Chapter 2- Water's Way



The sound of water was coming near and the denseness of the forest clearing up. She pushed a bush out of her way and fell forward into a clearing. There was a small waterfall with a pool of water several yards long. It was a bit silent, even for a waterfall. In the center of the water was a large flat dry rock. The sun came through strong here with no trees blocking it's path. It made the whole area very bright and holy looking. She moved towards the water stumbling a bit. The banks were very muddy and her whole foot sunk in. She almost gasped with shock but fell forward splashing into the water. Her elbows hit hard rock first. The water was not very deep at this edge. She cursed under her breath then pulled herself forward into the water and to where it was deeper. The surface water was very warm from the sun. She rolled over her back and floated happily. Her clothing started to un-harden and she peeled it off letting it sink to the bottom. The water cleansed her wounds and she eventually retreived her clothing from the bottom by diving down. She used the cleanest bit she could find to try and cleanse her wounds. She scrubbed all the clothing on a bumpy rock getting all the dirt off, then she moved it all onto a flat rock in the middle of the pond moving onto it herself. She curled up and slowly drifted off into sleep.



Brad fought through the bushes dragging a very heavy James behind him. The water was close. He moved a few giant leaves aside and emerged into the clearing with the pond. He gasped as he saw the girl laying nude on the rock, dropping his hold of James' hair. Her chest rose and fell slowly. She was turned towards them, her black hair falling over her face hiding her small brown eyes. His lips started twitching and he tried to stop himself from insanic laughter. He grabbed James' hair and dragged him towards the waters edge. He shoved him in so James was facing down. He wouldn't be able to live too long without air. He wondered if he should go out to get the girl but thought,

'I know, I'll get the tribe and it will be a victory for all of us! Of course she'll be my whore since James is gone but they'll understand that. Oh goody!'

He clapped his hands together silently, smiling, glee written all over his face. He took once last look at James before prancing off into the jungle still smiling.



Her eyes flew open and she starred into the bush Brad had just disappeared into. She could have sworn it moved. There was a small gurgling sound from the water. She crawled up to the top of the rock and starred into the water her eyes slowly looking around. A foot made its way into her line of vision. She starred at the foot then moved her eyes slowly up it seeing what it was attached to. Her eyes fell on a very firm, very nude bum. After starring in awe at the perfect bum for a bit she inspected the rest of the body. Her eyes finally lay on the back of a blond head. Something flashed in her head as she realized this was James. She shrieked and was going to run away when some gurgling stopped her. She glanced at him and decided she needed to inspect him up close, so she eased herself into the water and slowly swam up to him. As she got close she could see the bubbles coming up around his head. They came rapidly then slowed down until there were only a few left.

"Oh my god! He's drowning!" She said aloud. She moved right up next to him and flipped him over onto his back. His face was too blue to be natural. She let out a silent meep then starting pushing him towards the edge of the pond. She got him onto the muddy banks. The mud was still deep they both sunk a couple inches in. She pushed with all her mighty and after a long messy struggle the made it onto some grass. Both were completely covered in brown smelly mud. She remembered something about CPR (AN: they lost their memories remember?) And she proceeded to clime on top of him. She put her hands on his chest and pumped down a few times flowed by moving her lips to his, opening his, and breathing in. She repeated this over and over but nothing happened. She got off him in defeat and leaned against a rock. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Even though he had caused her much pain in the past it was unfair for him to die this way.



*Flashback for Draco (James)*

It was a very dark night. Darker than night should be. Blood hung heavily in the air. A force of white cloaked magical people were facing a horde of oncoming beasts with their wands. Flashes of light flew between the beasts and people. A black haired boy, Harry Potter, stood in the middle leading on the wizards. His pet raven, Sonder, was flying around looking for its target, the dark lord, Voldemort. Other creatures among the white cloaks were unicorns, centaurs, griffins, hyppogriffs, and 10 phoenix. This group of good was called The Order of the Phoenix, the last force against Voldemort. The evil beasts died off until there were none left. It was silent for a few seconds and the wizards breathed uneasily expecting more. A heavy mist surounded the huge grassy field somewhere in England. Finally in the distance dark shapes could be seen moving. A man next to Draco whispered, "Death Eaters." The death eaters came quickly now that they were in site. They held out there wands and killed as many of the good creatures as they could. With a call from Harry the creatures moved back away from the death eaters. One of the eaters spoke, "The dark lord shall come soon. He will join our battle. But we cannot begin until he does."

Harry nodded slowly and everyone lowered there wands. They stood and waited. Waited... waited... waited...

*End flashback*



James coughed water pouring out of his mouth.

"James, James!" Sandra jumped back on top of him smiling, "You're alive!"

He coughed more and weakly mumbled something which she couldn't understand.

"What?"

A bit more coughing and he managed, "Get off."

"Oh!" She lept off of him. He weakly nodded his thanks and collapsed again.

"You must be hungry. I'll get some fruit!" She pranced into the bushes leaving him all alone. He wasn't really alone for a certain raven sat in the trees overhead, watching him amusidly.



Brad was sprinting through the jungle back to the tribe. More like skipping actually. He was so happy about getting the girl and disposing of James. He slowed almost to a stop as a thought struck him.

'The girl was still with James. If she awoke and saved him... oh but she wouldn't do that. James killed her lover John (Cedric, yes I know he was already dead but this way he's dead anyhow) and friend Julia (Ginny) Why would she save him after such crimes?'

He started skipping again but with less bounce in his step. The thought of her saving James lingered in the back of his head.



"We never get to do anything." Sam said in a pouty voice. Eric was standing on one foot balancing his spear on his pinky. They were on top of the rock where the tribes spot was.

"James said we'd go hunting after they catch the girl." Eric mumbled his attention on keeping the spear balanced.

"But we'll just go pig hunting, like always." Sam said 'like always' while rolling his eyes in boredom, "I want to do something new."

He sat down on a rock and started tossing a small pebble monotonously between his hands.

"We could wrestle." Eric suggested.

"You always win."

"And that's bad because?" Eric said with a smile still not taking his eyes off of the balanced spear.

Same threw the pebble at him, "Oh shut up Eric."

He dropped the spear in a silly attempt to avoid the tiny pebble, "Ah!"

"Haha." Sam smiled laughing at him. Eric started laughing too. They just sat up there laughing and laughing for no reason what so ever. Eric attacked Sam and wrestled with him.



"Fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit, fruit..." Sandra mumbled to herself edging through the bushes, "Berries!" She shouted out as she spotted a small bush littered with small red berries. She took a small bite out of one. It was very sweet. She tore a giant leaf off of a plant and scooped as many berries as she could onto it. She stood and starting sprinting back to the pond.



James lay helplessly in pain. He was getting hot then cold. Sweat dripping down his brow and his whole body convulsed at random instances. The pain was getting worse and he wished she had just let him die. From the snake bite hole a strange green liquid was oozing out. He supposed if he drew enough energy he could crawl into the water again. He wished he wasn't covered in mud. It was all her fault anyhow.

'Bloody bitch.' He thought to himself. The mud seeped into his open wounds and made everything worse. He hoped he wouldn't have to do something like cut off a leg. He liked his legs.



Sam spotted it first from their guard post. Eric was again balancing his spear. Sam just sat on a rock.

"Hey Eric," He said a bit of worry in his voice.

Eric stopped balancing his spear and looked at his twin, "Wut?"

"Something's coming out of the jungle."



AN: Yay another crappy chapter! I don't feel like reading through it so if there are confusing parts sorry but I'm lazy and since no one really cares it doesn't matter!