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Chapter Ten:

The Storm

This natural phenomenon has an otherworldly agenda.

A few weeks later…

Everyone had retreated to their quarters for the night.

Sherry slept soundly in her bed. Balled up in her covers, she lay on her side, never stirring, but humming softly in her sleep. Helena was much of the same; her chest rose and fell evenly, her brown tresses strewn over her pillow messily like several rivers of chocolate as she had at last found a position she was comfortable with.

In the pilothouse, Leon slumped in his chair with a wool blanket over his shoulders and his head propped to the side. He snored lightly, frequently muttering incoherently in his sleep whilst his hands twitched and did mindless gestures.

Jake was the only one awake. He had already slept most of the day away and simply refused to lie around any longer. The cramped space between his bed and a tall dresser was now being used for him to keep in shape. It was a good distraction from the typical routine everyone had fell into during their stay on the boat.

The hybrid was irritable; completely unable to fathom how Leon could claim a weeklong trip or so when instead it would close in on a months' worth of sea travels. Here they were, almost spending an entire month waiting around to do nothing and whenever they finally started back on course, they ran into more engine troubles.

Although he had no idea where they were currently, he knew they weren't close to America. And this meant nothing but more time to be wasted.

Perspiration dripped from his forehead as he pushed off the floor for what was once the 600th push-up but he had long lost count after that – and yet kept going. His hoodie and shirt were discarded on the bed, his shoes strewn across the floor and he was clad only in his dark pants.

He did quite a few more pushups until finally coming to rest in a kneeling position. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed hoarsely before rising to his feet and exiting his room.

The entire ship was dark – save the small fixture over the kitchen sink and the glow from the light atop the boat brilliantly leaking through any opening to the inside. Jake opened the refrigerator to grab some bottled water. Taking a long swig, he finished it in one go and discarded the plastic into the garbage.

Just as he went to return to his room, he staggered where he stood – the boat rocked, and violently so.

Whatever hit the boat had temporarily knocked out the lights. When they came back, Jake noticed a few items had fallen to the floors and the boat still seemed unsteady. He staggered to the window and peered out at a dark sea; being on the bottom level, the waves smashed against the window and it wasn't very easy to see over them.

The hybrid briefly considered that maybe a whale was nearby. He had swum alongside whales and they were powerful creatures despite their gentle countenance. It didn't take much for them to bump someone or a ship and rock it to its core, although when he considered the effects done, it was quite a bit too minor to have been a whale.

With a sigh, he pulled away from the window and shook his head. He was prepared to write it off as nothing more than a wave, nothing more, nothing less.

That is, until he saw the bright flash of lightning outside the window.

A storm… he confirmed. That might cause a problem…

Jake quickly started for the stairwell to wake Leon. When he reached the top, he realized he didn't have to. Leon was already awake and had commenced checking the controls.

"Ever weathered out a storm on a boat like this one?"

Jake raised a brow at the question but shook his head nonetheless. "A ship, yeah, but never one like this."

Leon huffed, "Our best bet is to get the hell outta this area and fast."

"This boat can't handle a storm?"

"It depends, but I damn sure don't wanna find out the hard way."

"So, what are you waiting for? Start the boat!" Jake shouted, going towards one of the windows.

Due to the heat inside the pilothouse, the windows had fogged up and prevented visibility. Wiping away the steam on it, Jake couldn't see much of anything out there – it was dark, too dark. Eerie as it was, most ominous of all was the complete absence of the moon itself in the skies.

Jake felt a cold breeze down his nape. He was reminded of the land of the damned; the place where darkness was forever, where death and despair held hands in a constant cycle of suffering for mankind – the place he swore he would never return to.

Something wasn't right about this. The waters were just fine maybe an hour – some odd time ago… what the hell is going on?

"Oh shit…"

"What happened?" Jake asked, joining the blonde by the controls again.

"The anchor – it's down…" Leon stated with furrowed brows, "What the hell could've knocked it down?"

It clicked for Jake immediately. "That first crash from the waves. That might have done the trick."

In that instant, another wave collided with the boat – this time the water elevated enough to crash onto the outside deck and splash the windows of the pilothouse.

Leon and Jake went on high alert.

"Oh, this isn't good." Leon said gravely. "I'll go wake the girls –"

"No, I'll do it – you just see about retracting the anchor or something."

Jake raced down the stairway to the lower level while Leon quickly returned to the controls. The hybrid returned rather quickly, fully dressed with Sherry and Helena behind him – both clearly bewildered by what was going on around them.

"What's going on?" Sherry asked anxiously. Her eyes traveled to the controls and she cringed as they sounded off and made noises of distress.

"Is something wrong with the boat –" Helena started but was cut off.

The boat rocked forcefully once again. This time, it sent Sherry flying forward towards a window and Helena nearly fell backwards. Fortunately, Jake caught them both.

"What's going on – did you raise the anchor?"

"I can't –" Leon was uncharacteristically frantic all the sudden. "The anchors stuck on something below the boat!" he tapped on the many controls, desperate to find some sort of solution before matters got worse.

"Can't we pull it up manually?" Helena suggested.

"Yeah, but it'll be dangerous – the waves are picking up outside." he turned to them and took in some air. "If all of us get out there and pull on the anchor, we could get it out the water in no time, I'm sure."

"Alright," Jake said with a nod. He turned to Sherry and grasped her by the shoulders, "You stay in here, capisce [got it]?"

"But Jake –"

"No time to discuss this!" Leon shouted, "Let's move!"

Outside of the pilothouse was a brewing hell. The oceans were enraged; the waves were wild, and looked demented. They were dark, and increasing in size as they rolled closer to the boat, bucking and rocking it once the waves crashed into it. With each wave, they were being lifted higher as the strength of the waters increased with their size.

The skies were dark, eternally dark it seemed. Lightning flashed across the skies, crackling and lighting up the dark with every flicker it gave as thunder rumbled across the skies and echoed in the night. Gradually the wind began to pick up, it whipped past them and brought with it torrents of rainfall from the above.

"We better move fast!" Leon shouted.

The anchor rope was stretched out across the back of the deck and disappeared over the edge. Nearly slipping from the wet surface of the deck, Helena went for the crank and gripped it. She tried winding it up but it seemed jammed. Leon tried to assist her but both concluded that the crank was completely unusable at the moment.

It was then that Jake grabbed the cord and pulled on it.

The entire boat threatened to tip over.

"Shit, Jake – what the hell?!" Leon yelled.

"There's something big down below that we're hooked on!" he explained, looking over the side of the deck at the dark waters.

"Oh no… we're doomed!" Helena's hazel orbs were wide, her bottom lip trembled and she looked like a frightened child.

"Hey, Kennedy!" Leon looked to Jake, "I'm gonna go see what the anchor's caught onto – you go inside and keep trying the controls."

"You're gonna what –"

"You heard me!"

Jake took one last glance over his shoulder before leaping from the deck. An instant later, he plunged into the deep dark ocean.

"Does he have a death wish or something?" asked Helena. She couldn't believe he had the guts to dive into the dangerous alien waters. Who knows what could be down there? Crazy ass tyrant…

"We'd better get back inside and check the navigation – we might be able to see him down there."

When they reentered the pilothouse, Sherry was waiting for them. "Oh thank God you're okay!" she breathed a sigh of relief but stopped abruptly, and peered over Helena's shoulder. "W-Where's Jake?!"

"He dived down to pull up the anchor." Leon said, dropping into the chair and quickly scanning over the controls.

Sherry gasped, "He what?!"

"Relax, he's a tyrant – or hybrid, whatever." Helena put her hand on Sherry's shoulder. "He'll survive, they're like cockroaches."

"B-But…"

"He did it because he wanted to Sherry. The anchor is stuck down below and he just might be able to get it loose so he dived down." Leon explained, flicking on some switches she wasn't familiar with. "Hell, he almost tipped the boat just a minute ago, didn't you feel it?"

"I thought we were under attack…" she explained, holding up her now present guitar. "I was about to come out and help… so there was no monster or tyrants out there or anything?"

"Nope, unless you count your boyfriend as a monster – which he kind of is." Helena deadpanned.

"Helena, cut that out. Right now is not the time for you to start your crap." Leon snapped. He returned his attention to the navigations and balled his fists in frustration, "Come on, come on…"

"Can you see him somehow?" Helena asked, coming to his side. "My God, it looks so scary out there. I've sailed my share of seas but I've never seen a storm quite like this one."

"What do you mean?" asked Sherry.

"This storm is odd. It's violent, sure – but it doesn't seem like a natural one. For one, there's no moon outside and the waters look odd…" She pointed out the window at the ocean.

Sherry took note of the sinister scenery and was thoroughly baffled. "It's… it's stopped raining all the sudden."

"Yeah… Just what's going on around here?"

The beautiful blonde clasped at the trinket on her neck and silently prayed for a safe outcome to this. There definitely was something unnatural in play here. She worried for Jake's safe return – she had a feeling that if this was an otherworldly incident, it had a purpose and certainly related to the hybrid.

"Jake is special, Sherry. He isn't like any other of his kind. He has something about him that sets him apart from the others: something… mystical and alien to all of mankind."

Her father had told her that before she left for the Desert Towns. But just what is it about Jake that makes him such a unique entity, I wonder…?

Leon paid the women little mind. His eyes were trained on the many navigation screens before him. Thanks to the sonar, he could detect activity below the ship, most likely from Jake. The chiming 'ping' reflected off a pulse, and sounded out in the room repetitively.

"What's that noise?" Sherry asked, hovering over his shoulder – her watery hues dancing over the different mechanics. "Can you see Jake?"

"I can't 'see' him per se, but I can tell he's below based on the sonar." he pointed towards the screen displaying just that.

"Oh God… I just hope he'll be careful…"

Jake swam deeper into the depths of the ocean.

The water wasn't half as unruly below as it was on the surface. In fact, now that he had submerged, the waters were… blue and clear. He could see everything. Schools of fish danced around him; beautiful, colorful messes of the rainbow swimming together and swirling about – eager for his attention.

He could see the cord to the anchor, it continued down past where his eyes could make out. He followed the anchor's cord, eyes focused on the dark abyss that started to lighten up as he descended further.

The water was decent when he was closer to the surface, but now the water was gradually beginning to cool.

A small fish stopped in front of him and gaped at him with wide eyes. He smirked, swatting gently at the little fish and pushing himself further down towards his target. Silence stretched on around him, and suddenly, he was swimming at a much faster rate. His icy orbs zeroed in on the webs growing between his fingers, and he could feel the same occurrence down to his feet.

The breath he held slowly released.

His hand came up towards his ear – gills. Once again, his anatomy had come in handy.

He was trained for adaptation and conditioned to conform to the many ways of life on earth. The land, the sea, the sky… the only substance he couldn't adapt to was the brilliance of the sun.

But that was by choice.

As he closed in on the obstruction harboring the anchor, he was awestruck by the magical sight before him.

There, at the bottom of the ocean, molded into a seabed of algae and sand – was a magnificent but long-forgotten human creation.

Broken into pieces, some layers of the creation lay scattered amongst the sea floor, others tittering over an edge – threatening to descend into a massive abyss. These were ghostly reminders of a watery end, yet the delicate way the ocean had claimed this structure was a mockery of the devastation it likely brought before finally taking over.

Jake admired the old craftsmanship that was done for this masterpiece. The designs along the surface were fading away with time but had still left their mark.

It was a city.

What gave it away? That would have to be the erect statues of religious likeness and buildings with windows toppled over atop one another, – and the pavements that had drastically chipped and slowly were dissolving.

Jake curiously observed the many fish using the destroyed utopia as a playground; they chased one another and danced about like children. They were happy, free, completely naïve of the mayhem that occurred to bring them their source of leisure time.

If I don't get this anchor free, the boat's gonna end up just like this city… That grave fact snapped him back to reality.

He saw the anchor was hooked on an old building complex and swam over to grip it.

Alas, it was stuck.

"He sure is taking a long time…!" Sherry exclaimed, shakily. She raced over to the door and began looking out frantically for the hybrid.

"Leon, Sherry and I can go outside and try drawing the crank." Helena offered, "If he's not dead and has successfully released the anchor, we can start to wind it up and we'll be outta here if or when he comes back."

"Don't say that! Jake's fine… he's just…" Sherry felt weakened. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt faint at the prospect that Jake was somehow hurt.

Leon groaned, "Helena, stop being so troublesome and go try the crank again. Sherry, feel free to help her. I'll keep trying the automatic – we might be able to move faster this way."

The girls went outside quickly. A deathly silence had taken over… but as quickly as they breathed a sigh of relief, the storm strangely returned…

And it was picking up; the wind itself was now enough to knock them off their feet. Sherry clung to the wall and shimmied her way closer to the crank with Helena leading her. They both took hold of the crank and looked at one another.

"Ready?" Helena asked.

"Ready."

The girls started to pull.

Leon was amazed that the anchor was actually moving. He quietly rejoiced and pulled on the lever on his right side, activating the auto draw of the anchor.

Every moment Jake got the anchor unstuck, it jammed right back inside the window of the submerged complex. He growled, and yanked the anchor downwards to free it once again.

Helena and Sherry cried out as the boat threatened to tip again.

"Sherry! This isn't working!"

"We've gotta keep trying! We'll make it out of this – just don't give up!" Sherry assured. Her footing was quickly being lost due to the slippery floors along the deck. I sure hope that's Jake pulling on the anchor…

From inside the pilothouse, Leon too was growing frustrated.

"Come on – come on!" he grumbled pulling on the auto draw mechanism with much more force.

The anchor got stuck once again.

But this time, Jake had enough.

With wind like swiftness, he balled his fist, drew it back and plunged it forcefully into the complex.

The building crumbled on impact and a powerful pulsing aftereffect commenced – a devastating surge erupted all around him.

It was so immense that it scared away the fish and he could detect more under water creatures groaning in pain and crying.

When Jake's sensitive ears heard a blood-curdling scream echo from above his heart stopped. His eyes widened when he saw the boat ascend far above the sea.

The blast had reached the surface of the ocean.

When the force hit, Leon flew upwards and bounced off the roof of the pilothouse – an instant later, he fell back down, crashing on top of the controls. In the midst of the collision, his hand had ripped out the lever for the auto draw of the anchor.

The level fell from his hand and in his weakened state, he tried to stand but was gradually sinking into unconsciousness. "Oh no…" he murmured before finally passing out on the floor below the navigation controls.

As for Helena and Sherry, they were left more vulnerable.

Helena had managed to grab hold of the crank for dear life. Sherry on the other hand had completely lost her footing and grip – the blast had her suspended high in the air and screaming in terror.

The brunette called for the woman and tried to reach for her but a winding sound caught her attention…

Sherry shut her eyes tight and waited for her body to crash back on top of the boat. With how high she was, she was sure she would land with enough force that her life would be over.

However, a shrill winding alerted her to gather some guts and look down.

So she did.

She shrieked as a pair of arms wrapped around her petite frame, and she was quickly pulled flush into a hardened body. Not an instant later, she and her captor descended downwards to the ocean.

Seeing Sherry be rescued brought Helena a little relief, although it was short lived. In that instant, the anchor ripped out of the water and came to retract on the crank. With it came a mess of underwater debris. Helena barely had time to shield herself before the rubble slammed into her body and sent her crashing through the windows. She landed inside the pilothouse but was too far stunned from the blow to gather herself.

When the boat finally landed on the surface once again, it surprisingly remained intact.

However, with the engine still running, it dashed away, carried by the violent ocean water waves.

Jake and Sherry were thrust in the opposite direction.

By the time Leon and Helena would awaken, Jake and Sherry would be nowhere to be found…

Birds.

She could hear them all around her. They were singing and talking delicately on the horizon. The sea – she could also recognize the sea, she imaged the gentle waves brushing along a shore. She could smell it too…

Water – warm and refreshing, it washed over her feet, ankles and calves. She liked to think she could feel sand sinking between her fingers and brushing along her back.

Her body felt lighter, and she was relaxed.

The sun, she could feel it kissing her milky skin. It wasn't hot. It was simply perfect.

That brilliant sun – oh how she longed to see it.

Maybe if I open my eyes…

Just as she reasoned she would, a dark shadow loomed over her. No longer could she feel the sun, instead she felt new warmth – it was familiar and tantalizing enough to send tingles throughout her body.

This blanket, or shield from the sun hovered above her unmoving frame. She imagined it was an umbrella or maybe it was a cloud passing in front of the sun, letting that warmth have a moment of meekness and be uncharacteristically shy for once.

But what if it's a man? What if I can reach my hand out, and run it all over his body… his hardened chest, his nipples… if I use both of my hands, I can caress his biceps, feather over his shoulders… slowly make my way down from his chest to his ripped abs. My fingers could linger at his belly button… until my hands venture further to his – …

She rocked her head side to side, reveling in her fantasy of pleasuring a man – not just any man either. The man she loves.

A soft sigh escapes her, she can feel a hand on her lower belly. So it is a man…

It's firm and heavy – almost enough to convince her she isn't dreaming.

But she has to be.

She feels too weightless, like she's in a sort of euphoria.

She's either dreaming, or dead.

If it's a dream, I never want to wake. If I'm dead, then heaven sure is glorious indeed.

"Sherry."

She arches her back, and shakily murmurs out his name in return. "Jake…"

"Sherry."

He repeats her name softly, lulling and seducing her with a voice so low, husky and smooth. She moans out his name this time, and imagines he's about to kiss her.

Her heart nearly stops when his nose touches hers.

Breath catching in her throat, Sherry hums and puckers her full lips just enough to feel his feather over her own.

Oh, I'm going to lose it.

"Sherry…"

Take me, Jake… please take me.

"Sherry."

"Oh Jake…"

In one heart stopping moment for the petite temptress, his lips begin to move against hers, and he mutters out the most earth-shattering sentence that is more than enough to wake her up.

"Sherry…"

"Yes Jake?" she purrs.

"Stop having wet dreams about me."

Her watery orbs shot open.

With her stomach twisting into knots, she gazed upon Jake's sly smirking face – his body hovering over hers… she caught sight of her own hands.

They were on his abdomen. And her fingers were below the belt.

Returning her focus to his face, he remained unmoving – however he had raised a brow, and she was well aware as to why. Her face turned bright red when she felt the soft curls along his pelvic region.

She screamed.

Jake erupted into a fit of chuckles at her expense. He rolled off of her and clutched his stomach to cease the pain to his 'tickle glands'. Sherry's bottom lip quivered and she fought the urge to cry from embarrassment and shame.

"S-Stop laughing at me!" she whimpered, sitting up and dropping her head.

He sat up right and sent her an odd look, "Hey, don't cry – it was funny! Damn, I must be pretty damn sexy to you if you're dreaming about me." he purred, licking at her face only for her to push away from him. "Come on now, don't act like that."

"You're treating me like a joke." she said with pouted lips. She was serious yet Jake seemed to see her as a fool or joker for some damn reason. "All you ever do is laugh at me… or tease me. You don't even treat me like a woman anymore." in the midst of her frustration, she tried to stand but quickly fell, crying out in pain.

Jake was at her side immediately. "What's wrong, you hurt?" Sherry clutched her thigh in silent agony. He gently pried away her hands and saw a small bruise on the back of her thigh. "Nothing too bad, but I can see why it might bother you." he started to massage the area around it – her hamstring. "How's that feel, baby girl?"

She ignored him. She was still humiliated for having a wet dream and behaving the way she did – sleep or not. To make matters worse, he treated her like it was a joke. I'll never be sexy in his eyes… I'll always be a little girl to him. Her heart sank.

"Sherry?" he waved a hand in front of her face but she looked away. It wasn't easy to stay angry with him when he was trying to be sensitive to her feelings. "Hey, come on already. I was just teasin' you – you know I don't think you're a joke."

With a heavy heart, she decided to change to subject before she sank any further into a depression. "Where are we?"

Her eyes scanned around the area. They were on a beach; the sand was beneath her, the skies were without a cloud in sight, the sun beamed down pleasantly and the sea was calm. Behind her was an odd type of tree, something she had seen in picture books long ago and had come to know it as a palm tree. It was tall and shady, with long leaves and leaned a little. She seen her guitar was propped up against it.

She looked at their clothes; tattered and ruined, they clung loosely to their skin – evidence they had just reached shore not too long ago. The nightshirt she had worn to bed was missing a sleeve and the buttons at the valley of her breasts had come unfastened, a few were even missing. Jake's cloak was littered with rips, the hood was barely there and he was clearly uncomfortable by the sunlight penetrating the garment. His pants had tears and like herself, he lost his boots somehow.

Shifting a little, she saw a massive forest area, full of palm trees behind them. Varying in height, they grew thickly together although a few had sadly fallen over.

She turned to him, "Is this the New World…?"

Jake sighed, dropped his head and his hood fell further over his face. "No, it isn't… but as for where exactly we are, I haven't a damn clue. The waves carried us here after the accident."

"Accident…!"

Flashbacks overwhelmed her. She once again had to relive the sheer terror that enveloped them all as the boat went into the air and the events before that. She remembered the eerie dark skies and vicious downpour that soaked her from head to toe. Soon, she could freshly make out the memory of the boat speeding off and leaving her behind in Jake's arms as the waves threw them in the dead of night…

"Oh my God… Leon! Helena!" she tried to stand but the ache on her thigh caused her to crumble to her knees beside Jake.

She gasped for air on all fours, and then attempted to find a way to soothe the pain just enough so she could try and search for them. Jake let out a huff and wrapped his arms around her small waist, stopping her in her tracks before she decided to crawl across the sand.

"Stop that." he commanded. "I've already tried to find them but I can't see or detect them anywhere in the area."

"Oh God…!" Sherry started to tremble, "W-What if they need help? What if they're in danger?!"

Jake sighed, "Easy now Siren. You don't wanna make things worse, do ya?" She swatted him away but eventually came to rest on her side. She bit her lip as she stretched out the leg with the bruise and began licking at her hand to rub saliva on the wound, muttering about how much it ached and somewhat burned. "Siren…"

The lowness to his tone caused her to shudder a bit, but she quickly resumed her dismissal of him. "Jake, please just leave me alone." she whined, caressing around the bruise.

"You know I can't do that, I gotta take care of you, whether you like it or not." he reasoned. She squeaked when his hands took hold of her leg and spun her onto her back.

Sherry sat up in time to watch him slowly, meticulously spread her legs. Her cheeks reddened prettily, she studied him as he blew on the sore delicately – one hand holding up the injured leg where her calve met the back of her knee, his other massaging gentle circles on her hip bone. The gentle breeze provided some relief, it seemed to ease the burning but brought on different sensations as well. Her hands came to cup her lady parts and coyly shield her panties from his view – although he had already gotten an eye full.

"Does that help?" he asked, blowing a few more times.

"Y-Yeah..."

"Hmm..." he tried to massage it but she winced. The hybrid hummed, and then returned to simply blowing on the bruise.

"Jake?" she whispered.

He stopped abruptly, and his eyes traveled up her curvy form to meet her face. "Sì, piccolina [Yes, my pretty little one]?"

"Will you ever see me as anything else…?"

"What do you mean?"

She swallowed roughly in her dry throat. "Will you ever see me as a woman? A normal, healthy woman with needs and desires?" Instead of sending me mixed signals all the time...?

Jake tilted his head curiously at her. She sat up, "Jake, do think you will you ever see me as a woman – instead of a job or responsibility?"

At last, the truth of her concerns had come out. It took a lot out of her, but she really needed to know. Sherry dreaded the idea that she would never appeal to him. No matter how much she tried to, she felt he saw her as a little girl. Even after she succeeded in seducing him back on Sheena Island, it's as if that event was forgotten by him, and he had reverted back to being physically distant from her.

When he finally gave her a response, it was not what she hoped. The response she was given was a simple shrug.

It did little to nothing to brighten her mood. Uncertainty was never a good sign... Never.

She sighed woefully and backed away from him until she was no longer in his grasp. Oh well, I'd better deal with other matters instead. "How did we get here?"

"I woke up and we were floating out there…" he pointed to the sea. "Hilariously, we were floating on your guitar thing. It's an oddity that that thing actually stayed with us... or even that we stuck together considering how bad that storm was..."

She nodded, "Well, we'd better get going. We should find some people – see if they can give us an idea of where we are so maybe we can find Leon and Helena."

Jake helped her to stand, "I already have an idea of the people here."

"You do?" she asked, limping toward her guitar and strapping it on. She couldn't help but think how lucky she was that it stayed with her. But something told her it wasn't luck. Something brought them to this place, but she had no clue what and whatever it was, she was certain she would be needing her guitar for what was to come.

"There's a few human villages around here, but I can smell tyrants too."

"We're… do you think we're somewhere like Raccoon or Sheena?"

"I doubt it. I don't see any signs of war or advanced society. I don't smell a wink of electricity or gasoline. But I do smell a mesh of humans and tyrants, as if they live together."

"Live together?"

"Siren," he started slowly, staring out at the field of palm trees ahead. "What kind of tyrants live among people… but have no issues with them?"

The radiant blonde had to think for only a minute. She smiled before finally answering him, "Primitives."

"Exactly."

A/N: Sorry for the wait! Had a lot going these past few weeks but I promise updates from this point on won't take so long. I PROMISE.

I hope everyone had a great Christmas btw. :D

I want to thank you all for the lovely reviews you leave by and I know I don't deserve them considering how long I take to update… D: But it means a lot to me that you take the time out to leave them.

Sorry this chapter's so short. I tried to make it longer but it would've been too long and taken too much time to post. But the good news is the next chapter is already half done as a result XD

Next chapter will be interesting indeed. There's some real Jake and Sherry love next time around and there's also going to be an appearance of Claire, Steve, Leon, Helena, etc. There's so much coming up next chapter; action, romance and some dark sexy content.

I hope everyone's ready for it. :)

See ya soon!

-Vio