Tori woke alone. She looked around. Blake was nowhere to be seen. She
had been laying in the sand, on her side, her head resting on a rock. She
tried sitting up, only to be reminded of the beating she had taken.
"OK, maybe laying down for a bit longer isn't such a bad idea." She muttered. Her eyes then landed on a blue shirt lying in the sand, drying in the sun. It was Blake's. Shirtless Blake.That thought didn't exactly seem too horrible in Tori's eyes. She slightly shook her head. Mental note: When on a freaky island and in severe pain, not good time to think about shirtless boy.
"How are you feeling?" Came a soft voice. She looked up to see him. Tori forced herself to not get distracted on how his body seemed to look almost perfect, not extremely toned, not fat either..For some reason the word 'comfortable' came to her mind. She looked up into his eyes. Not much help in the whole keeping mind off of things that could be saved for another time, but it was something. Tori was actually quite glad to see the hate out of his eyes. In its place was concern, worry. He kneeled beside her.
"I'm ok." She said. "Just hurting a little, no big." She hoped he wouldn't fret over her or anything. Tori was never the type of girl who enjoyed being cared for head to toe by some guy. She could manage on her own. Except for right now, but she wasn't prepared to let Blake see that.
"I am so sor-" He began.
"Blake. It's ok." Tori said gently. "You don't need to apologize. I kind of realized it wasn't you."
"It wasn't." He said. "When Hunter and I went to Lothor's ship, we went to see him sleeping on his throne, suddenly we were ambushed and then.." He stopped.
"Then what?" Tori asked. Blake sighed and shook his head.
"Next thing I remember was then seeing Dustin at the shop and feeling like I wanted to bash his face in or something." Tori raised an eyebrow.
"Wow." She breathed. "Speaking of the other's, we should proberly try finding them."
"I did." He said. "I kind of searched this island. It's just you and me. I guess everyone got transported to different island."
"Well, you and me are here together. I wonder how Dustin, Shane and Hunter got placed." Tori said. Blake sighed and looked up at the sky.
"I just hope Hunter's out of whatever it was Lothor did to us. And that he hasn't hurt anyone." He looked at Tori, and saw all the damage he had done. Her nose was broken, with her bottom lip was split down the middle, and there was a huge purple bruise on her jaw. Her arm had dried blood around the many wounds, and he didn't even want to think about where else he had hurt her. He looked down shamefully. Tori caught him examining her wounds and pushed herself up to a sitting position, hissing in pain gently. Blake quickly turned back to her. "You should lay back down." He said gently.
"I'm fine." Tori insisted, adding with a smile. "Besides, I'm not one to lay on my back all day." Tori paused. For some reason, that sounded incredibly stupid. Blake didn't seem to notice. He simply looked at her. Tori looked out onto the ocean. "So, what happened? I mean, how did you remember?" She asked.
"I saw my mother." He said, taking a deep breath. Tori tore her eyes away from the ocean and looked at him.
"Oh, wow." She said. Blake nodded.
"She showed me." He paused. He looked at Tori. "She showed me some actual memories, and, everything came into place in my head. I saw that you're my friend, not my enemy." Tori looked away. Deep down she hoped she wasn't just a friend. Tor, now is not the time. She mentally chastised herself.
"Wow, that must've been incredible." Tori said.
"Well, I wasn't exactly able to relish in seeing her again. Seeing as right after I got my memory back, I realized what had just happened. What I had just did." He bit his lip. Tori looked at him. "I can't help thinking that if maybe I was stronger, quicker, or, smarter, this wouldn't have happened. I could've seen it was a trap from the get-go. And we all wouldn't be on these islands, and-and you wouldn't be hurt." He whispered the last part out. Tori reached over and took his hand in hers.
"Don't beat yourself up over what's happened and what could've happened. If you fill your head with all these 'what ifs' you'll drive yourself insane." Blake still refused to look at her.
"Hunter and I should have never trusted that little creep. Or, at least, waited for you guys before anything went down, or something." He continued blaming himself. "I was just so determined to get Lothor for all the things he's done. For killing my parents, for lying to Hunter and me, for making us fight you all. For..." His voice trailed off. He wanted to say 'for making me use you to get to your sensei.' But the words couldn't leave his mouth. Tori squeezed his hand.
"It's ok." She insisted. "All that matters is that whatever Lothor did to you, you managed to get out of it." Blake lifted his eyes and looked into hers.
"I just wish I could've done so sooner. You wouldn't-"
"Blake, if you keep blaming yourself, I'll be forced to hurt you." Tori smirked. Blake looked at her; he slowly took his hand away from hers. Tori felt a little disappointed at the loss of the warmth of his hand. *Stop that.* She ordered herself. *Now is not the time to think about that kind of stuff.*
"OK, maybe laying down for a bit longer isn't such a bad idea." She muttered. Her eyes then landed on a blue shirt lying in the sand, drying in the sun. It was Blake's. Shirtless Blake.That thought didn't exactly seem too horrible in Tori's eyes. She slightly shook her head. Mental note: When on a freaky island and in severe pain, not good time to think about shirtless boy.
"How are you feeling?" Came a soft voice. She looked up to see him. Tori forced herself to not get distracted on how his body seemed to look almost perfect, not extremely toned, not fat either..For some reason the word 'comfortable' came to her mind. She looked up into his eyes. Not much help in the whole keeping mind off of things that could be saved for another time, but it was something. Tori was actually quite glad to see the hate out of his eyes. In its place was concern, worry. He kneeled beside her.
"I'm ok." She said. "Just hurting a little, no big." She hoped he wouldn't fret over her or anything. Tori was never the type of girl who enjoyed being cared for head to toe by some guy. She could manage on her own. Except for right now, but she wasn't prepared to let Blake see that.
"I am so sor-" He began.
"Blake. It's ok." Tori said gently. "You don't need to apologize. I kind of realized it wasn't you."
"It wasn't." He said. "When Hunter and I went to Lothor's ship, we went to see him sleeping on his throne, suddenly we were ambushed and then.." He stopped.
"Then what?" Tori asked. Blake sighed and shook his head.
"Next thing I remember was then seeing Dustin at the shop and feeling like I wanted to bash his face in or something." Tori raised an eyebrow.
"Wow." She breathed. "Speaking of the other's, we should proberly try finding them."
"I did." He said. "I kind of searched this island. It's just you and me. I guess everyone got transported to different island."
"Well, you and me are here together. I wonder how Dustin, Shane and Hunter got placed." Tori said. Blake sighed and looked up at the sky.
"I just hope Hunter's out of whatever it was Lothor did to us. And that he hasn't hurt anyone." He looked at Tori, and saw all the damage he had done. Her nose was broken, with her bottom lip was split down the middle, and there was a huge purple bruise on her jaw. Her arm had dried blood around the many wounds, and he didn't even want to think about where else he had hurt her. He looked down shamefully. Tori caught him examining her wounds and pushed herself up to a sitting position, hissing in pain gently. Blake quickly turned back to her. "You should lay back down." He said gently.
"I'm fine." Tori insisted, adding with a smile. "Besides, I'm not one to lay on my back all day." Tori paused. For some reason, that sounded incredibly stupid. Blake didn't seem to notice. He simply looked at her. Tori looked out onto the ocean. "So, what happened? I mean, how did you remember?" She asked.
"I saw my mother." He said, taking a deep breath. Tori tore her eyes away from the ocean and looked at him.
"Oh, wow." She said. Blake nodded.
"She showed me." He paused. He looked at Tori. "She showed me some actual memories, and, everything came into place in my head. I saw that you're my friend, not my enemy." Tori looked away. Deep down she hoped she wasn't just a friend. Tor, now is not the time. She mentally chastised herself.
"Wow, that must've been incredible." Tori said.
"Well, I wasn't exactly able to relish in seeing her again. Seeing as right after I got my memory back, I realized what had just happened. What I had just did." He bit his lip. Tori looked at him. "I can't help thinking that if maybe I was stronger, quicker, or, smarter, this wouldn't have happened. I could've seen it was a trap from the get-go. And we all wouldn't be on these islands, and-and you wouldn't be hurt." He whispered the last part out. Tori reached over and took his hand in hers.
"Don't beat yourself up over what's happened and what could've happened. If you fill your head with all these 'what ifs' you'll drive yourself insane." Blake still refused to look at her.
"Hunter and I should have never trusted that little creep. Or, at least, waited for you guys before anything went down, or something." He continued blaming himself. "I was just so determined to get Lothor for all the things he's done. For killing my parents, for lying to Hunter and me, for making us fight you all. For..." His voice trailed off. He wanted to say 'for making me use you to get to your sensei.' But the words couldn't leave his mouth. Tori squeezed his hand.
"It's ok." She insisted. "All that matters is that whatever Lothor did to you, you managed to get out of it." Blake lifted his eyes and looked into hers.
"I just wish I could've done so sooner. You wouldn't-"
"Blake, if you keep blaming yourself, I'll be forced to hurt you." Tori smirked. Blake looked at her; he slowly took his hand away from hers. Tori felt a little disappointed at the loss of the warmth of his hand. *Stop that.* She ordered herself. *Now is not the time to think about that kind of stuff.*