Another chapter! Stevie comes face to face with the queen of evil...Lucy Stone!

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 3:01 P.M. (Deserted Island: Southern Mountains)

Stevie was overcome with fatigue…her legs felt numb and she couldn't even dream about moving them right now. She sat there right next to Nelson's awkward body; his red rodent eyes were wide open and his mouth was completely coated with gooey webs of blood. Stevie stared at Lucy with cold eyes as she looked the red and black haired girl over like a dirty criminal. What was she up to?

"What do you want?" Stevie grumbled with a dark tone. She was in no mood for what Lucy had to say…she didn't have the energy.

"I…I just wanted to see if you were okay. I witnessed the whole brawl break out between you guys. You holdin' up okay Stevie?" for some strange reason…Lucy had a terribly kind ring to her voice and had a reassuring smile on her pretty little face, but Stevie had to be careful…she wasn't going to fall into her clutches so easily.

Wait a second…did she just call me Stevie! Something's up… Stevie narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Lucy never referred to people by their first name unless they were in her tight knit group of followers or a part of her family…but she didn't have any family (I should say it as if it were sad but…). Usually, Lucy always talked to people using their last names to demean them and make them feel lower than her.

Lucy kept that sweet smile on her 'angelic' face and gave a sympathetic look while offering a hand to help Stevie up. Stevie was a little hesitant, but decided that if she had to run for any reason…she'd have to be on her feet. As she was being raised up, she grabbed the switchblade handle and pulled it straight from Nelson's oozing mouth. A gagging noise happened as she did so and his head lifted slightly and fell back down onto the ground with a thud.

"Whoa!" Lucy laughed, "did you kill the stupid ass perv…with that?" Stevie widened her eyes and looked over at her red hand that was holding the blade. Her wrist was still badly bruised and toned with purple.

"Yeah…what's it to you," Stevie responded, still glaring coldly at her. Lucy had never had a kind bone in her wicked body and when she did show kindness it was always plot. That was just who she was…trick 'em and leave 'em.

"Well Stevie…I must say I'm pretty impressed with you. Speaking from one hot babe to another," Lucy chuckled while flipping her streaked hair behind her shoulder. Hot babe? That was Lucy alright but…

What the hell is she up too? Lucille Stone…nice! Yeah right! I'm not buying this crap that she's trying to feed me.

"Thanks…I guess," was all Stevie responded with while keeping her narrowed eyes on her. She then looked down into Lucy's hand and saw a gun…a gun! "I knew it…"

"Knew what?" Lucy responded with a shocked look.

"Don't play dumb. You're only intention is to kill me Lucy. Isn't that right?" Stevie smirked at her while backing away ever so slowly. Her leg throbbed excessively but Stevie knew that the only way to survive was to run. She had to, Lucy had a gun and there was no way in hell that she would be able to win due to the condition she was in.

"No, I'm not going to kill you," Lucy giggled in an innocent manner. She still had the gun pointed down had hadn't risen it to her yet. Was Lucy really going to help her?

"Then why are you talking to me…why are you being so nice?" Stevie asked while cold winds blew the leaves over there planted feet. "It's not the Hardcore Stone way to be showing any kindness right? So what's the catch Lucy?"

Lucy drew a deep breath while maintaining the believable smile she had on her face. The wind caused her hair to flutter in the air in gorgeous way. If it came to girls that actually had no fear when it came to Lucy…it was Stevie. Stevie was to proud and too intimidating herself to be held under the blood babe's spell.

"The truth…well Stevie, you've always been intriguing to me. Not in a secret lesbian crush way or anything like that, just…you were so different from everyone else. You were never scared of anything, including me and that's sayin' something," Lucy grinned from how impressed she was. Wait…why is she referring to Stevie in past tense…like she wasn't here anymore.

Stevie eyes widened as she looked at Lucy's face gradually change back to the way it was. A face that resembled the wicked witch of the west from Oz. A look she and everyone else knew all too well.

"What do you mean?" Stevie took a few steps backwards; her leg trembling from underneath her. She kept her cold eyes glued to Lucy's evil daggers as she continued to speak.

"I was always jealous of you Stevie. You were so pretty…so fierce and head-strong. You were the perfect definition of how a girl should be."

My God…Dear Lord! Help me! Lucy…she's up to something. I just know it! Dear God, give me the strength to get the hell out of here!

"But…I really like girls like you. Guess that does make me a dyke, but who cares right?" Lucy twinkled her eyes playfully and batted them at Stevie.

"Wait! You said that you watched Nelson fight me…why didn't you come to help me Lucy? Let me guess…you wanted him to kill me? Rooting for the old perv eh? Now that I beat him…you probably came down here to finish me off yourself! Talk about Hardcore Stone cold!" Stevie grinned and continued to step backwards in an attempt to make a run for it. Lucy shook her head and began to sigh in disappointment.

"Wow Stevie…I could've spared your…kind of pretty face. But I guess some bitches just have to go down hard," she let a dark smile come on to her face as she raised the gun. Stevie turned on her heel and took off at top speed. Although she wasn't going as fast as she normally did, the fact that her body was covered with injuries and her leg was wounded to the core would really impress her track coach.

"C'mon Stevie! Keep it going! Keep it up!" she heard the coach say in her head.

Over 20 meters! Not bad for a girl who's on the verge of exhaustion. Even though Stevie was dragging her wounded leg slightly, she was doing whatever it took to escape.

"Aw…Stevie. That's no fun," Lucy sighed while pointing and aiming the magnum at her with deadly fingers. "Time to die Baskara!" Lucy pulled the trigger three times in a rapid succession and smiled widely as she watched Stevie fall face forward and tumble down a hill. "You WERE alive…"

Boy # 5: Nelson Baxter (ELIMINATED)

24 Students Remaining

Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 3:12 P.M. (Deserted Island: Southern Mountain)

Zander was deep in the evergreen mountain trees, hoping to come across the girl he'd been looking for. He glanced down at the liquid screen of the track in his sweaty hand and lit up after seeing a star blink literally from just up ahead.

"Please…Please let it be her!" Zander panted with happiness while jogging in that direction.

Meanwhile…Stevie was lying on her back in utter pain after rolling down the huge hill. She was at her limit now; she wasn't even able to move any muscles in her body thanks to the shots she endured. Lucy fired three shots into her back and even damaged a major nerve in the process. Stevie knew that Lucy was up to something…but she was hoping that she would be able to get away at least.

Luckily for her, Lucy thought she was dead after that violent drop and ran off into the opposite direction…but Stevie couldn't careless. She was losing blood fast and there was no way that she could move or even stop the bleeding herself. There was no one around either…she was on her own now.

Zander…Zander, where? Where are you?

"Big sis! Don't go! Please stay!" she heard her little sister's (Jackie's) voice echo through her light head as if it they were in a stadium. Stevie suddenly appeared in a blank place. There was nothing around her except darkness and in the distance was her little sister with tears pouring from her small eyes. "Stevie! Why do you have to go? Don't leave me! It'll be lonely without you!"

"Don't cry little Jacks! I'll be alright…trust your big sis okay?" Stevie tried running to her but instead they just became further apart with each step. "No! Jackie!" Stevie screamed as she started to frantically run with tears in her eyes.

Soon, she saw her mother and father as well. They were as sad as can be while holding Jackie by the shoulders; crying their eyes out. Her mother had a cross necklace that she always wore for years around her neck and her father had his hair neatly combed to the side. The perfect Christian family… "Mom? Dad?" Stevie whispered. She heard her voice resonate in the darkness and shook her head in anger. "No…I'm not going anywhere…Tell mom and dad that I'm not going anywhere! You hear me Jackie! Anywhere!"

Suddenly, the scene changed to a park…the park near her old house. She remembered it perfectly due to the red painted swings that flew in the wind and the beautiful slide than seemed to run for miles in a kid's eyes.

"Lookit him!" screamed a little boy. He looked like he was twelve…wait…it's Simon! That jerk…didn't he die during predawn of the game? Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore. There were two other boys as well, Ned and Owen. Ned laughed like a complete moron while pointing his finger at the small boy while Owen stood there with sympathy on his little face.

On the drenched sidewalk was a broken batman action figure, the one Zander had. The rain poured down hard while the three… two boys teased him while Owen stood there with pursed lips. "Wait…is that Zander?" Stevie looked down and saw a small boy crying into his hands while on his knees. His black hair was soaked from the rain.

"Look at the crybaby!" Simon squealed in laughter while running off with his two henchmen right behind him.

"Zander…you little wimp," she shook her head while staring at his bawling form.

"Hey! Zander!" a voice called from the side. It was small, but strong and it belonged to…Stevie! Twelve year old Stevie stood there with a black umbrella while raising her eyebrow as always. Zander looked up and began to look at her in confusion.

"S-Stevie," he choked on his tears while holding his action figure like it was a dying loved one. Little Stevie narrowed her eyes at him while putting a hand on her small hip to emphasize her lovable attitude.

"Stop. Stop crying would ya? Boys do not cry! You gotta be tough! Be strong…stop being a crybaby Zander Robinson," she scolded him with a smirk on her face.

"Such a crybaby…Thank you…Thank You God that he grew out of it!" Stevie said while staring at her smaller self with a grin. "Man I was still as tough as nails then!"

"Stevie! Stevie say something! Damn it all! Stevie!" she heard a voice scream from above in the raining clouds. It sounded so familiar that it made her smile and everything faded into white. "Stevie it's me! Zander! C'mon wake up!"

For some reason, only Zander could do that…make her smile.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Zander finally come into focus. His eyes were blurry with tears as he held her head up. Still? Still the crybaby…

"Stevie!" he continued to weep into her bloody shoulder; the one that suffered a stab wound, however, she felt too numb to care. The trees behind him looked blurry and everything sounded like a phone call being broken up in static.

"Stevie! Hold on! You just hold on!" his head was outlined by the soft afternoon light as it cloaked over them through the treetops. Stevie began to smile through the pain and even moved her hand up to his tear stained cheek. Sadly it felt like she was forcing open a heavy steel door and watched her arm tremble crazily from the pain, but she managed. She felt his cheek somewhat, and wiped the tear away from his brown eye.

"Big boys don't cry Zander," she said in a hoarse whisper. Zander just shook his head and smiled at how she could throw a tease at him at a time like this.

"Shut up," he laughed while holding her close to his shaking body and felt the warmth that she still had. He let her grow apart from him and stared into her eyes while squinting as his lips trembled. "Who! Who did this Stevie…was it Nelson? I saw him up there. Was it him?"

Stevie completely forgot about that sick pervert. In fact, she didn't really remember anything…except, "I was always jealous of you Stevie. You were so pretty…so fierce and head-strong. You were the perfect definition of how a girl should be."

Lucy! That bitch did this to me! I hate her…actually I always hated her! But now, I wish she was dead… Stevie thought grimly while staring back at her dear friend. "Lucy…Stone."

Zander's eyes went completely wide and his mouth opened slightly in terror from the mention of her name.

"Hardcore Stone…she…shot me. Watch out Zander. Watch out for her okay….promise?"

"Y-yeah…God damn it! I promise Stevie…I'm so sorry!"

Stevie tilted her head slightly to the side a bit and gave a surprised look.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry?"

"I waited for you…back at the school last night but, you ran off. Even after taking an arrow, you ran like you always did," he smiled briefly while feeling the tears come right back to him. "Damn! I should have ran after you!"

"Stop…please it wasn't your fault okay?" Stevie grinned weakly up at him. "Help me up…please help me up Zander."

Zander obeyed immediately and slowly raised her from the golden leaf ground. He gently laid her in his arms and they both looked up at the beautiful blue sky as time moved on…the game was coming closer to being over. Stevie understood the fate that awaited her but in her head she still heard her entire family screaming in agony for her to stay.

Man…all these tears…all the crying. She looked over at the boy next to her and heard him sob lightly with his eyes fixed on the passing clouds.

"S-so…you've been looking for me…all this time? Y-you're s-s-so sweet," she chuckled but coughed right afterwards from the pain. "Hey…Z-Zander?" Zander looked at her and widened his eyes with anticipation.

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever wonder…whether or not…we could ever be something more? Ya k-know? More than friends?" Stevie sat there in his arms with a weak smile while half-closing and half-opening her eyes. Zander immediately turned red and began babbling in a nervous state.

"Uh…you uh! You're….Stevie you know that we've been f-friends and! Oh don't tell me! You…uh."

"Such…a dork," she laughed even though the pain was becoming too unbearable to handle. "Close your mouth Zander. Y-you're gonna draw flies with that thing open," she reached up slowly and tilted his chin up; closing his gaping mouth. Her hand stayed there for a few more seconds as she looked up into his eyes and smiled peacefully again.

"Stevie…" he whispered with a small smile as she moved slightly in his arms.

"Is…she in our class? L-lucky girl. I bet…I bet she'll be happy to have you Zander," she whispered to him quietly. Zander didn't answer or even respond…he just cried. He cried and Stevie felt warm tears fall onto her cheek and trickle down to her chin. She looked up into the bright sky with her dozing eyes and closed them slowly.

Dear God…before I go…please let me say…just one last thing.

"Zander…you really turned into quite the stud," she slowly whispered and began to smile calmly. Zander laughed through his tears and cupped her bloody cheek.

"You…Stevie you are the most stylin' girl I've ever laid my eyes on. You're my best friend! I'm so glad I had you…so glad that I got to meet you Stevie! So glad, precious friend," he sobbed with a wide smile. "You're so precious to me Stevie."

Precious? That…that's nice…Thank you Zander

"Stevie!" Zander cried from the rain drenched sidewalk while at the park. "When I graduate…I'm gonna be the toughest guy out there! Yeah, I'm gonna know it all," the small boy radiated with determination and Stevie could feel it.

"Okay. Looking forward to it!" was all she responded with as the rain continued to pat down on her umbrella.

Stevie looked up in gratitude and was happy. She was happy that she wasn't alone anymore…she was happy that she found the one person she cared for. The last person she was staying with…was Zander and Stevie couldn't have asked for more. She thanked God for this even.

"Thank…you," she said in a small whisper before closing her eyes with a peaceful smile on her face.

"Stevie! No…Stevie don't," Zander cried while holding her body in his trembling arms. Tears flooded his eyes and he just wept. He wept into her hair and noticed something…the blue beanie. "You…you're wearing it. Stevie…you really liked it," he cried while patting the blue fabric.

"No Way!"

"I know, I'm awesome,"

"Don't get too full of yourself… I might just wear this throughout the entire trip though,"

"Goodbye…precious friend," Zander sobbed into the beanie while holding Stevie close to his body. "I'll miss you…"

Girl # 17: Stevie Baskara (ELIMINATED)

23 Students Remaining

I felt so terrible about this chapter! What did you think? What are your thoughts about Lucy? Do you think Zander will seek Lucy and try to avenge Stevie! Keep tuned in to find out... Reviews are greatly appreciated :D