Man it has been long! I'm so sorry for the wait of this update but College essays have gotten in the way (And I thought I liked to write lol) But I have the whole story planed out on a piece of paper I have hid away from everyone so the story has an ending that can go two different ways. But First I want to thank the always-wonderful Stayhooper and Seth Child Star along with Osage who all have blessed me great reviews and made me want to update sooner! Thanks again and here is part 2 of Journal of a…
"These are not cuts…they are bits." Ana told Michael as they looked over the dead body of the man they were too late to save. "Bits?" Michael asked unsure. "That's what it looks like to me…see the way the cuts are made? It's teeth marks." Ana told him pointing out the shape of the marks made along the mans pale body. "Could it be an animal then?" Michael asked. Ana recovered the body with a blanket, but took his wallet out before she did. "What else could it be?"
She opened the tiny black wallet and looked for an id. She found the man's license and read the name that appeared in her head: Steve Markus. "His name was Steve," She said. "And by the looks of it he was well off" she handed the wallet to Michael. Inside was every major credit card you could think of and a wad of cash that would make the riches man blush. What was he Donald Trump? Inside Ana thought… not even that money could have saved him from whatever killed him.
Under a dark orange sky the survivors stood around the dead man in silence. Hours before Ana and Michael broke the news to the others that the man didn't make it. They waited until it was dark to start a fire and have a small funereal type of gathering for him. Everyone looked numb. While they were upset Steve died they were in their own state of grieving for their own life that it made it hard to worry about the unknown dead man. But they all gatherd and said some words of hope for the man's spirit. Ana noticed that even C.J. wasn't his usual rude self and seemed taken back by the event. He also could have been deep in thought by the way he rubbed his head and made low huffs under his breath.
"Here's to a better morning." Norma said retiring for the night along with most of everyone else. Including Luis who came up behind Ana and asked if she was coming to bed. "I'll follow you in a few okay hun?" she told him. "Okay" he told her and took the shadowy path to their retreat.
Now only she and Michael stood over Steve. "I've got something to show you" he told her trying to be quiet. "Tell me you found another waterfall?" she joked. "No this is different" he pulled out a brown leather book and gave it to her. "Okay and what is this?" Ana asked flipping to the first page. "When I was looking for your suitcase today I found that in the ground" Her eyes flashed with hope. "Wait, does that mean others have been on this island?"
"No take a look at the date…its new alright… its who's it belonged to who scares me." Michael whispered to her. Ana turned the pages and saw stray red lines and circles marking most of the center pages and then an entree afterwards that was written in horrible font. "I cant even read what it says this person has horrible hand writing" Ana said out loud. "Turn to the next page"
When she did another page was marked but this time in beautiful clear penmanship. "Wow someone else most have written this." Michael shook his head in disagreement. "I don't think that's the case…I think it's the same person." Now she saw that he was worried. "Okay so you are telling me that this is from a someone who could be in are camp? And if so they are a bit off in the head?" He didn't speak, but took the book from her hands and lifted his shirt up to slide it between his jeans and his skin. "I'm telling you to watch yourself…" he touched her hand with his and she held onto his soft skin with her own hand. "Just be careful okay?" Michael told her before leaving her alone. "Wait!" she deiced to call after him. "Yeah Ana?" he asked. She wanted to tell him that she liked the touch of his hand, that she was having thoughts of him ever since that day in the waterfall but she couldn't. "Michael that journal entrée…is it by man or a woman?"
"Well Hello there, its a beautiful night tonight."
A shadowy figure emerged from the trees. Michael instinctively jumped in front of Ana "What's that?" Michael asked the man. "It's even more beautiful that I found I have neighbors on this little island!" About 5'11 the man was skinny and graying. He held a long stick almost like a spear and had what one would call a "mullet" haircut. Michael leaned his head towards Ana and smiled "I think we found our madman"