Responses to Reviews...
Empress Empoleon:I just might when I get further into the story; depends on how descriptive I want to be when writing some of the scenes. We shall see :) And the girl's not important, but her eyes are. You'll be finding out why when you read on! And haha! I didn't mean the story itself! I just meant the shipwreck scene! No comment about everything else, though, I'll just be spoiling the story. ;)
Jace'sVampiress97: Lolz! Sorry, here's the next chapter! Cliffhangers are inevitable with me, unfortunately :P
chocolatehell: Woopsies, I guess I neglected to write out Drew's fear throughout the entire thing. He didn't know it was going to happen; he was just as afraid as May was! Lol, sorry for the confusion! And his disappearance has nothing to do with him becoming an absol, that I can tell you now! Sorry haha :P Good theory though! Thanks for the long review! :D
Pear-Shaped: Haha, I don't think there's going to be any more cuteness in this story for a while :P
Saikono-san: Well, now you'll find out? :)
LoveLoverGrl: Haha, success! I got what I was going for!
Tiger Priestess: Haha, I forgot them, too. :P
Glaceon34: You have such an adorable avatar picture! I love Glaceon! :)
splitheart1120: Well, May's guaranteed to have survived considering she is the narrator. :P
Pokemaster: Haha! Always expect cliffhangers from me, I can't help it!
light-chiix3: Do I really? I'm really happy that I do! Thanks so much! :D And I honestly had this story's entire plot planned out weeks before that ship sunk! When I first read about it, my face went something like this lol: O_O
FlygonFan: I've actually never read that story before! Is it any good? I may have to go check it out! And psh, it's fine. I read rated M material when I was 13, too. xD Thank you very much! One thing I can tell you though is (I hope this doesn't disappoint you): May isn't going to turn into a pokémon. As for why, you'll find out soon enough in a future chapter. :)
Candy Couture: It isn't, it's only the beginning. :)

Absol chapter 5

The sunlight burning my back and the icy cold waves lapping at my legs coaxes me out of the dark realm of unconsciousness. I don't know how long it's been since I've entered it; minutes, hours, days, or weeks...I really don't know. Every part of my body aches, including the areas that I never even knew existed. My chest, my back, my legs, my navel—everything. It even hurts to open my eyes, but I can't tell if the sunlight has any blame in that or not. I slowly pry them open, though, one millimeter at a time, taking in a little bit more of my surroundings the more I open them.

Sand's the first thing I see. A vast expanse of it that goes on and on for what seems to be endlessly like a desert. It's everywhere: in my ears, in my shoes, in between my fingers. The only break from it seems to be the ocean just south of where I am laying. I can still feel the waves lapping over my legs, hear them kissing the shore. But that offers little comfort; it's just as endless as the sand except it's an endless amount of water. A deep and endless amount of water.

Where am I?

My entire body screams in protest as I finally decide to move something other than my eyes. I push with as much strength as I can muster, my hands and knees sinking into the sand below me as I force myself up on all fours. My hair falls over my shoulders as I do so, hanging down in front of me in strings. I make a sound in the back of my throat to express my chagrin when I see the clumps of sand entangled in the strands. I glance away to avoid looking at the eyesore.

Huh, there's another break to all of this sand after all; a forest grows to the north of me. A multitudinous amount of plant life. An abundance of every green tree, fern or bush I can think of and them some. So much green it makes my eyes hurt.

Green.

Drew.

Everything comes back to me in an instant. The fear jolts through me and I force myself up on my feet. Suddenly, I remember everything about that night. Drew leaving me to retrieve a gift that I didn't receive. The jerk of the ship that almost sent me flying over the railing. The blood-gurgling scream from a guy on the ship. The loud explosion of all the lights. The ship snapping in half and everyone falling in the ocean. Not having been able to reach Drew even though he was only a short distance away from me.

Arceus...Drew.

Three questions pass through my brain.

Did he not make it out of the wreck?

Where is he?

Is he still alive?

"Drew!" I cry out in angst, hoping with all my might that he's out here somewhere and well enough to respond. "Drew!"

I continue to call his name again and again as I jog along the sand. Tears sting my eyes as I continue to get no response. This just isn't fair. He can't be gone, not after he just came back into my life. Why did this have to happen?

"Drew!"

It's probably not the best idea for me to be screaming his name considering I have no idea of what lives on this island. I could be attracting dozens of unwanted company with every time I call out Drew's name. There's probably one running in the direction of my voice right now.

But I can't help it. I wake up alone on an island after surviving a shipwreck and I don't even know when exactly it took place. I'm bound to be hysterical and panicked, especially after I discover that I don't even have my PokéBalls with me. The bracelet that I've always kept them attached on is absent from my wrist. I have nothing with me. Drew's gone. My pokémon are gone.

I'm all alone on this island.

My knees buckle out from beneath me and I fall to the sand in despair. How could it be? How could this have happened? Out of all people this could've happened to, why'd it have to happen to me? How can I possibly get off of this island without anything or anyone to assist me? I don't want to die here, especially when I haven't even gotten the chance to tell everyone I love goodbye.

Why did this have to happen to me?

I feel like I'd do better on my own if I weren't unaware of Drew and my glaceon's whereabouts. It'd be better if I knew for a fact that they were safe at home instead of wondering where they are. If they survived or not.

Oh Arceus, I hope they survived.

But that's all I can do. Hope. Hope that they survived. Hope that they're okay. Hope that that shipwreck didn't take them from this world.

But I doubt I'll ever get those answers, not if I'm stranded on this island.

I'll die without ever knowing if they're okay.

The sound of branches cracking beneath a heavy weight makes me snap my head up. I turn my head in the direction that I heard the sound and squint to make out the outline of whatever it is that conjured the noise.

A big mightyena comes into focus.

For a moment, I'm incredibly intrigued by this pokémon. It's not like I've never seen a mightyena before, no. But one of this size? It's a first. This mightyena has to be at least twice the size of any of the full grown mightyena I've seen before in my lifetime. Its fur is longer and shaggier, but still the same grey save for the black that grew along its back and colored its feet and tail. Its claws look as if they could slice through steel and I can see the tips of its teeth peeking out from its closed snout.

But none of those traits are what catches my attention, it's its eyes. The common yellow scleras and red irises aren't present in its eye sockets.

White scleras and purple irises are.

I'm frozen in place, mystified by the striking shade of purple that is the color of its irises. I've never seen a mightyena with such oddly colored eyes and I doubt anyone has either. There's something so incredibly unusual about them besides their colors, something else that seems to make them appear almost human. It's as if someone's taken the eyes of a human being and placed them into that mightyena. But whose eyes are those? And why do they seem so familiar?

Then I remember.

The girl from the cruise ship.

My breath catches in my throat. It's her eyes, I know it. She's the only one I've ever seen with such a striking purple coloring to her eyes. It has to be her eyes.

Or been her eyes.

It has to mean that she's dead if her eyes on in that mightyena. Either that or someone managed to transform her into one. But who could do either option? Were they even possible? If they were, why would anyone do such a thing?

Something flickers in the eyes as I take a deep, shaky breath at the realization. Something so similar to hunger, or bloodlust to be precise.

Bloodlust. Lust for my blood.

Without another second's warning, the mightyena snarls, baring all of its razor sharp fangs, and charges straight at me.

My first instinct is to run. I turn around and my legs kick off, elongating the distance between me and the mightyena as much as possible. I run so hard that my lungs begin to hurt and my breath explodes out of me in short and painful rushes, but still I persist. I hear its enraged snarl from behind me and the pounding of its large paws beating into the ground, growing so close that I have to spare a glance over my shoulder to see how much I am beating it in distance.

It's not very much. We're only about four yards apart. Too close for my comfort.

And it's still gaining up on me with ease.

More breaths explode out of me as I force myself to run faster. My strides become longer, my legs now breaking into a sprint. I don't know why this mightyena is pursuing me with such vigor nor do I know if I had mistaken that look in its purple eyes to be one with the intent to kill. But I do know that no ordinary mightyena would pursue a human being with such vehemence and no ordinary mightyena—no matter how well trained or how powerful it is—would be of such a massive size. And it most definitely would not have purple eyes; purple eyes that once belonged to a human.

I break through the trees without thinking and dash into the forest. Ducking, swerving, leaping—anything that'll prevent me from colliding with an obstacle that'll assist the mightyena in getting any closer to me. I don't know if I will be able to outrun the pokémon, but I try anyways. Despite the screams of protest coming from my legs, I will them to keep going. I swerve around the trees, crushing branches and leaves beneath my feet, and leap over any obstacles like rocks or logs. I am like an arrow being shot through the forest, zooming forward in a straight path. I can't let that mightyena catch me, but it sounds so close. I sneak another glance over my shoulder.

It's catching up.

I failed to notice the disappearance of the land I've been running across on up ahead of me. I barely manage to stop when I reach the edge of it, but thankfully, I skid to a halt before I'm thrown over. The rocks and sand slide off from underneath my shoes and fall into the ravine below me. It's too dark for me to see what lurks inside it, but at this moment in my life, I honestly don't think I care. I only have two choices now: get mauled to death by a bloodthirsty mightyena, or take a leap into the unknown for a chance of survival.

The choice is simple when I turn to look once again at the rapidly approaching mightyena.

I choose the latter.

Author's Note: Another cliffhanger...woopsies. :P Sorry guys! And sorry again for this chapter being rather short. I have most of the next chapter written already, so if all works out, I should have the next chapter up around the upcoming Wednesday. The latest will be Sunday, I promise. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review! :)