bang the body fell limp to the ground. Elsa let out a shaky breath, more relieved than shocked, upon seeing that the ever so scary creature, was non other than a doe. Slowly, she lowered her gun, still staring intensely at the dead creature. Her mouth watered, the realization of her ever so irritating hunger coming to reality. Elsa threw the rifle over her shoulder and launched herself at the animal, lifting it with some unknown strength; probably some adrenaline. Elsa trudged on, hoping to find a clearing where she could settle down. Glancing up at the sky, she could see the sun was now on a descending route from the sky. She grumbled as she noticed it would be dark soon, and if she didn't find somewhere quick, she'd be walking in complete darkness, and that's nothing she would want seeing as though she was still in a jungle; nonetheless an island with no civilization whatsoever. Upon lowering her eyes from the view of the sky, they landed on something else. A bird. No, a falcon. A Dickinsons Kestral to be exact. The white feathers of its chest puffed out in a threatening manner. If that bird was a cat, it would be hissing right now. It's black, yellow rimmed eyes glared daggers into Elsa as it's gray wings stretched out and it flew away. Elsa stared after it for a while, confusion etched into her as she slowly began to continue her journey.
The only thing that remained in her brain was one single word. A word her mind repeated like a prayer.
Survive.
~~000~~
"Kristoff, it really isn't this difficult…"
"..."
"Just pull the trigger."
"..."
"It's not even a living thing."
"..."
"It's a dummy...Kristoff. A fucking dum-"
"I know that!" Kristoff yelled irritably at the redheaded man, "I fucking Know that alright!"
Hans shook his head, "Then why aren't you pulling the trigger."
"I…" Kristoff turned his attention back to the dummy. Hans was right. It wasn't even living but he couldn't shoot. Maybe it was the point behind it. The fact that if he pulled the trigger, he'd be pulling it with the intent to kill. If he pulled the trigger, the bullet that would be rocketing out of it would represent how fast his morals would have to change.
Hans sighed, "Kristoff, do you know why man made weapons?"
"To kill people? I mean, someone wanted to kill somebody, or at least hurt them."
"No, that's what weapons are used for but that isn't why they are made." Hans pulled his own pistol from his waistband, "They were made to hunt and protect. Animals were always killers, Kristoff. And it isn't wrong to kill a killer. That's why in this world, it's either kill or be killed Kristoff. So if Elsa is alive, she won't be for long unless you grow some balls."
Hans lifted the gun and pointed it at the dummy, pulling the trigger and shooting one fatal shot to the dummy's forehead. Then he placed the gun back into his waistband, giving Kristoff a mixture of a pitiful and serious look. "So what're you going to do?"
Kristoff stared blankly at the dummy. It took around three minutes before he lifted his gun and aimed at the hay made man. With a deep breath, he pulled the trigger. Time seemed to slow as the bullet made it's way to the target. Kristoff watched wide eyed as it embedded itself between the the dummy's invisible eyes. He was so shocked, he didn't even feel Hans giving him a pat on the back.
"I expected such from a hunter's son."
Bulda and Cliff. His parents. Well, adoptive parents. They would've probably been proud of him seeing as though they were hunters themselves. Elsa's father and his parents worked together for a long time. Kristoff snapped out of his haze and turned his attention back to Hans, who was retreating back inside the ship. Kristoff took one more glance at the dummy, before smiling, and heading back inside as well.
~~000~~
Elsa's mouth watered as she watched the meat of the doe roast on the stick over the fire. Thank god her father taught her all the necessary information on survival. Other wise she'd be eating raw deer flesh right now. As the meat cooked, Elsa analyzed her surroundings, deciding it was best to distract herself from her still roaring hunger. It wasn't a big area, but a small clearing surrounded by thick trees leading back into the darkness of the jungle, and a giant cliff behind her. Now she could defend herself if anything popped up seeing as though nothing can come up behind her. There was a small stream of water flowing past her, the doe's corpse to her right, the sun setting and moon rising, and a group of bushes beside her. However, there was one feature that stood out to her. On the stone wall beside her, there were words carved into it, along with two crosses. The cackling of the fire beneath her soothed her greatly from the shiver going up her spine from the sight it. It kind of looked like a giant gravestone.
Elsa winced as a sudden pain shot through her leg. She looked down. Her pants were darkened with a warm liquid. Elsa carefully reached down with her free hand and pulled up her pants leg as far as it would go. She winced again upon noticing the damage. There was a deep gash in the side of her calf, blood oozing from the wound. There was another wave of pain and Elsa hissed, nearly dropping her food into the fire. She remembered the earlier events of the ape that leaped in front of her when she was making her way back to the beach after the attack by the girl, when she fell back onto a rock or something. Elsa grumbled cursing herself for not noticing the situation sooner. She reached over to her busy arm, ripping some cloth from her sleeve, the rip going from her wrist to the crook of her elbow. Elsa placed the meat on the stick carefully against the stone wall standing up so it didn't fall into the dirt as she wrapped the long cloth tightly against her wound. She new that wouldn't stop the bleeding for long, but it was enough to keep her going.
A large growl sounded, making Elsa jump. She sighed in relief upon finding out it was only her stomach. Elsa looked down at her meal. It was perfectly cooked, the meat browned and the skin even darker. Elsa's mouth began to water once more as she grabbed the stick and brang the meat up to her mouth. She took a giant bite out of the roasted flesh and hummed in satisfaction. It wasn't the best of meals, but seeing how hungry she was, she couldn't care less. Elsa managed to devour the meat in only a matter of seconds, leaning her head against the giant wall behind her and patting her stomach with affection. A smile spread across her lips as she closed her eyes. She could use a nap….but it wouldn't be smart to sleep in the open. Letting out a disappointed sigh, Elsa reopened her eyes only to met with a bone chilling sight. At least it was for her. Right before her, perched on a branch of a tree, sat the Dickinson's Kestral. In other words, the white falcon. It's yellow rimmed, blue eyes glaring into Elsa's soul. Elsa gulped, and slowly reached for the rifle that she placed beside her on the ground. The bird flexed its wings in a threatening manner. Elsa didn't look away though. As soon as her hand was fully on the rifle, the bird leaped into action, shooting towards her, Elsa yelped in surprise as a sharp sting shot across her cheek. She reached up to her face, feeling the blood drip from the scratches engraved by the bird. Elsa growled, picking her rifle up and aiming at the damn creature. She was just about to pull the trigger when a sharp wooden staff shot out from the darkness of the jungle trees, shocking Elsa and knocking the gun out of her hand. Elsa gulped, turning her attention to where the weapon came from. Coming out of the trees, was a familiar head of red hair in pigtails.
The girl!
She stared Elsa down, before glancing over to the dead doe on the ground beside the blonde. The girl's face paled a bit, running over to the dead creature. She observed it for what seemed to be a minute, eyes glued onto where Elsa tore the meat from, which was the whole leg. A terrifying fire lit up in her eyes. She slowly, and menacingly made her way over to Elsa. Elsa reached for her rifle again, almost touching it when a hand grabbed her by her shirt and threw her sideways, further away from her main source of defense. The girl grabbed Elsa's gun. Eyeing it carefully with a look of distaste before holding both ends and slamming it against her knee with a horrible snap. Elsa yelped, watching as the wood and metal of her prized possession scattered all over the grassy terrain. When she snapped out of her minute of mourning, she noticed the girl picking up her sharp wooden staff. Upon picking the staff up, the girl paused, staring intently at the carvings on the stone wall. After a minute she turned her attention to the blonde again, walking over to Elsa, the sharp end of the stick pointing at her. Elsa reached for the machete in her utility belt in which she used to cut the let off the dear. She stood up, and charged at the redhead, weapon in hand when the girl merely stepped sideways and struck Elsa hard in the stomach with the bottom of her staff. Elsa's eyes widened in pain as the wind was knocked out of her and she doubled over onto her hands and knees, her weapon falling to the ground with a muffled clang. The girl kicked the blade to the side as she pressed the sharp end of the staff to Elsa's neck. Elsa felt tears coming to her eyes as she went over how painful her death would be. The girl pulled the staff back, ready to strike; the asshole falcon, who had been watching the whole charade, landing on her shoulder. A single tear fell down Elsa's cheek, causing a slight sting on the mark that the bird left. Then, the girl froze. She stared at Elsa, her eyes no longer hard and menacing, but confused and pitiful. She cocked her head slightly, in what Elsa would call adorable if she wasn't terrified right now, before looking over to the bird, in which Elsa had just realized was most likely her companion. They seemed to hold each other's gaze for a while, before the girl turned her attention back to Elsa. Elsa was confused at this moment, and Even more confused when the girl rotated her staff vertically in a 180 degree turn. The bottom of the stick now facing Elsa. The girl pulled the staff back, before shoving it forward.
Everything, went black.
I know I know, it was short. But I really wanted to get this done for you guys. The next one will be longer i promise.
IMPORTANT!
I was wondering, do you guys think I should make Anna G!P (have a dick) or should she be fully female. It's up to you. There won't be any reveal or smut soon yet. Also, should I do smut? This is all up to you guys.
Anywho, That's all for now. I can't promise I'll get another chapter in quickly but a deadline from you guys would help.
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-HUSF