Kay, so I'm not gonna bore you with a long author's note. Just a few things I need to say:
1. I'm really sorry for the late update.
2. The winners of the imaginary day with Roger are...Azmaria Harmony and Haeli Elizabeth! Yay! I'm just gonna fill in the answers for the questions
- Bella was Snow White, Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and Little Red Riding Hood
- Jack was the creepy hunter from Snow White that tried to kill her
- The scene where Bella and weirdo boy were attacked by wolves was Beauty and the Beast
- The red cloak was Little Red Riding Hood or Beauty and the Beast
Okay, now that that's over with, there's a few more things I need to say actually. So um, Bella also symbolizes Aurora from Sleeping Beauty, which I forgot to include in the question about which characters she symbolizes. Also, to Azmaria Harmony HOW DID I NOT THINK OF SAM WINCHESTER? I love that show! I mean, Dean's a lot cooler than Sam, but I still should've thought of that. So thank you for pointing that out. Now enjoy the chapter peoples!

"You're joking right?" Jack asked Bella, hardly keeping a straight face. She shook her head and he broke into laughter, as did all the hunters. Even Roger smirked with smug amusement and chuckled a bit. Bella glowered.

"What exactly is so funny about that?" She asked. Jack recovered from his laugh attack long enough to answer.

"Nothing Bells, it's just...you're a girl." He said as if that was the answer to all life's questions. She quirked an eyebrow.

"No way. Well that explains a lot!" She exclaimed sarcastically. Jack rolled his eyes.

"You know what I mean Bells. You're awesome, and a good runner, and I'm sure you could keep up and everything, it's just, hunting's dangerous. It's a man's game." He said, smiling as if to say 'don't blame me for what Mother Nature decided.'

"I hunted with my dad and my brother plenty of times back home!" She protested, deciding to ignore the complete sexism of his last few sentences. Roger rolled his eyes.

"That's cute Bells. Did daddy shoot Bambi for you, or did Dillon?" He asked with laughing eyes. She glared some more at him.

"We didn't hunt Bambi. We hunted other stuff, but Dillon didn't like killing the deer." She said, stressing her brother's name to show that boys could be just as wimpy as girls.

"That's different Bells. You had your dad and brother there looking after you, and you had guns and cell phones and a lot of other things to make sure you were safe the whole time. If you get hurt here, there's pretty much nothing we can do for you. Hunting's just too dangerous for a girl to take part in." Jack replied. Bella's glare intensified.

"I won't get hurt."

"Please. You'll fall and trip at the first root we pass." Roger said.

"Hate to break it to you, but Roger's right. You will hurt yourself out there and we don't want that to happen." Jack said, trying to make it seem like he was only looking out for her best interests.

"You guys could get hurt too! You've got nine and ten year olds going out there with you and you're never worried about them! What makes me different?" Bella asked, the look on her face like an angry sister who's just found out her baby brother's been drinking.

"They got balls." Roger replied bluntly. She rolled her eyes.

"Yes, thank you for the lesson in anatomy Roger, I really needed to brush up on that. Now would you care to explain why they can hunt and I can't?" She asked sarcastically.

"Because they've got balls and you don't." He answered simply.

"Kid don't lie," Jack agreed. Bella growled slightly. "Why don't you go fishing with Ralph, Piggy, and Simon? That's probably more your speed." Oh that tears it, Bella thought angrily. Taking a step closer to Jack, she swung out her leg and politely delivered a swift kick to the nuts, then did the same to Roger. They both crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Bet you're not so smug about being blessed with nuts now huh?" She said smugly. Roger looked up with a glare.

"Nope, still pretty happy with 'em." Bella growled again, then stomped off, muttering angrily, "sexist pigs!"

Well, suffice to say, Bella did not join Piggy, Ralph, and Simon to go fishing. She just stomped around, feeling guilty that she'd kicked the boys and angry that they'd made her do something that made her feel so guilty. It was infuriating! She sighed and pulled a silver blade out of her pocket. Looking at the smooth silver metal and tracing the pattern on the black handle. She wasn't quite sure which boy she'd taken it from, but she was fairly sure it must have been Jack. After all, there was no way they could both sneak weapons past airport security, right? Either way, she had to admit, it was a very nice hunting knife. In fact, she'd never seen anything like it before. As she continued deeper into the dark greenish light of the jungle, she stopped and took the time to examine the knife a little closer. The blade itself was in pristine condition, sharp at the edges and incredibly reflective, but that wasn't what drew Bella's attention. It was the handle that drew the eye, with it's elaborate design. Curling around with intreicate litte details and twists was a silver painted snake, wrapping completely around the handle until it ended at the base with it's cold, ruby red eyes. Whether the coloring was from paint or blood, Bella couldn't tell. The handle also gleamed slightly still from the warmth of its owner's palms, the sweat hanging on from the many days of hunting and nights spent sharpening it and keeping it in perfect condition. Bella wiped the handle on her shirt to make it less slick and then slipped it into her pocket. She decided to keep it with her for a while in case she ever had need of it.

She kept walking deeper into the woods, not really caring where she was going. If anything happened like last time, she'd find her own way back, without any help from that little douch Roger. She could do that just fine. She would've found her own way back before if it hadn't started raining. At least, she was pretty sure she would've. When she finally reached the furthest point in the forest she'd made it to without getting lost, she had the most marvelous idea. As she went along, she pulled out the knife and made a mark in the trunk of each tree so she'd know where to go when she finally decided to go back. Bella smiled at her cleverness, then thought of something else. Maybe she wouldn't mind not being allowed to hunt so much if she could prove to herself that she was just as capable of it as they were. So, she adjusted her grip on the knife and sank down to the base of the nearest tree and waited in silence. Eventually her waiting was rewarded and a little dragonfly came along. She smiled to herself again, held the knife like she would a dart, then flung it at the bug. The blade pinned the dragonfly to a tree without harming the bug itself. She'd been careful to get it by the wings to avoid actually killing it. She grinned excitedly, then, careful not to get bitten, took the knife out of the dragonfly's wings and walked away, satisfied with her aiming abilities.

As she continued along, she realized how incredibly boring roaming around like this on her own was. There was no one to talk to, and she'd basically run out of things to day dream about; besides, she wasn't really up to day dreaming when she remembered how that turned out for her the last time. She came to the decision that she would head back to camp and talk to Simon for a while. She was just about to begin the long trip back when she saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eyes. Going completely still, she looked in the direction of where she saw the flash. There she saw the entire group of hunters, maybe twenty or thirty feet away, slipping without a sound among the trees. She ducked behind a tree, not wanting to be seen and get lectured again about how dangerous it was for her to be out in the forest by herself. She was stunned as she watched them. Every single movement they made was perfect, precise. They were worlds apart from the clumsy boys she'd grown to know them as back at home. They were so in tuned to their surroundings, they moved with such purpose and a strange prowess, it reminded her of the kind of thing you'd see before something bad happened in a thriller movie. It was so strange, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from them. It was incredible. Then Jack gave some sort of signal and all hell broke loose. Boys she hadn't even seen at first sprang from the darkness screaming and yelling. The creepy peacefulness was gone but the grace was still there as they launched themselves forward, throwing their spears out in front of them. There was a high squeal and then the boys laughed. Apparently, they'd hit their target. Even from where she was, Bella could see Roger was smirking about something.

"Right up his ass!" He laughed. The other boys laughed harder. Bella just rolled her eyes. What a bunch of idiots.

"Hey Rog, can I use your knife? I left mine back at camp." Roger nodded and reached into his pocket. Bella hardly stifled a laugh at the look of bewilderment on his face as he checkes all his pockets and found nothing.

"What? Where-" He slowly turned from confusion from anger. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FUCKING KNIFE?" Bella laughed and took the knife out of her own pocket. Getting one last good look at it, she decided it was time to return it to its owner. So she held it like a dart once again, and threw it hard in their direction. It stuck perfectly in the center of the pig's stomach and Bella smiled. The boys went silent and looked around them for where the knife could've come from. A few of the younger ones freaked out.

"IT'S THE BEAST!" The little boys screamed, scattering about the forest. Bella giggled, then headed back to camp, leaving the boys to their fear, confusion, and suspicions.

"Bella!" She heard a familiar voice yelling behind her as she sat in the shade by a pond. She didn't need to turn to know that she was in the presence of a very pissed off Roger. "What are you doing out here?" He asked, trying to calm himself a little bit. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere by yelling at her, and they both needed to get back to camp.

"Texting the president, what's it look like?" She asked sarcastically. Roger rolled his eyes.

"Well tell him to piss off." He replied. She finally looked up at him.

"What's got your boxers in a bunch?"

"We need to get back to camp." He said. "Jack and Ralph think there's a storm coming and they don't want anyone to be out on their own during it, so they sent me to come find you." Bella sighed and stood up. The two of them walked back to camp. True to the leaders' prediction, the storm began seconds after they arrived. Not having time to join the other biguns before it started raining, Bella and Roger ducked into the littluns shelter and Bella took a head count. She noticed one little boy was missing.

"Hang on a second, where's Jason?" She asked the boys. They all shrugged.

"We saw him a little bit ago by the woods." Percival replied. Johnny looked up sheepishly.

"I dared him to go look for the beastie up at the big castle place." Bella looked out of the shelter to where the rain had really begun to come down with concern. Then, coming to a decision, she sprinted out towards to jungle to get Jason.

"Bella!" Roger yelled in frustration. He took another look at the litlluns. "Move an inch and I'll feed you to the beastie, got it?" The boys nodded vigorously and Roger took off after Bella. He caught up to her about halfway to Castle Rock, grabbed her shoulder, and tugged her back. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded. She glared at him.

"Finding a littlun, now let me go!" They continued to argue back and forth, Roger saying how dangerous it was and Bella insisting that she needed to find Jason. Meanwhile, Jason had just recently turned up at the camp soaking wet and afraid, but just fine. Sadly, neither of them knew that. Eventually, Roger gave in.

"Fine, we can find your precious littlun, but if we haven't found him in ten minutes, we're staying in one of the caves until the rain stops." He said, with a tone of finallity that told Bella to take what she could get before he could change his mind. They searched every inch of Castle Rock for those ten minutes he'd designated and, obviously, found nothing. Sighing in defeat, Bella allowed Roger to pull her into one of the caves, where they spent a good part of an hour trying to wait out the storm. Of course, this grew old very quickly.

"That's it, I'm going out to look for him again!" Bella announced, beginning to venture out into the rain. Before she could though, Roger tried to stop her.

"Are you crazy?" He grabbed her arm and tugged her back into the cave. When he released her, Bella lost her footing on a jagged area of the cave floor and stumbled back into him. They both crashed to the ground, Bella landing on her butt in a very bad place: right between Roger's legs. "Oh my fucking GOD!" He cried in pain. Bella leapt to her feet and Roger rolled back and forth, his hands guarding his injured area and groaing in pain.

"Roger, I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to!" She said, looking with concern at the pitiful sight before her. He just let out a pained moan in response, which made Bella feel even worse. She squatted down by his side. 'Roger I'm really sorry. Are you okay?" He stopped groaning and looked up at her with the most demonic expression she'd seen in her now seventeen years of existence. He grabbed the collar of her tank top and pulled her closer to him.

"I'm going to freaking kill you Bella Martinez," he said in an eerily calm voice. Then he smiled evilly. "Run." She wasted no time in taking off into the run, Roger quickly following in hot pursuit. She wasn't really afraid of him though, because she could hear him laughing behind her, and there was no cruelty in the sound. She quickly joined in the laughter. Roger chased her for along time until they'd put Castle Rock far behind them. They eventually reached a beach, on the opposite side of the island from the group's camp. She shrieked slightly when she look behind her and saw he was quickly gaining ground. She tried to pick up the pace, and it worked for a while, but she wasn't built for long distance- in fact, when they both did track, she was always put in the 100s and 200s while Roger was doing everything from 800s to 1600s, to the very rare 3200, which was only run once a year, and was always left to him by the rest of the team. He was good for long distance, Bella, not so much. He lunged forward and the two of them fell to the sand, laughing breathlessly.

"You seriously suck Roger." She laughed. He just grinned and stood up. Bella was surprised when instead of walking away without her, he offered her his hand and helped her up. Bella and Roger walked back to camp in silence as usual, but if you looked closely, you could tell things were different from the usual. Their silence was, for once in their lives, friendly.

Awww so sweet. Do you like the little friendship they're developing? I definitely like it. Guess what. The next chapter is going to be the most important chapter in this story's history. Dun dun dun! So if you want to read about his importantness, review people!