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*crosses fingers* Well, anyways, I just had the second worst day of my
life, but I'm still here typing! The time in Wonderful Germany is: 7:08
PM. The song I'm listening to right now is: "Game for Love" by Santana/
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as u might know, laureaelen_the_elf@yahoo.com . On with the fic!
~*~*~*~Intervention Divine~*~*~*~
As the years wore on, no ship came. The tribe became more and more vicious and barbaric. Pessimism reigned over what remained of Ralph's group, and they found themselves fearing for their lives every time they were away from the huts, and even when they were there at times. They took special care and built an even better type of hut, one with thicker walls, so nothing could get through and hit them, after the tribe killed Piggy.
Simon sat on a rather large rock on the beach, staring out at the horizon, not noticing Tessa walking up behind him silently.
"What're you thinking?" she asked quietly. He jumped, startled at her voice, and then turned to face her.
"About how we're ever going to get home." He sounded completely hopeless. Tessa had watched how all humanity on that island had deteriorated, and she had watched them all slip into an inescapable lack of hope. She knew she should have become used to it by now, but she still found herself concerned. None of these boys deserved this, and she wondered why they had to be put through it.
"We'll be rescued someday. . ." she said as he looked blankly at her. She hated that look. It was a look devoid of emotion; all there was in that look was emptiness. It was the look that made her want to cry every time she saw it. She was astonished to find that this time she actually did.
Simon's blank look was immediately replaced with a look of concern. Why was his angel crying? He hopped off of the rock and stood before her, confused.
"Why are you crying Tessa? Don't cry. . . Please." He pleaded. She merely shook her head and hugged him.
"Jack's tribe is-"
"-on the hunt-"
"-looking for us-"
"-they're in the woods-"
"-moving towards this way." Samneric shouted as they ran down the beach towards them.
"Where's Ralph?" Tessa asked, wiping her eyes. Samneric shook their heads. They heard the cries of the tribe coming closer. "We need to hide." Tessa finished, and they ran to their hut, closing the door and blocking it shut with a large rock they'd rolled in.
The tribe beat on the door, and walls, crying out savagely. They threw stones and sticks at the hut, but they only thumped against it and fell off. They then left all together, but the others knew they'd be back soon. Probably with fire. They'd lost too many huts that way.
"I'm going to find Ralph." Tessa said moving the rock and opening the door.
"I'm going too." Simon said, moving towards her.
"Simon, please stay here. They're still out to kill you." Tessa pleaded with him, trying to make him see her point. She loved him with all her heart and didn't want the tribe to succeed in what they had tried to do so long ago. Simon shook his head and bounded out the door, Tessa hurrying out after him.
They ran into the woods, branches slashing at them and the roots on the ground threatening to trip them. They could hear the tribe near by. Tessa worried now for Samneric. She was sure they were afraid, all alone in the hut. That brief moment of lack of concentration was all the roots needed to catch her feet and throw her to the ground. Simon stopped and helped her up quickly and they took off running again.
They only ran for a short while before they were forced to a dead halt, with two spears pointed at them. One of the two hunters, the one Tessa recognized as Roger, grabbed her arm and started dragging her away from Simon. She struggled against him, but to no avail. She saw the other hunter, Maurice, dragging Simon in the opposite direction.
"Simon! I'm sorry I failed you!" she screamed before she was silenced by Roger's hand over her mouth.
Simon struggled and kicked and fought until he broke free of Maurice. He made a dash towards where Roger had been taking Tessa. He ran through the branches and vines, feeling them cut into his arms, legs and face. He made it almost all the way to the beach when he felt something hit him in the head. As he fell to the ground, losing consciousness, he saw a ship, slowing as it approached the island.
Roger drew his knife, and cut deeply into Tessa's left arm, stopping just before her wrist. "You're going to die, slowly." He grinned maliciously at her as she slid to the sand bleeding, unable to reply. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a man walking up the beach in a uniform.
A.N.: Nope, it's not over yet guys! Review and I'll post the rest. Please tell your friends to read the fic too! Heehee. Oh, and by the way, I took a looonnnggg break and watched Scooby Doo, so the time here is now: 11:31 PM lol. Well, anywho. Hope to see some reviews from u wonderful peeps. Tell me what u think of Tessa. Do you like the fic at all?
Luv, Arwen (Lauri)
~*~*~*~Intervention Divine~*~*~*~
As the years wore on, no ship came. The tribe became more and more vicious and barbaric. Pessimism reigned over what remained of Ralph's group, and they found themselves fearing for their lives every time they were away from the huts, and even when they were there at times. They took special care and built an even better type of hut, one with thicker walls, so nothing could get through and hit them, after the tribe killed Piggy.
Simon sat on a rather large rock on the beach, staring out at the horizon, not noticing Tessa walking up behind him silently.
"What're you thinking?" she asked quietly. He jumped, startled at her voice, and then turned to face her.
"About how we're ever going to get home." He sounded completely hopeless. Tessa had watched how all humanity on that island had deteriorated, and she had watched them all slip into an inescapable lack of hope. She knew she should have become used to it by now, but she still found herself concerned. None of these boys deserved this, and she wondered why they had to be put through it.
"We'll be rescued someday. . ." she said as he looked blankly at her. She hated that look. It was a look devoid of emotion; all there was in that look was emptiness. It was the look that made her want to cry every time she saw it. She was astonished to find that this time she actually did.
Simon's blank look was immediately replaced with a look of concern. Why was his angel crying? He hopped off of the rock and stood before her, confused.
"Why are you crying Tessa? Don't cry. . . Please." He pleaded. She merely shook her head and hugged him.
"Jack's tribe is-"
"-on the hunt-"
"-looking for us-"
"-they're in the woods-"
"-moving towards this way." Samneric shouted as they ran down the beach towards them.
"Where's Ralph?" Tessa asked, wiping her eyes. Samneric shook their heads. They heard the cries of the tribe coming closer. "We need to hide." Tessa finished, and they ran to their hut, closing the door and blocking it shut with a large rock they'd rolled in.
The tribe beat on the door, and walls, crying out savagely. They threw stones and sticks at the hut, but they only thumped against it and fell off. They then left all together, but the others knew they'd be back soon. Probably with fire. They'd lost too many huts that way.
"I'm going to find Ralph." Tessa said moving the rock and opening the door.
"I'm going too." Simon said, moving towards her.
"Simon, please stay here. They're still out to kill you." Tessa pleaded with him, trying to make him see her point. She loved him with all her heart and didn't want the tribe to succeed in what they had tried to do so long ago. Simon shook his head and bounded out the door, Tessa hurrying out after him.
They ran into the woods, branches slashing at them and the roots on the ground threatening to trip them. They could hear the tribe near by. Tessa worried now for Samneric. She was sure they were afraid, all alone in the hut. That brief moment of lack of concentration was all the roots needed to catch her feet and throw her to the ground. Simon stopped and helped her up quickly and they took off running again.
They only ran for a short while before they were forced to a dead halt, with two spears pointed at them. One of the two hunters, the one Tessa recognized as Roger, grabbed her arm and started dragging her away from Simon. She struggled against him, but to no avail. She saw the other hunter, Maurice, dragging Simon in the opposite direction.
"Simon! I'm sorry I failed you!" she screamed before she was silenced by Roger's hand over her mouth.
Simon struggled and kicked and fought until he broke free of Maurice. He made a dash towards where Roger had been taking Tessa. He ran through the branches and vines, feeling them cut into his arms, legs and face. He made it almost all the way to the beach when he felt something hit him in the head. As he fell to the ground, losing consciousness, he saw a ship, slowing as it approached the island.
Roger drew his knife, and cut deeply into Tessa's left arm, stopping just before her wrist. "You're going to die, slowly." He grinned maliciously at her as she slid to the sand bleeding, unable to reply. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a man walking up the beach in a uniform.
A.N.: Nope, it's not over yet guys! Review and I'll post the rest. Please tell your friends to read the fic too! Heehee. Oh, and by the way, I took a looonnnggg break and watched Scooby Doo, so the time here is now: 11:31 PM lol. Well, anywho. Hope to see some reviews from u wonderful peeps. Tell me what u think of Tessa. Do you like the fic at all?
Luv, Arwen (Lauri)