Here is chapter 6 for those who want it, I have chapter 7 and 8, almost 9 also. This will ONLY be continued with reviews. If anod/or when I do not continue The Outsiders on this website, you may find the more completed version at where I have more of the story posted. Hope you guys like it!

Note: There is no flashback in this chapter...might not be for a bit...

The Outsiders Chapter 6

Boone ran through the jungle not even taking a path. He darted between the trunks, and leaped over a half-rotten, fallen log.

"Whoa," he exclaimed as he ducked just in time to not get clotheslined by a lowhanging tree branch. He was scared; something creepy was going on. He broke free from the path. He had to get to someone, somehow, and as quickly as possible.

He chose to go straight through the woods, instead of along the meandering path, which would just take too long. Branches whipped by him, inches from his face. He put his arm up to keep them from hitting his face.

He lurched forward as the ground suddenly angled downwards. He tumbled down the steep incline, through the short tropical plants that covered the hill. He gasped as he bounced over a rock hidden, hidden by the ground cover, and came to a stop with jolt. He lay there for a moment, trying to get his head to stop spinning.

Boone scrambled to his feet, nearly falling back down from dizziness. He stared at the surrounding jungle, having no idea where he was. He began walking through the jungle, slowly at first, trying to find something even remotely familiar, to let him know where he was.

He came to a stop suddenly. He had heard an odd sound, but it must have just been the breeze. He began walking more slowly this time, straining his ears to hear the sound. Then he heard the sound again, like faint whispers of gibberish. Boone began to walk faster and faster, until he was sprinting as fast as he could. The whispers just got louder, closer, like they were following him. A breeze picked up around him, causing everything to blow in all directions.

All of a sudden, with his pounding steps, the ground gave way below him with a resounding--CRACK! He dropped like a rock into a pit, landing with a thud in a tangle of half-rotten tree limbs that had been covering the hole. Boone stared at the rim of the pit, fifteen feet above him. He had a problem!

"Help," he yelled, "heeelp!" He stared up at the darkening night sky. Nobody would be out in the jungle at this time. He had no choice but to find a way out himself, somehow, or wait for the unlikely chance of somebody finding him.

Michael, Walt, and Alter sat by a fire on the beach; Vincent lay by Alter's side, having a good scratch behind the ears. For some odd reason, all that Vincent had done the entire day was follow Vincent around. Walt had to keep Vincent right by his side to keep the dog from running of to find him, upon which he would bark crazily at Alter. Nothing could explain Vincent's new found fascination with Alter.

"I lived in Sarnia, Ontario, in Canada," Alter explained. "That is until all this happened. I was involved in engineering research, mostly stuff for the government. But the stuff I did would just bore you to death, and its boring enough already on this island, so I won't add to it," he laughed. "I guess you could have called me a computer geek, when I was there." Walt smiled at what Alter had just said. "I don't know how I ever got a boring job behind a desk. I'd always wanted to do stuff out in nature, you know, adventurous stuff. But I made up for that, and learned survival-type techniques when I was stuck behind the computer screen."

"Really!" Walt exclaimed, he was anxious to know more. "Like what?"

"Oh everything," He replied, "Hunting, tracking, orienteering, and surviving in the wilderness with nothing but your own self. You know I once placed third place in an orienteering competition."

"Wow!" Walt hung onto every one of Alter's words. "How?" he asked.

Altered sniggered, "I cheated, well, kind of."

"What happened?" Michael inquired.

"I got lost somehow, and stumbled upon a small town." Alter chuckled. "The gas station attendant gave me directions to the finish line. Not the brightest guy I've ever met."

"Wow! Do you think you could take me out hunting sometime? Please?" Walt begged. "Please dad can I go with him once?"

"I guess so." Michael trusted Alter. He really liked him. Much more so than that Locke guy. "You need to go to bed now, okay. It's getting late." Walt didn't argue. He didn't want to ruin his chances of going with Alter."

It wasn't long before the other survivor went to sleep too. The fires slowly burning down, accept for the main signal fire that would be tended to all night. The warm breeze blew across the breeze. Vincent was curled up next to Walt, only half-asleep.

Vincent picked his head up off his paws, and stared at the surrounding beach that was illuminated faint glow of the dieing fires. He stood up quickly. That light down the beach was there again, glowing orange. He watch for a few seconds as it went from the water and then disappeared into the jungle.

He settled back down next to Walt, sighing as he closed his eys. He was too tired to bark at glowing lights tonight.

Shannon had fallen asleep in Sayid's tent, waiting for him to get back. It was the middle of the night, and Shannon was sound asleep, but felt something warm dripping on her face. "Sayid, fix the leak in the roof. I don't want to get wet." she muttered in her sleep, despite the fact that he wasn't there. A drop fell again, landed on her face with a plop, waking her up.

"Ow!" she winced, as she sat up slowly. The underside of her arm hurt slightly. She fumbled for the flashlight over on her right and turned it on with a click, illuminating the hut's walls around her. She shone the light on the underside of her arm, and noticed a small pink dot on the underside of her arm, near her elbow.

"Probably just bitten by a bug," she muttered to herself. She startled as drop hit the hand that held the flashlight. She angled the flash light up slightly, as another drop came down and splattered red on its lens.

She turned it up at the ceiling, and stared up, her face changing quickly from tiredness to fear. She screamed a shrill high pitched scream and scrambled backwards spraying snad all over the place by he flailing, and dropping the flashlight in the process. Above her, the words, "We have you; you are ours!" were scrawled out across the ceiling, glistening red, in her own blood.

So that is chapter 6! Hope you like it already. This will only be continued with replies, as said earlier. As of now i have 4...I will put the next chapter up once i have 4 more replies... So please review! Thankyou: p