…It's been two and half years. I have neglected this story due to major writer's block. But I'm back for another chapter of The Wills of Sociopaths. I hope you guys enjoy it, because it was so fun to write.

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*Krista's POV*

A silent ten minute walk later, Beef Boy, Roger, and I arrive at what looks to be a camp full of both teenage boys and littleluns. Most of the older boys are busy setting up shelters, while the younger ones seem to be frolicking about the island.

"Ralph!" Beef Boy calls out to a very muscular looking blonde boy. The shout catches Ralph's attention, and it is only when he speaks that I realize that this is the same Ralph that was on the airplane with us.

"Where in the world did you find that girl?"

As Ralph slowly approaches, Roger suddenly shoots a look towards Beef Boy, who nods in return. I don't have anytime to ponder what this means, as Roger abruptly decides to drop me on the ground.

"Oof," is the sound I make when my tailbone hits the sandy ground.

Ralph hurries over to where I'm spread eagle on the ground, massaging my neuropathic legs in hope that I may be able to regain my mobility, and kill Roger. Ralph goes to offer his hand to me, only for me to slap it away with a look of disgust.

"I don't need your help or your sympathy, Golden Boy. Besides, my legs are currently unable to move themselves, so you helping me up wouldn't have done much good anyway."

Ralph immediately appears to be offended by my statement. Beef Boy proceeds to make wolf whistles, while Roger calls out loudly, "Damn, well she told you."

Ralph narrows his eyes at Roger and Beef Boy. "Oh, yeah, real mature, Roger. And would you shut the bloody fuck up, Jack?!"

Beef Boy's ears once again change to the same hue as his hair. "It's not Jack, it's Merridew!"

I smirk at Jack's—nah, Merridew's—wait, no, Beef Boy's flushed ears. "What's wrong, Beef Boy? Did Golden Boy Ralphie insult you by using your regular name? Because you like to make yourself feel like a big macho man who goes by his last name? I feel like that's what going on here."

Jack's face and ears are now so flushed that it appears that he could release steam out of his ears at any time. I see his oddly smooth palm reach out to slap me. I bare my teeth, ready to possibly take one of his fingers off. Luckily for him, it never makes impact as Golden Boy Ralph grabs his wrist, and wretches it back.

"Jack! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Ralph says harshly.

Jack rips his hand out of Ralph's grip, and rubs it with his other hand.

"The crazy bitch shanked me in the foot, Ralph," Jack exclaims exasperatedly while untying his wound, and showing Ralph. "She fucked up my toes badly; the least she deserves is a slap to the face. She would've done more damage if her legs weren't numb, and if Roger wasn't there."

I chortle. "You're just lucky Ralphie Boy pulled your hand out of the way. Sticking fingers or other objects near my mouth is not a smart decision, and it usually results in the loss of said fingers or objects."

Beef Boys grinds his teeth in frustration, but says nothing in response. Ralph grimaces at the multiple directions the gash on Jack's foot extends into, now knowing exactly what I am capable of. Despite not bleeding anymore, my handiwork seems to have made a lasting impression on Beef Boy. I got him directly in the middle of the top of his foot, and I primarily slashed downwards, cutting up his toes and the grooves between them. I had used the pocket knife like a joy stick in his foot.

I laugh at the analogy inside my head before drifting into thoughts about my knife. Which I don't have…

"All right, which of you little bitches still has my knife", I demand, shifting my eyes into a glare at Jack and Roger.

Roger snorts at my boldness, and pulls my really bloody pocket knife from one of his cargo short pockets. "You really think we'd let you have your knife after what you did to Merridew? None of us are that stupid, not even the littleluns", Roger muses for a second, "No, your knife will be my property as of further notice. A perfect little tool in this type of situation. Too bad you fucked up and got it confiscated."

I scoff, "It's not like I won't just steal it back when I get back feeling in my legs."

Roger raises one eyebrow in response, and says in a condescending voice, "As if you'd be able to steal it back."

I center my rage filled eyes towards Roger, and counter menacingly, "We'll see about that, Demon Eyes."

"What is with you and the ridiculous nicknames", Beef Boy suddenly decides to express.

Roger retorts before I even have a chance to, "You have to admit they suit us well. Jack, you have more muscles than brains, so she calls you Beef Boy. I scare the shit out of people with just a glare, so I'm Demon Eyes. And Ralph is the Do-No-Wrong star athlete and honor student, making him the Golden Boy."

"All of you will have ridiculous nicknames by the time I am through here! For example, do you see that littlelun over there", I point my finger over towards the huge group of littleluns, "The cocky little son of a bitch with the light sandy brown hair!"

Roger's eyebrow quirks up in surprise and amusement. "Percival, the littlelun that found and saved your ass?"

I scrunch my face up in disbelief at his statement. "Saved my ass? The only thing he did was lead you two assholes to me. Which is definitely not what I'd call 'saving my ass.' If anything, he fucking screwed me! YOU HEAR ME, PERCY! YOU FUCKING SCREWED ME OVER, AND NOW I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THESE ASSHOLES! YOUR NEW NICKNAME IS COCKY LITTLE SHIT!"

The other boys in the camp notice my presence immediately after I make my shout out to Percival. They slowly start to fill in around Golden Boy, Beef Boy, Demon Eyes, and I. Most of them are gossiping about me being the only girl on the island, while the other Biguns are talking about how I'm batshit insane. I see the three littleluns that I threatened earlier muttering to each other, Percival's frightened eyes in the middle of them. I narrow my eyes at all three of them, promising them an early death. When they realize that I'm staring at them, they shuffle behind one of the older boys to keep out of my sight.

A low deep sound erupts from in the middle of the group, making it part to open up for the sound maker. A bespectacled overweight boy around the age of 14 or 15 walks up to stand directly in front of me, between Beef Boy and Golden Boy. His breathing is so labored, I can hear it from here. I glance towards his hands to see what could've possibly made such a weird noise. The conch shell he's gripping is a pearly pink in color. It gleams as the sun's rays hit its reflective shell.

In a rather nasally voice, he asks, "What's your name, Miss?"

I can smell the fear coming off of him in waves, though he's choosing to ignore it. He bravely chooses to make eye contact with me, his spectacles illuminating his round eyes. An expression of distaste graces my features, and he backs off, sensing my violent vibes.

"What's it to you, Porky?"

The entire group of boys erupt in laughter, Jack being the loudest out of all of them. Porky's cheeks inflame rather quickly, making him resemble a rather ripe tomato.

Once the boys start to quiet down, Ralph looks up at me, mirth in his expression. "We all call him Piggy anyway," Ralph explains whilst trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, Piggy and his ass-mar!" Jack throws another dig towards Piggy.

Piggy has had enough of the other boys' shit, so he waves the conch in the air like a flag. "Hey! I have the conch, so I get to speak! I need your name, Miss, for the record, of course. Need to know who everyone is in case we get rescued."

In my defense, I like to be cautious. There's a good chance that some of the flyers from the airport could've ended up on the plane somehow. You never know. So, I like to be on the safe side. So I'll use one of my favorite aliases.

"My name is Belinda."

Roger snorts skeptically, "That's really your name?"

My eyes narrow at Roger's suspicion. "Yeah, it's Belinda. You got a problem with that?"

Roger comes back, "Nah, it's just that it's kind of an unimpressive name for a girl with a personality like yours."

My mouth opens slightly at his nerve to insult my favorite alias. How dare he mock Belinda! She's one of my favorite singers, and music's helped me through hard times. Along with violence. Violence towards Roger currently sounds like a good idea!

I roll my body towards Roger in a barrel style, coercing my stupid legs into moving. My legs hurt like a bitch now because they're in that 'pins and needles' stage. He doesn't expect me to move as fast as I do, so I grab that fucker by the back of the knees, and pull him down! The group of boys roar in awe and surprise.

I accidentally pull him down on top of me, and 140 pounds of teenage boy is heavy as shit. I grunt in pain when he knees me in the ribs 'accidentally', I'm sure. I hear a sadistic chuckle, and it causes another shiver down my spine and to between my legs.

More of this 'attraction' shit or whatever. It's just lust, I suppose. Maybe I can turn it into a game. With me as the winner, of course.

It's kinda hard to concentrate because his face is close enough to my neck that I can feel him breathing on me. This is another thing I don't know how to feel about. In a way, I like it. But it makes me feel vulnerable at the same time, and I definitely don't like that.

One type of vulnerability turns into another as Ralph grabs Roger off of me, while Jack seizes my wrists, and drags me over towards a half built shelter. I see him grab a wad of twine they were using to secure the structure. To my dismay, he uses all of it to bind my hands together, and fastened the end to one of the main posts of the shelter.

My eyes widen in fury. "You know I'll get out of this eventually. And when I do, your beef ass will be mine to grill."

Jack rolls his eyes at me, "Yeah, yeah, my arse will resemble my foot when you're done. But until then, this is to prevent you from hurting anyone else before we can decide what to do with your crazy arse."

Then that fucker walked away from me. Like I am nothing. But he's wrong. He and others will feel my anger soon enough.

I spend most of the following afternoon attempting to restore my legs back to normal function. It takes around two and a half hours, but I finally get them feeling normal again. Through the entire process of this, many of the boys pass me as I stomp my feet on the ground to stop them from prickling.

Most of the littleluns are afraid of me, save for Percival, no surprise. A lot of the Biguns, especially Roger, Jack, and the other choir members make fun of me. I scare most of them off by either growling, hissing, or snapping on them like an animal would. What? It's fun.

But Roger, Ralph, and Jack aren't ones that are intimidated easily.

Roger usually just laughs at me when I do my rabid animal routine. Jack rolls his eyes as if he's seen it a million times, but he always makes sure not to get too close.

And then there's Ralphie. He looks at me with such a disturbed gaze now, almost as if he can't believe anyone as evil as me exists. I can tell my existence disturbs him.

I smile as I think about my favorite accomplishment on the island. Well, maybe second to stabbing Beef Boy in the foot.

I decide to chill out in the sun for the remainder of the day, enjoying being able to lounge without someone expecting me to constantly move about. Until around dusk, that is.

Jack approaches me with caution, his stormy blue eyes regarding me with suspicion and distrust. Not that I can blame him.

"If I untie you, will you promise not to hurt anyone?"

I sneer at his pathetic attempt to prevent violence.

"Probably not", I reply as I gaze up at him, an air of indifference in my tone, "I'll most likely end up finding my knife and gutting one of you if I'm let go."

Jack looks like he wants to face-palm. "Why do you make things so hard on yourself?"

I snap up to glare at him defiantly. "Because I'll never bow down to fuckers like you. Whenever I fucking feel like it, I'll get out of my restraints, steal my knife, and kill you all."

Roger approaches from behind a tree near Jack. "You're definitely sleeping with your limbs tied to the shelter posts."

Roger then gazes over towards where Piggy and the littleluns are playing over by the beach. Then to where Ralph is stoking the rescue fire. Seeing no one looking over, Roger lowers his mouth, and whispers in my ear,

"I appreciate your desire to completely wipe out humanity on the island, but let's keep that under wraps until Jack and I split off from the others."

Then he had the gall to wink at me. As if telling me his little secret plan was somehow even worth my time. What a douche.

"Anyway," Roger continues on, "we're here to move you around so you're in the shelter, and then tie your limbs to the posts so you don't try to kill people."

I give him my best death glare. "Don't you fucking touch me," I growl, my legs rearing back to kick my assailants.

"Well, I guess the easy way is out of the picture," Jack says as he and Roger try to grip my legs. Roger is successful on the first try, while Jack eats tennis shoe. Both boys manage to grab my legs after a moment of struggle. They hold and lift me, while rotating me to where I'm lying in the softness of the shelter.

Jack then takes great care in tying my legs together, and then attaching the knot to the post. I suppose it's not an uncomfortable position. But it's not one I'll stay in for long.

Jack finishes the knots on my legs, and then smiles at me in a sickeningly sweet way. "Sleep tight, Princess," he mocks as he and Roger walk past the shelter, and into the jungle.

But there's one thing those fuckers don't realize. My hand bindings loosened during the struggle. And Beef Boy didn't think it necessary to retighten them.

I smile sadistically. No one is having a good night tonight. Except me.

Total cliffhanger! Sorry guys, I had to do it. What's the first thing Krista will do when she breaks her restraints? Will anyone die? And what are Roger and Jack doing alone in the jungle?

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