Heyhey, update.

I have legitimately been quite busy lately, summer's barely begun and i've had 5 horse shows, too many practices, etc. Lately it's been way too hot to make my brain work, so ive been spending hours in the pool, or lying on top of the freezer in the basement.

and this is the last chapter, and it was hard to write so i hope it's appreciated?

Daaaamn... did I just get run over by a tank? Am I dead? Is this heaven? Hey. I smell pineapples. Crud...THIS IS NOT HEAVEN! I feel like I'm tied to something...dude, do I have splinters in my back? Guh, I hate pineapples... Guess I should open my eyes now...

Arrow slowly cranked open his eyes.

"Crap." said he.

"Why hello." said Mika. "See Paris, I told you the pineapples would wake him up."

"If you hadn't knocked him out, he wouldn't have needed waking up." Paris grumbled.

"You're the one who insisted I take him alive." Mika snapped.

Arrow gulped.

"Any particular reason I'm here? I'm pretty sure it's still too early to resort to cannibalism."

"That's true. It is too early to eat each other." Mika agreed.

Arrow sighed.

"So we'll fatten you up until that time." said Mika simply.

Arrow gulped again.

"Naah I'm kiddin. Imma leave you tied to this post just for fun." said Mika happily. "Maybe poke you with a stick on boring days."

"Oh." said Arrow. Normally he would have treated the situation with more violence and less monosyllabic-ness, but at the moment his head was buzzing unpleasantly and he was fairly sure the sky wasn't pink, but according to his hallucinations it was. Plus he felt like his skull had been gang-raped by sledgehammers.

He looked around. From what he could seperate from the hallucinations, he figured he was about in the center of Mika's Tribe's camp, clearly tied tightly to a large wooden post that had once been a tree.

"HEEYYARROW!" a familliar voice squealed from somewhere to the left.

"Kurda? Hi." Arrow croaked in suprise. It had been so many hours since he heard the blonde's voice, he'd forgotten Kurda existed. Currently, Kurda was braiding several strands of grass together for no apparent reason. Arrow noted dismally that his hair looked extremely neglected. This was a bad sign.

"Ar..row...?" creaked another voice.

"Harkat." said Arrow unhappily. "What are you all still doing here?"

Harkat didn't say anything, other than a sad little, "I missed...you."

The Little Person was holding a half a coconut filled with something resembling fruit punch. He held it out to his bald and bound friend.

"Hand are kinda tied, Harkat. Sorry."

"Don't worry...I'll help."

Sweet Harkat attempted to reach up to Arrow's face to feed him the fruit punch, but since he was less than waist-height, he failed miserably. So he frowned, appeared to think deeply, then smiled as though a lightbulb had just gone on in his head.

And proceeded to splash the fruit punch directly on to Arrow's face. About 10 percent of the juice went in his mouth. 40 percent all over his face (including the inside of his nose, eyes and ears), 30 percent dribbling down his body, and the last 20 landed back on Harkat.

"Y'know, Harkat. I could have just given it to him." said Paris.

"No problem...someone wanna wipe juice outta my eyes?"

Paris obliged, using a leaf.

"How are things going over here?" Arrow inquired when he was slightly less sticky.

"Bad." said Harkat.

"Laaaame." grumbled Kurda.

"Less than desirable." Paris admitted, ambling over.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING STANDING AROUND? THERE ARE FIRES TO BE BUILT, ROCKS TO BE POLISHED, AND SPEARS TO BE MADE! MAKE YOURSELVES USEFUL! DO NOT ASSOCIATE WITH THE PRISONER!" Seba shrieked in his usual manner. He did not appear changed by the situation. And his finger was still one with the airport chair.

"But...it's Arrow! He's our...friend!" Harkat whined.

This outcry earned him a whack of Seba's chair.

"Ow." Harkat said with a feeble glare, and went back to polishing a rock.

Then, Arrow noticed something. The camp was lacking a certain dark prescence. Where was Mika?

"Sooo...Where's Mika?" he inquired

"He has returned to the wilderness to hunt for the Orange Beast." Seba droned reverently.

"Huh? Orange Beas- Oh shitters. He's gonna kill Crepsley." Arrow groaned. And being tied to a post, there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it.

"Darren's coming really soon, right?" said Kurda, sounding extremely uncomfortable.

"Yeah." Harkat added miserably.

Arrow squirmed against the ropes hopelessly.

"Seriously though. We can't let him kill Crepsley, so what are we gonna do about it?" he stated with as much calmness as he could muster.

"HE'S...GONNA...KILL...MRCREPSLEY?" Harkat gasped, more wide-eyes than usual.

"Duuuuh, Harkat. What did you think the Orange Beast was?"

"I...thought...it...was...a...euphamism...for...something!"

"What the heck could that possibly be a euphamism for?" Paris snorted.

"What's an eh...umm...gasm?" Kurda pondered.

"Euphamism, Kurda. Euphamism. It is a metaphor of sorts, to represent something else, usually a verb or noun. They really are quite fascinating, seeing as their possibilities are endless limited only by imagination, and their origin is fairly unknown, seeing at it has developed sporadically throughout the uses and abuses of the English language."

Kurda looked beyond stumped, and resorted to finger-combing his hair.

"That's great, Paris. Now we need a plan here. Anyone else think untying me would be a decent idea?" Arrow suggested.

"K." said Harkat, proceeding to examine the knots placed strategically so Arrow was unable to reach them. "They appear...to be approximately...as thick as...my arm...maybe more...definitley thicker...than my arm...they are made...of vine-plant things...braided together...hey! Wasn't Paris...making these yesterday?"

Paris looked deeply ashamed.

"I was not informed about the manner in which they would be put to use. Had I known they would be used for detaining Arrow, I would have used weaker materials. Mika simply told me, 'MAKE ROPES.'"

"No biggie." Arrow grunted. Actually, it was a biggie. A BIG biggie. "You guys have a sharp thing around here? Like a rock or a spear? Some sort of killing or maiming device?"

"Uhhhmmm...no." said Harkat.

Arrow gasped. "Are you telling me, that in Mika's tribe, there's not one single killing or maiming device? COME ON!"

"Oh, there is an abundance." said Paris. "But he took them with him when he went to hunt down Larten."

"Super duper!" said Arrow.

Harkat's eyes went wide in horror and disgust. He gave Arrow a good kick in the shins.

"Sarcasm, Mulds. Sarcasm."

"WHO'S HUNTING ME DOWN?" came a traumatized shriek from nearby.

4 heads turned. 1, Arrow's, attempted to turn, but his cranium collided with the side of the post while his neck recieved some serious rope burn, so he ceased his efforts.

None other than Larten Creplsey had burst through the foliage and was standing in the east end of the camp, beside the rock with his own "Wanted Dead Or Alive" image on it.

"MISTER...CREPSLEY!" Harkat hyperventilated.

"LARTEN!" Paris bellowed.

"L-CREPS!" Kurda squealed.

"The Orange Beast hath DARED return to defile our camp?" Seba gasped.

"LARTEN'S HERE?" Arrow hollered, desperately trying to free himself. No such luck.

"Yes, I am here! What in the name of Charna is going on?" Larten freaked.

"Do you really want to know?" said Paris.

"Well, if you are going to say it in that tone, then I probably do not." Larten replied, glancing around shiftily. "Now could somebody please tell me where Arrow is? I know you jungle demons have taken him! Unless he simply wandered off in search of food..."

Before Arrow could alert Larten to his presence, he laid eyes on something extremely disturbing. Mika was creeping out from behind the trees, holding a spear at the ready. He glared at Arrow and made a "be quiet or die" motion, but Arrow had always had a little rebellious streak.

"CREPSLEY! RRRUUUUUUUUUUNNN!"

"Wha-OH MY GOOD-MIKA? WHAT ARE YOU-AAAAGGHH!"

And Crepsley bolted. Mika made a furious snarly sound and took off after him, pausing to whack Arrow on the head with the end of the spear. Within seconds, hunter and prey had taken off deep into the jungle. However, Larten's shrieks and Mika's bellowed threats remained detectable.

"Someone save Crepsley!" Arrow ordered, still immobile.

"I can be silent no longer." said Paris. "THE HUNTING MUST END!" and he took off after them.

"We...must...save...Mr...Crepsley...and...bring...back...Mika...and...wait...for...Darren...together...so...he...can...find...us!" Harkat announced, following Paris with as much speed as he could muster.

"Don't leave me alone with themmm!" Kurda whined, also giving chase.

That left Arrow and Seba.

"So, Seba...could you be a pal, and possibly help me outta here? I'll pay you in coconuts. I know how much trouble you have climbing up the tree to get them..."

Seba simply answered,

"The time for cannibalism is nearing."

and sauntered off in the direction of the others.

"Crap." said Arrow.

Meanwhile, deep in the jungle, Larten Crepsley was running like he'd never run before. He was fairly certain he was screwed, but he figured he'd at least put up a hell of a fight. However the jungle was not making it easy for him. He kept becoming hopelessly entangled in foliage, and even fell face-down in a mudpuddle after taking a nasty trip on a twisty root.

However, Mika was not doing any better, despite his significantly larger muscle mass. Muscles aren't a lot of help when you're up against trees that are three times as wide as your body. Not to mention the prickley thorny creeper things that kept encircling his neck. Of course, dumb ol' Crepsley had to run right through the thickest most unexplored area of the forest.

Mika could see the orange beast, scuttling along about 70 feet in front of him. Both were moving at approximately a snail's pace as they hacked, clawed, kicked, bit, and squirmed their way through the shrubbery. At one point, Larten appeared trapped in a pool of quicksand, and Mika was getting ready to go in for the takedown, but the black beast became hopelessly hung up in a web of vines, and within the 15 minutes he was stuck, Larten managed to free himself and carry on.

"I'LL GET YOU YET, ORANGE BEAST! YOU CAN RUN ALL YOU WANT BUT THIS ISLAND ISN'T THAT BIG!" Mika howled furiously.

"Pfft." said Larten.

Leaving Mika to thrash and roar in the bushes like a wild beastie, he carried on right through the mango grove, around the crocodile pond, past the bushes of deadly pink fruit, and eventually circled the base of Harkat Hill several times before escaping upwards.

Finally, he reached a fairly flat bit of ground, and broke into a sprint in an effort to put as much space as possible between himself and Mika. However, he didn't take into account a nearby log, and tripped over it mightily, french-kissing dirt.

Ick, said the dirt.

"Ithhck." spat Larten.

"OW." said the log.

Alarmed, Larten raised his head and glanced behind him. He was quite shocked to see Arrow lying on his side, tied very tightly to the log that has caused Larten to wipe out.

"Salutations, Arrow." said Larten in puzzlement. "Am I missing something?"

"Crepsley..." Arrow gasped. "I was...tied to the post...then you came...I friggen warned you...about Mika...then everyone left...so I broke the post...and hopped...all the way here...then I tripped...can't get up...now here...you are."

"Charna's guts, you sound like Harkat. Get up, we might need to fight for our lives. I have no idea where I am."

"Creps...untie...me..." Arrow wheezed.

Suddenly,

"I'M HAVING SHISHKABOBS TONIGHT!" Mika bellowed, leaping forth from the foliage. Larten yelped like Kurda, and took off up Harkat Hill.

This was where he made his first mistake.

First of all, Harkat Hill is A) nearly vertical, other than a path of grippy dirt (a migrating route for the wild goats), B) that's the only safe way up or down, C) the West side of Harkat Hill is a 300-foot drop into the ocean. With sharp rocks at the bottom.

But poor Larten was being chased by a beast wielding a spear, so for once in his life, he did not pause to consider the outcome of the situation.

He staggered upward through the vines and creepers, mudholes and iguana nests, tropical cactuses and clouds of stinging insects, a until he reached the summit.

What had once been a signal fire was now a muddy pit, but there was no time to re-kindle it now. Mika had begun hurling rocks in an effort to stop Larten's progress. Luckily, Mika seemed unable to run and aim at the same time. However, he was gaining steadily and Larten figured it was time to come up with plan b-

"AAAGGGHHH!" he shrieked suddenly, flinging himself backwards to avoid plummeting 300 feet into the ocean. "Who put that cliff there?" He'd ran himself straight to the edge of the world. Or at least the Island.

You are screwed now. The little voice in his head informed him politely.

Desperatly, he observed his surroundings. To the left, the forest (inacessible due to the lake of quicksand in front of it) To the right, air. Behind him, air. Somehow he'd gotten himself standing on the deadliest corner of the island. And in front of him, Mika was creeping closer, spear ready. Behind him, Harkat, Paris, Seba, Kurda, and a very muddy Arrow, who was still tied to the post. They all looked deeply hopeless, and their expressions stated clearly, "farewell, Larten Crepsley."

Mika drew closer, looking like the portrait of evil.

Larten did something he'd seen others do, but never attempted himself. He displayed both his middle fingers for all the world to see. This did not have quite the effect he desired, Mika simply chuckled and pointed his spear right at Larten's face, and prepared to stab...

LOLJK, this isn't the last chapter. 2nd last, maybe. Im eager to be done with this story. Really, i don't even like this chapter a whole lot. I hate writing Evil Mika, but can you see the similarities with Lord of the Flies now? lmaoo.

My other stuff will be updated...sometime... im itching to write a Harry Potter fic.. im re-reading all the books, and the next movie looks fuckin amazing.

Slytherin babyyy :)

Hope wherever you are isnt as friggen hot as here.

*Roxxy,