This is the second part of my story. The chapters from now on will be longer than the first one. I just had some trouble getting everything organized. I write my stories on my iPod, then move to paper and back to my iPod so it gets kind of crazy. I would like to update at least every day. If not every day then every other day. It depends on how much I write on that particular day. Anyway, back to the story...
Clary has been set free onto the island with nineteen other criminals. Each one of them is trying to kill the rest. Clary has been trained for this sort of situation, but will her past get in the way? Read on and find out. Please enjoy and review! Thanks!
Chapter 2
About five minutes into my walking I hear something crunching. I throw my sweater on the ground then climb a tree a few feet away. I get up on a high branch just as one of the other contestants comes into view. He looks around with a knife drawn. Where the hell did he get that?
He looks like a skinny Asian, but he looks skilled enough to take me on in a fight. He sees my sweater and picks it up. He looks around carefully. I've been moving through the trees silently until I'm just over him. I take in a deep breath then drop down onto him. He's taken off guard.
I hear the whir of cameras zooming to catch the action. The Asian boy throws me off him, but I know I injured him. He has a broken wrist. He still clenches both fists to fight. I wait for him to make the first move, which is a punch. I dodge down then grab his arm and bring it down on my knee, snapping it. He cries out in pain, but doesn't stop fighting.
In the end, I win, of course. I take his knife and grab my sweater. I throw it over my shoulder and keep on walking. I look around and make sure I'm not being followed. I have to make sure I never let my guard down. I'm not going to be taken by surprise this time.
I'm going to have to make it seem like I'm not heading in any specific direction before I decide to head back to where all those helicopters are. They'll most likely have a communications tower. I can get in contact with someone off the island. Even if I do win this game I'll still need an escape route.
As I'm walking I notice how late it's getting. If anyone is going to make an ambush then it's going to be during the night. It will be a lot easer to move around since there's better cover. Some people would consider night and darkness a deterrent. Not me. I was trained better than that.
I climb up into a tall tree and drape my dried sweater over myself as a makeshift blanket. I lean back against the tree as I stare up at the sky. I need to get some rest because tomorrow is going to be a big day. Tomorrow there will be people to hunt down and kill.
I close my eyes and fall asleep easily. I fall into a darkness that feels suffocating. I have horrible nightmares. Ones that I haven't had in a very long time. There's so much blood and screaming. There's pleading for mercy. I sit up shocked. I bite back a gasp though. I don't want to make any noise.
After quickly inspecting my surroundings I pull on my sweater and climb down the tree. I make sure the knife is still in the look of the belt I took from that guy in the chopper. I start tracking. I find footprints that belong to a woman. This should be an easy kill. Maybe not. It really depends on whether or not she's like me. That would be horrible. Another me.
While I'm tracking I see something move out of the corner of my eye. I pretend to not have seen it. I keep on moving and find myself watching a woman drinking water out of a small brook. I lean against a tree with my arms crossed. Then I see something moving again. I look in the opposite direction.
Then I feel a blade pressed against my throat. I feel a trickle of blood running down my neck as the point cuts into my flesh. I turn with an arched eyebrow. "Can I help you?"
"Give me any weapons you have then turn around and wrap your arms around the tree," the man presses the blade harder against my throat.
The man is looking at me with hungry eyes. I cross my arms. "Let me guess. You're the pedophile. Just so you know, I'm not as young as I look. I don't think you'll find what you need from me. Not unless you're a sex addict… you actually do look like one though…"
He strikes me across the face. "Shut up and do what I say!"
My eyes flash with danger. I grab his knifed hand and twist. The knife falls out of his grip. I twist his arm until it's behind him. I grab the knife from my own belt and quickly slide it across his throat. "Pedophiles sicken me."
Then I remember the woman. The knife from the pedo is missing now. I sigh then lean down to wipe my blade on some grass. "If you're going to kill someone don't hesitate to do it."
The woman, who's actually not much older than me, holds up the blade with two hands. It makes her look awkward. "There's no way I would survive everything I went through and die on this god forsaken island. You're going to die. You're all going to die. I swear…"
I move forward during her tirade. I knock the knife from her hand and plunge mine into her chest. That's three down. Now sixteen more to go. This should be fun. That's if the others haven't taken out each other first though. I haven't felt this alive in a long time. I need to be careful with it though. I don't want to get out of control.
Finally I come across something strange. I hear gurgling noises. I've never heard anything like it before. I can't think of a single animal that makes that deep, throat voice. I close my eyes and focus on the sound. I hear it getting closer. My eyes snap open. It's coming after me. I turn and start to run, but something grabs me from behind
I get thrown onto the ground hard. I turn over quickly and get my bearings again. I look up and I'm completely shocked by what I see. There's a demonic looking thing in front of me. It looks like some sort of lizard. It's tail is long and pointed. I know not to get stung by that. Even if I don't know what this thing is.
When I try to back away the demon lets out a piercing screech again. I wince at the sound. I hear the cameras freaking out at the sound. I don't know what's happening, but I know it can't be good for me. I've seen a lot of things and been to a lot of places, but I've never experienced something quite like this. I'm about to learn even I don't know everything.
The demon pounces on me. I dodge out of the way. I move around the tree, but the demon's tail pierces right through it. I know it's not going to do me any good to hide behind things. I'm either going to have to face it or run away and hope it doesn't catch me. I'll take my chances trying to fight the demon. If I die I die fighting.
The demon comes around the tree and tries tearing into me with its teeth, which are razor sharp. I duck down and roll out of the way. I come back to my feet and turn to the demon. The demon hisses then pounces again. I pull out both knives our. With every step the demon makes I have one in return.
One wrong move and I feel like I could end up as food for this demon. I don't feel like dying today, though. There are still things I need and want to do. I wonder what I did to end up like this.
I swing a knife which slashes through its chest. I back away quickly when it lashes out with a sharp claw. I look at its chest to see if it's bleeding. It's not. My eyebrows furrow.
Before long I realize that I'm not going to get anywhere the way I'm fighting right now. The demon is healing faster than I can hurt it. I flex my fingers. This isn't going well.
All of a sudden there's a light off to the side. It distracts the demon long enough for me to make a break for it. I reach the light which is next to some heavy foliage. I grab whatever is creating the light and dive into the cover.
The demon walks right past me. I inch back then look at the thing in my hand. It's a blade. One I've never seen before. The blade is as long as my forearm and looks like it's made of glass. The edges look very sharp. What is this light?
Just as I think this the demon's tail wraps around my neck and pulls me out of hiding. Damn it! I let my guard down again. The demon whips me around and slams me into a tree then onto the ground. I should have at least a couple broken ribs after that.
I look at the blade I found. It's light is pulsing. A name pops into my head. I have the strange urge to speak it. I'm lying on the ground trying to catch my breath. I speak in a breathless whisper. "Raziel!"
The blade explodes with light. I close my eyes. The demon shrieks in pain and surprise. It's so bright, but it's like a warmth filling me. It feels like I'm safe and being protected.
The demon falls back. I look over at the demon in confusion. I look at the blade in my hand. What the hell is this thing? I push myself to my feet then look at the demon. It's hissing at me. I flex my fingers on the strange blade. I run forward and slash downward. The demon bleeds black blood. It actually worked.
I push my hair back then pull off my sweater. I run forward and drop down onto the demon with the blade pointed at its heart. The blade sinks into the demon's chest with a sickening, wet, sound. I pull back and stand aside as the demon shrivels up then turns to dust.
When the demon is gone I look at the blade. The light has faded now that the fighting is over. It feels right in my hand for some reason. Before, when I would hold a blade, it would make me feel sick. This is the opposite. It fills me with a feeling of elation.
I stick the blade into my boot then grab my sweater. I keep on walking. I realize that the cameras are still out. I turn and start running in the direction I know the base is. I keep running until I hear something big coming from behind me. I look over my shoulder. My eyes widen slightly. This demon is much bigger than the last one.
This one has bulging muscles, razor teeth, and blackness for eyes. I turn and start running. I go at full speed. Suddenly, I hear the cameras come back on. I don't care. I'm not fighting another demon. Then I feel a warmth spread from my left boot. The blade.
It wants me to fight, but I don't want to in front of the cameras. I keep on running until I find good cover. I push my hair away from my face. I control my breathing. Then I feel a presence just outside the hollow log I'm hiding in. I see the camera watching me. I make a face then reach out to grab it, bur the log is shaken before I can touch it. I place my hand over my mouth to keep from making noises.
The shaking stops then the log is rolled violently. I get flipped over roughly. My hands get scraped up. It's a good thing I was wearing my sweater otherwise that would have been worse. I lie still until the presence is gone. I rub the sweat off my forehead. I need to get rid of this sweater. It's really only getting in the way.
When I crawl out of the log I see that the land around me has been disturbed. There are broken branches and dirt displaced into little mounds. That demon was seriously one ugly son of a bitch.
I take off my sweater and this time tear up the sleeves to make bandages for my hands. I rip other strips and tie them around my arms just in case I need bandages later one. I'm sure I will considering what's on this island.
I feel a lot freer with just my tank top and breathable jeans. I'm glad I decided to wear boots. Best decision so far. I head off in the direction I know the compound is at. I make it seem like I don't know where I'm going, but I've always been good with directions.
As I keep on going I feel my broken ribs, bruises and scraped up hands staring to wear me down. I sit against a tree to catch my breath. I can't do anything about the pain my ribs are forcing onto me. I wish I had some morphine. That would make everything a lot better.
After a few minutes I stand and continue walking. I'm so hungry right now. I need to find something to eat soon. Then I notice something from the sky. A few of them. A few planes are passing by overhead. I look at what's falling. It's a small crate held up by parachutes. I run toward it.
When I get there two people are already searching through it. A man and a woman. They look at each other and smile. A couple? I move forward so I'm visible to them. "Step away from the crate."
The man and woman look up. The man points a gun at me. I pull my knife out and throw it with lightning fast reflexes. It hits him squares on the center of his chest. He gets off one shot that I dodge, but it grazes my left thigh. The woman lets out a heartbroken cry. "JOSE!"
I sigh and move forward. The woman grabs the gun from her dead lover's hands. "You'll pay for that."
As quickly as the words leave her mouth I run forward, take the gun and stab her in the throat with my other knife. I pull it out then wipe it on the grass. I grab my other one from the man then check the gun. It's loaded. There are a couple of magazines in the box. There's also water and some food. I grab it all and quickly leave.
As I'm walking I drink some water and take a bite of beef jerky. It feels good to taste something again other than my own spit and blood. I stick the gun in the back of my pants so my hands were free for me to use to eat. I push my hair back with the back of my hand. I need to think.
Getting off this island by force is easy enough. Getting off while killing fourteen other people, if they haven't already killed each other, getting a pardon for my crimes and getting ten thousand dollars is a little harder. I think it would be quite the challenge, but a good one. I haven't tested my skills in a while.
On my way to the compound I finish my food, but I feel like I'm being watched. I think I remember Valentine saying something about this being a show. It's one hell of a messed up show. I can't imagine the kinds of people who watch this. Must be a bunch of sick assholes.
As I'm walking I come across a cave. It looks like a good place to stay for the night. I walk inside then immediately feel the danger. I close my water then stick my food into my back pocket. I sit against the wall of the cave then sigh.
I hear the footsteps moving closer. I pretend not to hear them. Then they break into a run. I sit up then stand. Whoever it is knocks into me hard. I get dropped to the ground. The person is really big. I look up. This guy could pass as a mixed martial arts fighter.
Being so tiny I can manage to wiggle myself out of his grasp. He watches me carefully. I push my hair away from my face. "Well, this isn't fair."
The man's scowl deepens. "How does a little girl like you get into this sort of situation?"
I sigh in exasperation. "Damn it! Why the hell do people keep saying that? I'm not as young as I look. That's what I get for being so damn short."
The man shakes his head. "I'm going to hell for killing a little girl."
That's it. I run forward and drop kick him. I land on my hands then push myself up. Before the man has a chance to get up again I move forward and jump onto his chest. I hear something crack. He grabs my legs and throws me off. I land hard on my back.
I roll over quickly behind his foot connects with the side of my head. I move into a low crouch and watch him carefully. Something passes between us. I reach into my belt and pull out one of the knives. I throw it to him. I pull out the other then stand.
We circle each other slowly. I recognize that look in his eyes. Neither of us likes killing and neither of us want to be the one to kill the other. We don't even need to speak. The words travel between us.
At the same time we strike. I get cut on my left forearm and I get him on his side. We back away then go at it again. I fake a strike then kick his legs out from under him. He rolls to his feet. I come up behind him and grab his head. I twist it sharply.
His body goes limp. I let him fall to the ground. I'm breathing hard. Damn it. I rub the sweat off my forehead. I grab my other knife and leave the cave quickly.
I don't look back. If it's going to go according to plan I need to make sure that I don't let on that anything is different. I know that I need to get some more rest before I head off to the next obstacle.
