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this chap begins to get intense as we observe them adjusting to Island Life :P

and ily all!!!!

Larten stood back and observed his handiwork proudly. Together with Harkat, Paris, and Kurda, 8 little huts had been constructed from sticks, grass, mud, twigs, branches, and small trees Harkat had uprooted. The process had taken 6 whole hours and many cuts, scrapes, and bruises, but they were completed! From left to right, they belonged to Mika, Arrow, Seba, Paris, Larten, Kurda, Harkat, and an extra one which Paris figured was a spare in case one got wrecked, but Larten had built it in honour of Darren, to remind everyone that the gang was still 8, even though they weren't on the same continent.

Oh yes, these were positively professional huts, and they would withstand absolutely anything the island could throw at them-

"RUN FASTER DAMMIT!"

"Nyaaahhhaaahahaha!"

"CATCH THE GOAT!"

"WATCH OUT...FOR THE...HOUSES!"

"STAB IT, NOW!"

"I DID, IT WONT DIE!"

"SO DO IT AGAIN!"

"I DROPPED MY SPEAR!"

"SEBA, HIT IT WITH THE CHAIR!"

Crunch. Crash.

"NO, HIT THE GOAT, NOT THE HOUSE!"

"Nyaaaahhhh-"

Thunk.

"DINNER!"

-except a goat hunt gone wild.

Larten picked himself out of the ruins of his hut, and surveyed the damage: Mika was holding a dead goat, looking very pleased with himself. Arrow had found his spear and was re-sharpening it. Seba was trying to join in the victory dance, but kept tripping on the chair. Harkat was staring dismally at his wrecked hut.

"MIKA VER LETH." Larten bellowed furiously. "What in Charna's Guts do you think you are doing, careening around the island like a wild demon beast?"

"I just killed a big enough goat to feed all of us for 2 days." the ex-Prince snapped, walking up to Larten and staring him down. "So kiss my ass, Island Prince."

"Um, actually, Seba killed it." Arrow corrected before Larten had time to react to Mika's belligerence.

"On my orders." Mika retorted, passing Arrow the goat.

"You're damn hopeless." Arrow rolled his eyes and carried the goat away to be prepared for consumption.

"How is the signal fire looking?" Larten inquired suspiciously. "We should check on it very soon."

6 hours ago, he asked Mika and the Hunters to go to the top of Harkat Hill, which was a small mountain named after its discoverer, and start a fire to alert potential rescuers. It had been realised that Kurda's sunglasses could be used to start the fire by reflecting sunlight through them. This was the utmost important item on Larten's To-Do list, as building huts and eating goats would not get them rescued.

Mika ran his hand through his jet-black hair and leaned casually against a palm tree, but he looked slightly troubled.

"Um, we got after a goat, and we didn't really get that far on the signal fire."

"Surely stalking a goat did not take you all of 6 hours! You started the fire, yes? A small fire is better than none at all."

"We're gonna have to go with No Fire At All for today. Sorry, Crepsley." Although he did not sound remarkably sorry.

Larten opened his mouth to respond, but his words were muffled by the hum of an aircraft above. 7 pairs of eyes looked to the ski to see a plane zooming towards the island...over the island...and into the distance.

"I cannot believe you!" Larten yelled in fury. "How dare you shirk responsibility? I gave you one specific task, BUILD A SIGNAL FIRE ON HARKAT HILL! Then you were free to kill as many goats as you wanted! WE COULD HAVE BEEN GOING HOME RIGHT NOW! YOU IMBECILE! I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW UNEXPLAINABLY IGNORANT YOU ARE!"

At this point, words could no longer describe Larten's displeasure, and he proceeded to abandon his non-violent lifestyle and yank Mika's spear from his hands and club him over the head about 12 times, before Mika managed to kick sand in his eyes and render him temporarily blind. Larten staggered off to the forest's edge and collapsed in the shade of the palm trees, cursing viciously under his breath. Paris and Harkat quietly snuck off to take care of the signal fire situation while Mika, Arrow, Kurda and Seba tried to decide on the best way to go about the eating of the goat.

***

"This goat...tastes really good." Harkat remarked in an attempt to diffuse the furious silence that haunted the group at dinner time. Larten was still pissed beyond measure at Mika, who was not making the situation any easier for anyone.

"Harkat, you don't have tastebuds." the dark Vampire replied impatiently. "I've tasted better things out of Darren's stupid microwave."

"Don't call the...microwave stupid!" Harkat gasped, scandalised.

"Who's gonna stop me?"

"Mika, if you wanna shut the hell up for 5 minutes, the whole island would be a much better place for everyone." Arrow interjected, in rare argument with his bestie.

"Say that again?" Mika snapped back with such a murderous glare that Arrow (who was substantially larger) leaned away.

"Just sayin. You're gonna get voted off the island if you keep acting like a dick just cuz you think you can get away with it." Arrow shot back with slight apprehension.

Mika's death glare intensified, and for a moment everyone feared for Arrow's life. But then he blinked and the monster was gone. He stood up and tossed the remainder of his meal (roasted goat and assorted island fruit) into the fire to stalk off to his hut, leaving the others in peace.

"What did I tell you? Fun island!" said Larten in a failed attempt at being perky.

Harkat started to cry.

"I...miss...Darren!" he sobbed in utter misery, lying facedown in the sand.

"I miss shampoo." Kurda sighed.

"I miss when everyone got along." Arrow mused.

"When was that?" Paris asked incredulously. "And I miss my comfy couch."

"Florida is an abomination." Seba announced.

There was a pause.

"And I too miss Darren." Larten said finally, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "But tomorrow will be better. Now that the huts are built and we have enough goat to feed us for another day, we can explore the island in the safety of a group. We will get to become more aware of our surroundings, and we might even find a swimming place. Remember how dissapointed we were when we did not get an opportunity to venture into the ski resort pool?"

"Um, that was just Darren."

"It does not matter." Larten continued through gritted teeth. "As soon as our plane left the groud of our home country, we were officially on vacation. This has not changed. Darren would want us to enjoy ourselves until he comes to fetch us, so we shall. Or else."

"Gotta love you for trying, Creplsey." Arrow sighed sadly, laying down on the sand and closing his eyes. Harkat inched closer to him and leaned his head on the Vampire's arm like a pillow.

"Arrow...do you supose...there are...carnivorous beasties...on this island?"

"Honestly, Harkat... probably."

The Little Person gasped in horror.

"But if they think you look like food, which you don't, they'd have to get through me first." the tattooed Prince promised.

"Thanks." Harkat sniffled, curling into a ball in preparation to sleep.

"You wouldn't let anything eat me either, right Arrow?" Kurda asked nervously.

" 'Course not." Arrow yawned sleepily. "What would want to eat you, anyway?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Um, beasties aren't into low-calorie food."

Kurda was satisfied with that.

"Kay, 'night." he concluded, lying down between Seba and Paris. Seba had fallen asleep sitting in his chair, his head was tilted back at a painful-looking ankle, and he was snoring violently. Paris was stretched out on his back staring at the stars, and Larten was debating between going back to sleep in his hut, or remaining where his companions had apparently dropped for the night. Deciding that here was fine, since it was a warm pleasant night with a sea breeze, he removed his cloak, spread it carefully on the ground, then lay down comfortably on it. He did not expect to get much sleep the first night, but before he knew it, the crash of distant waves and Seba's gurgling snores lulled him into one of the deepest sleeps of his life.

mmm, cuteness :) (and no intended slash. ever.)

PS, if you haven't picked up on it yet, this plot was inspired by the forced reading of Lord Of The Flies by William Golding in grade 11 english this year lol. it actually wasnt the worst book ive ever read, which is suprising considered its one of those "great" pieces of literature. it beat the hell outta To Kill A Mickingbird, anyway. ;P

BTW, if you havent already, make sure you check out ONYX, which is written by myself and Elenafromthewoods (in case you live under a rock and havent read her fics, shes amazing :) our fic is about Mika's younger years & trials of initiation. theres some Arrow in there (for me), some Vancha, Larten, Paris, and i believe Kurda will be in there too pretty soon :) sooo yeah.

BYE xo

*Roxxy,