A/N: Hey diddle diddle, as Robbie would say. Sorry that it's been another month since an update, but I'm officially done with my freshman year of college, whoo!

This next chapter is going to resemble "Lost" quite a bit, so don't hate me for taking it… This is fanfiction, remember? :P


"Anything?" the pilot asks, irritated.

The copilot shakes his head. "Nothing, sir."

The older man exhales in frustration and worrisome. "I say we go back. There's no point in going the same direction when we don't know what's ahead."

"Are you sure, sir? I can keep trying," the young man asks nervously, desperately wanting to get in contact with someone on the ground.

"No, no, if there's no answer, then we must've lost signal. I'll get us turned around and hopefully we'll be back by morning."

After a while of heading in the opposite direction, the pilot feels a shaking occur. Assuming that it's a wave of turbulence, he switches on the fasten seat belt sign for the passengers. As one of the flight attendants reminds the passengers of their belts, he feels his control slipping. The turbulence rocks the plane harder, causing him to lose altitude very quickly.

He releases the masks for his crew and the passengers, knowing the copilot is with them as well. As much as he tries, the force of the turbulence and dropping altitude is too much force for him to fight against. The pilot tightens his seatbelt and prepares for the worst. As his head pounds with pressure, he hears several screams from behind the cockpit door before passing out completely.

He doesn't even feel the front of the plane break off and crash into the trees.


As the three teenagers march through the jungle, Tori finds herself leading the way, pushing tree branches and other plants from their path. Andre and Beck follow closely behind, having light-hearted conversations about life back at home; many of which consist of what food they are missing the most.

Andre slaps Beck's bicep. "Burritos," he says, drawing out the word for emphasis.

"No, dude," Beck replies, shaking his head. "Pizza. Pizza is what I'm craving!"

The other boy groans in faux frustration, and the two laugh loudly. Tori turns her head over her shoulder and stops in her tracks. "You do know we're out here for a reason, right?"

Andre and Beck stop short so they don't run into her. Beck stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks up toward the trees; Andre raises his hands in defeat and instructs, "Lead the way, Captain."

Tori smiles shyly as she gets them back on task. She pulls her long, brown hair from her neck, wiping the sweat off with her other hand. "Man, it's getting humid."

Beck looks at the sky again and predicts, "Looks like rain is coming in; we should move faster."

And they do; they pick up their pace immediately, not wanting to get caught in the middle of a mysterious jungle during a storm. After another half hour of wandering in the direction Cat had pointed them in, the three discover the front of the plane.

It's huge, and mostly burnt, but they don't hesitate to climb in from the broken end and scale their way up to the cockpit. The nose is stuck in some trees, causing the plane to be at a slant, so the teenagers grab anything to pull themselves up. Tori wrinkles her nose at the smell, noticing a few flight attendants and first class passengers lying lifeless across the seats.

Beck grasps onto a nearby wall for support and kicks the cockpit door open. He helps Tori and Andre the rest of the way and the three squeeze into the tight space. The pilot is still strapped in his seat, blood running down the side of his face and his eyes closed. The teenagers exchange glances of despair, knowing they'll have to find the radio on their own. Just as they're about to start their search, the man stirs slightly and gargles. Beck forces water into his mouth and the pilot comes back to consciousness.

"Wh-where am I?" he asks hoarsely, slowing opening his eyes to find two boys and a girl staring at him eagerly.

Tori answers, "You're still in the cockpit. The plane crashed, remember?"

The pilot weakly nods his head in response. "How long has it been?"

"Sixteen hours," Andre says immediately, admitting that he has indeed been counting.

"How many survivors?"

"Only six." Beck runs a hand through his hair when the pilot sighs in defeat.

The man swallows thickly before looking at the three teens sadly. But before he can begin his explanation, the plane shifts and drops a few feet, causing Beck and Tori to grab onto the seats in front of them. Unfortunately, Andre falls to the floor face first.

Beck looks to Tori and asks, "You okay?" to which she nods.

Andre picks himself up ungracefully and mutters, "I'm okay. Andre's okay, by the way."

Much to his disappointment, he's ignored because the other two are already waiting to listen to the pilot.

The man slurs through his story. "We were off course and the radio communication was lost, so we decided to turn back. The turbulence got really bad and that's what caused the crash, I think; maybe it had something to do with the mechanical difficulties that caused the delay, I don't know. But we're thousands of miles off course, kids… No one is going to know where to look for us."

"It's worth a shot," Tori says with determination. "Where's the transceiver?"

The pilot points them in the direction of the radio, allowing Andre to scramble over all the other equipment. Meanwhile, Beck unbuckles the pilot and advises that they get back the beach.

As they all begin to move, they freeze once more when the same howling noise they heard the day before appears. It sounds close, causing Tori to shake as she whispers, "What is that thing?"

Andre brings a finger to his lips to quiet her and Beck shakes his head as if to say "I don't know." Unbeknownst to them, the pilot has shifted in his seat to look out one of the shattered windows, and when they spot him, it's too late.

His body is quickly snatched from the cockpit by the unseen creature, and he screams at the top of his lungs. Just as Tori is about to let out a piercing shriek, Beck throws his hand over her mouth. The force of its grab causes the plane to fall to the ground several more feet, but the teenagers still try to remain quiet as possible. With the plane completely on the ground, they take advantage and run as fast as they possibly can. It begins to rain harshly, and they hear the howling directly behind them as they sprint in, hopefully, the direction of the beach.

When Beck and Tori finally deem it safe to stop, their eyes widen in fear. "Where's Andre?" they ask simultaneously. And Beck, without warning, heads back toward the area of the plane, causing Tori to scream out his name. The rain continues to pour down on her and she can barely see.

After several minutes of being alone, Tori begins to fear the worst, so she stalks around the jungle aimlessly, looking for the others. "Beck!" she calls frantically. "Andre!"

She jumps and backs into a tree when there's a rustle in the bushes beside her. Luckily, Andre appears, transceiver still in hand.

"Where's Beck?" Tori yells over the rain, pushing her soaking wet hair from her eyes.

Andre shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know."

Suddenly, the rain eases much to their relief and Tori looks down to the muddy ground. She spots something shining in a puddle and bends down to retrieve it. She and Andre inspect it carefully and conclude it's the pilot's pin. As Tori moves it back and forth, she notices something in its reflection. The two turn their heads and look upwards, becoming disgusted.

In a tree is a mutilated body; blood, guts, and body parts thrown across the limbs. "Beck," Tori whispers. She and Andre exchange a look, and Tori is nearly in tears at the thought. She throws herself in the fellow survivor's arms, and he pats her head lovingly.

"What're you looking at?" a familiar voice asks from behind them. When he reaches their sides, he examines the tree and cringes.

"Beck!" Tori and Andre exclaim, throwing their arms around the other teen.

Beck smiles at how happy they are to seem him, saying, "As much fun as all of this has been, can we go back to the beach now?"

"Yeah," Andre says, but stares at the pilot's disfigured body again. "But what could've done something like that?" He trails off.

Tori finishes, "And how are we going to explain it to the others?"


A/N: I know several of you wanted Bade in this chapter, but I promise that it will be in the next! I planned on this one being by itself anyway.

But still, please review! Let me know what kind of ~rational stuff you want to happen and I'll see if I can make it work!

I love feedback; keep it coming, kiddies!

Thanks!

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