Here we are! What will become of our two close brothers! Read to find out :) Enjoy...
Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 6:13 A.M. (Deserted Island: Outer Woodland)
"Drake!" Josh screamed at the top of his lungs in an upset causing the atmosphere to suddenly go from relaxed to chaotic in an instant. His eyes were locked with Lucy's as she continued to descend like a poised assassin ready to strike at any given moment.
"What? What is it?" Drake howled in confusion while looking around him, but all he saw were swaying trees and golden piles of dry leaves.
"Above you! Lucy! Over your head!" Josh screeched with his finger pointed right up with a look of absolute distress on his usually calm face. Drake wasn't even comprehending in any way, shape or form…guess it's all up to Josh. Lucy was now a foot from taking Drake's young life with no guilt or painful remorse…just heartless bloodlust. Her cold eyes were transfixed on the center of his head; brown locks of hair, swaying perfectly over his charming eyes, as if is it were a critical bulls eye. Lucy didn't find him charming at all…but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Josh felt the remaining berries he held squish in his hands without him even noticing. The juice dripped through his soft fingers as he quickly felt his adrenaline rushing through all parts of him; brain to muscles and muscles to aching brain. His bright green eyes glanced to his hands after he felt the liquid tickle his flesh. He was surveying the berries intently and he immediately felt an idea surge through his head…
The berries…distract him with the berries! He screamed in his head after feeling his arm swing over his head like a baseball player's when throwing a fast ball. The only difference is that Josh was throwing a clump of round berries with tremendous force. They slammed into Drake's face causing them to explode like small detonators making him jump back in great shock.
"J-Josh! What the hell?" he shrieked while dabbing his cheeks with his fingertips only to see them painted with lavender. Lucy cursed under her breath with her hair fluttering above her like red and black robin birds as her feet met the forest grounds. Her sickle slammed deep into the moist dirt causing leaves and grass blades to swirl around her like a hypnotic vortex.
"Drake! It's Lucy!" Josh shrieked as he stopped dead in his tracks. Lucy yanked the blade straight from the soil with one forceful tug and stayed in her hunched position with her arms resting on her crouched knees. She let out one exasperated breath with her dark eyes glazing over the earth underneath her as her hair dangled around her hanging head; obscuring her face completely. However, only one thought crossed her mind…
Where did that fucker come from!?
Her breaths were filled with overbearing anger as she thought about how she could have killed Drake without any trouble…took his weapon since Zander pillaged hers and the TMP she stole from Jade…and dashed off without a single trace. So much for that plan.
Focus Lucy, She told herself calmly as a creepy smile that could induce shivers made its way upon her pretty little face. Play the innocent card…Convince them that you're a just a confused little girl…play these idiots like piano keys...
So what did she do?She put her acting skills to the test once again and this time it would prove how great of an actress she truly was if she could maneuver her way around this little predicament. Just Watch me now…
"Oh my…G-God! Josh? D-Drake! No…I can't believe this! I almost-" her face slowly became revealed as she tilted her head up; the red and black strands of silk hair fell from her tear stained face and the rays of morning sunlight captured her perfectly. The rolling tear drops were like liquid crystal until they dripped from her chin and splashed upon the golden and fiery orange leaves around her.
Drake was the one who was stupefied and his chocolate brown eyes were quivering in an alarming manner. "L-Lucy…you…YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!" he raised his laid back voice into a horribly ear-splitting scream of anger. "You little bitch!"
The gun he was holding in his lap calmly was now hazardously pointed at Lucy's trembling form and everything went dead quiet except for the sound of wind blowing through the scene. "Drake! Please…I-I didn't mean to! I was scared! I thought…I thought you were like the others! I thought you were playing the game!" she wailed convincingly with tears flooding her distressed eyes that reflected the glowing sunrays.
"Bullshit! I was just sitting there writing down some rhymes for my songs! How in the hell would you think I'm 'playing'?" Drake barked madly with his eyes glaring at Lucy, obviously not buying her performance in any way.
"Drake!" Josh was able to cry from the sidelines as he watched everything begin to unfold second by second. "D-Don't shoot! She's just a girl!"
"Just a girl?" Drake growled with an ugly laugh as his hair began to gleam in the peeking light. "This is Lucy! Not 'Just a girl' Josh! You saw it yourself!"
"I know! I know, but look at her! She's so scared Drake and you h-have no idea what she's been through out here!"Josh began to yell uncontrollably which seemed a little odd considering he always was the reserved and quiet individual near the back of their classroom.
What I've been through? Well…I have been killing a lot of people and it has been a bit tiring. Josh, you're such a sweet heart for taking my wellbeing into consideration. Lucy laughed within her shaking head as she continued to put on the entire 'scared little girl' act.
Drake did nothing but sneer at his naïve brother who would always try and see the good in everyone…even if they were nothing but lowlifes with nothing to claim to. His finger was placed achingly over the rebounding trigger and if he wanted to flaunt the fact that he could blow her head off without thinking twice in a second. "And why in God's name should we give a crap what this whore's 'been through'!? Look…God Damn it Josh! She's got a freakin' scythe! Like those grim reapers in the movies!"
A scythe? You fucking idiot…Lucy sighed in her stream of peaceful thoughts as she resumed her display of hysteria.
"It's a sickle Drake," Josh groaned even though the fact didn't matter at all. Drake rolled his eyes instantly and jabbed the gun in Lucy's direction as if he was emphasizing his authority over her.
"Who cares!? Fact of the matter is…she tried to kill me. Would have gotten you too once you showed up."
"N-No…That's not… that's not true!" Lucy tried to howl intensely but instead it came out in a series of choked sobs. Perfect. Convince these losers…
Her eyes were turning as red as a pair of tainted cherries as she continued to cry like a pathetic fool. "What do you mean that's not true! You were about slice my head open with that…that thing! Josh!" Drake whipped his head frantically over to his shaky brother with a look of disbelief. "Don't you have eyes? She tried to KILL. ME. K-I-L-L…M-E. Kill Me!"
Lucy immediately locked her puffy eyes on her blood stained sickle and began to squeak in fright. She hastily threw it to the ground in a fit of disgust; staring at it in horror as it slammed into a pile of brittle leaves. "God…Drake I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you…Josh, anyone! I-I was looking at you from up there…I was trying to figure o-out if…if you were dangerous or-or not. Someone I could trust! But I lost my balance…" Lucy paused real quickly to let out a few 'sniffles' that made the whole excuse ten times more authentic. As the two boys stared upon her with attentive looks, she continued, "I lost my balance and fell off the ledge and..and! I-I a-almost…I'm so sorry!"
"Crap! All of it!" Drake seethed impatiently as he beastly kicked a rugged old tree stump causing a few branches to sway gently; the sound fresh golden leaves falling and fluttering in the air became the only thing to be heard. "Then tell me…Lucy 'Hardcore'…How in the hell did those blood stains get on your sickle'? Hm? How did you get red spots on it? Hardly doubt you 'tripped' and fell into a bucket of blood red paint!"
Lucy's eyes grew unbelievably wide as she stared at the crimson red splotches on her sickle…Crap!
Just her luck…
"Um…I-I…Nelson! Nelson tried to rape me! He tried to rip off my uniform! I…I-I…I killed him…but I had to! He was going to attack me. Please! Please don't hurt me!" Lucy bawled with her mascara running like a pitch-black waterfall down her flushed cheeks.
"Wow!" Drake replied with a simple laugh escaping his dry throat. "Howabout a round of applause for our favorite little skank! You honestly expect to us to believe all of this crap?"
The overwhelming sunlight had now begun to shine brilliantly from above and managed to seep in-between the glowing leaves overhead. Josh was bathed in the golden light and his green eyes sparkled with doubt as he stared at Lucy's miserable form.
"Drake! Please…Don't," Josh whispered with a light hearted smile.
"Josh! No! No way in hell! Don't believe her! Don't fall for her tricks!" Drake screeched with a tone of disbelief as he stared wide eyed at his brother. His hands were still grasping the gun with sweaty hands and his eyes were illuminated from the slivers of light.
"Drake…Lucy is in the same situation we are. Look at how scared she is."
"What?" Drake replied with a dumfounded laugh.
"We all need to stop and think. We need take a deep breath and look at our options…if you shoot her down like a deer from the hunt, are you going to feel good or guilty? Those are the questions we need to ask ourselves. Think Drake. Just stop and think," Josh collectedly informed with his eyebrows furrowed in thought.
No one uttered a word after Josh wisely spoke. What was the use?
Lucy gave him a relieved smile of appreciation as he grinned tranquilly at her with his lime green eyes shining continuously in the sunlight.
Wow…she thought with an impressive feeling rising within her trembled body. The video game dork saves the day, huh…Who would have known? Very impressive Mr. Josh Nichols. Interesting at most…but very impressive.
Drake stood there with an unsure look on his smooth face as he thought about Josh's speech word by word. He groaned in displeasure before lowering the gun from Lucy's horribly soaked face from the profuse crying and gave his noble brother a defeated sigh in response. "Damn! Then what do we do?"
"Good question," Josh answered with a calm whisper before tapping his pale finger on the tip of his chin as he pondered their next set of moves.
Josh was always a great tactician…maybe that's why they both survived this long. Perhaps he learned it all from all of the RPGs he would always indulge himself with or the constant survival games he spent playing into the late hours of the sleepless night.
Lucy gazed back and forth between the two teenage boys with anxious eyes as they contemplated. Hm…I know exactly what you would love to do with me music boy. Sadly, you're not my type Parker. However, Nichols is actually pretty cute. Who would have thought it?
Lucy was yanked from her thoughts slightly after she heard the snap of fingers fill the breezy air. "I have the perfect solution," Josh started to speak with a leadership feel to his usually timid voice. "We need to give Lucy the benefit of the doubt. I mean, she honestly could have started to 'off' us when we were asleep, right? So…I say we start by trusting Lucy!"
"Trust? Lucy? Those two words cannot be used in the same sentence." Drake sighed unconvinced with his swoopy bangs shaking in rhythm with his head. "Josh, I don't think you understand who we're dealing with here."
Lucy stood there hanging onto Josh's every word anxiously with her sparkling blue tears continuing to well up within her eyes. C'mon Josh! Work for me!
The video game lover simply stood there with his eyes peacefully surveying the golden grounds until a smile indicating a solution came to his mind. The sound of the ocean waves splashing against the bright sandy shores could faintly be heard along with the amazing gusts of winds.
God…C'mon video game geek! Bring me Home! Lucy urgently whispered in her head while biting her lip gloss tainted lips that still had a hint of cherry flavoring on them.
"Probation!" Josh burst out with a snap of the fingers once again, but all it did was capture confused looks from his rock star brother and the 'innocent' mean girl. "Sorry, let me clarify. Why don't we put Lucy under surveillance, meaning we have her under watch 24/7."
"Seriously?" Drake asked high pitched as if perplexed by the idea. Josh merely nodded with an amused laugh before continuing his series of flawless tactic ideas.
"You bet. We can have her in custody! That way she's safe because she's with us and we're safe because we have a careful eye on her at all times. Everybody wins!"
"I…I guess that can work," Drake groaned still not convinced that Lucy was all that she seems. His almond eyes were still fixed on her in a glare that made her shiver in disgust, but all she did was place all of her attention on Josh and began to shower him with endless praise.
"Josh! Oh! I'll do…I-I'll do whatever it takes! Thank you! Thank you so much! I always knew you were a nice boy Josh…such a nice boy."
"Oh…uh, t-thanks. I…uh…um! T-Thanks a lot," Josh stammered as he nervously began to chuckle and his cheeks began to turn a shade of shy pink. Lucy did nothing but smile sweetly at him as if to show that she thought his embarrassing nature was cute to her. Drake just stood off to the side with his eyes rolling nonstop at how stupid this whole thing was.
"Alright! Alright! C'mon Josh! Search her!" Drake demanded with his head gesturing to Lucy. All Josh did was stare at him with a pair of confused, wide eyes and his mouth hung open like a gaping tunnel.
"Search her?" Josh repeated like an innocent child who's never the phrase before in his life. "You mean…You mean touch her? Touch her everywhere?"
"Yep. Oh, and be thorough!" Drake scolded with his gun back up and aimed straight for Lucy's shocked face. Her eyes were wide in terror as Drake started to urge his brother to frisk her down like a criminal…even though she actually had some run-ins with the law in the past, but it's not like they know any of those details.
"But! B-But…I can't…Drake? C-Can't you d-do it?" Josh timidly asked with his eyes downcast shyly as he tapped his foot into the heaps of sun colored leaves.
"No, because keeping her was your idea. Now check her and just remember that I've got you're back okay?" Drake proposed soothingly to take down his brother's hardened nerves. Josh nodded slowly as he stared up at Lucy's vulnerable body that seemed suggestive…almost seducing. Her dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top; revealing her beautiful chest that seemed to make Josh's mind go blank. Her skirt was loosely fitted around her waist giving anyone that glances, a peek at the waistband of her black lace panties.
"What! Josh! What are you all scared about? Just pat her down! " Drake began to become impatient and his laid-back voice heightened in volume again.
"I never touched a girl before!" Josh gave a slight croak after looking at Lucy's body once more. It reminded him of something…something horrific. An event in his past that can't be rewritten or erased.
"What about Mindy? Remember? Your boring girlfriend? The one that never seemed to enjoy life? Didn't you get it on with her?" Drake questioned with his eyes locked on Josh.
"N-No…We never did…t-that, um…Look! I just can't okay?"Josh sputtered with his head beginning to throb painfully.
"Josh…it's okay sweetie. This is what love is supposed to feel like."
"But…it feels funny…Aunt Cindy?"
"Shhh…It's okay. Just close your eyes."
"Josh?" Drake began to speak causing the kind and reserved boy to jerk from his past recollections.
"W-What!" Josh stuttered with his memories overtaking his mind as Lucy's seductive form continued to spark all the horrors in his past. Drake looked at him with a concerned expression as he blinked his confused brown eyes as they shone in the sunlight.
"Josh, it's okay," Lucy squeaked from her spot as a source of shade from a towering tree began to overcast a consoling shadow over her. "I understand completely. You have to be sure…I know you won't touch me like…like the other boys do."
That's it Nichols…take the bait. I'll make this become the biggest moment of your life next to you winning your most favorite 'nerd' game, or whatever. Lucy sighed within her head sinisterly as she examined the shy boy carefully. She watched him move closer to her with hesitation in his every step. "Josh, it's okay. Really…I understand. If this is what it takes, then so be it."
"I'm sorry Lucy," Josh breathed deeply with his eyes shut tight as he placed his soft hands on her ribs and began to feel for anything suspicious. She jumped in his touch and began to breathe heatedly as he moved his hands down the sides of her perfectly curved body until they were rested on her structured hips.
"Josh…" she gasped with her body arched so that she seemed surprised by the sensation. Showtime…that was the only thing that came to Lucy's mind as she began to use her body to get what she desired once again.
Josh hopped backwards with a yelp after hearing her moan in that fashion; nearly tripping over a tree's thick root that was unveiled from the ground. "Lucy! I'm sorry! Did I…Did I hurt you? I'm so…Lucy?"
"No…I'm okay. I just didn't know you…had such a way with your hands," Lucy innocently replied sweetly while batting her eyelashes playfully.
Slut…Drake seethed within his head as he continued to stare daggers into Lucy with his lip trembling in fury. He knew she was trying to play them, but it aggravated him to end that his brother was falling straight into her deadly trap.
"Josh…pay attention man! Next, I need you to check in-between her legs."
Josh's skin color became paler than usual, almost resembling the color of blank snow they would get in their driveway back home. "Why? In-between her legs? Drake! That's kind of going too far," he snapped with his voice becoming empowered.
"Dude, I'm not asking you to feel her up! Just check for any hidden weapons! You know how this chick is!" Drake snarled with his gun fixed on Lucy's perfect forehead. "Just do it Josh!"
"N-No. Her…Her lady parts are up there! I-I can't do that to her," Josh argued as he felt Lucy wrap her fingers around his arm as if to cling to him for protection.
"Josh…go ahead," she squeaked with tears streaming down her cheeks. However, Josh merely shook his head with his sympathetic eyes looking straight into hers with overbearing shame.
"No, Lucy I can't. I can't do this."
"It's okay. J-Josh, it's fine. Drake is just trying to be thorough and anyway…H-He's right…I-I…I hid a…a-a taser. I hid it in my…my panties," Lucy sobbed with her hypnotic eyes painted with fear as she buried her face into the palms of her hands. Drake almost jumped ecstatically after hearing her confession and nearly howled with laughter.
"Ha!" he jeered with his pink, thin lips curving into a grin. "I knew it! See, Josh! There you go! How's that for being trustworthy?" he was obviously getting way to trigger happy considering the fact that he kept on tapping it every single second as he let out a series of merry snorts.
"Big deal! She has a weapon! And so do we! You've got a gun that you keep on poking her with! We all need something for protection Drake," Josh came straight for her defense with his eyes dazzled with determination.
"Josh. I trust you! Just do it!" Lucy wailed with sobs flowing from her throat like a chorus of horrid cries. Cue the tears and…action! Lucy let her helpless façade come back into play and she let her transparent tears drip onto the ground like depressing raindrops. "Nobody really knows me…Lucy the bad girl. The girl who has it all…the girl that can take care of herself," Lucy whined with her throat erupting with hiccups which made her come off as more helpless. Steady Luce…don't overdo it! "I know what they say…I know what you really think of me Josh."
"No! Lucy it's okay!" Josh frantically took an attempt to give some reassurance to the wrecked girl, but she continued to sob like a little girl who lost her dearest pet. "No…it's okay. You can get the taser yourself. We don't need to touch you…we don't need to look."
"Josh! God Damn it! Have you lost your big head of a mind! That's just what this cold hearted snake wants!" Drake stormed as the gust of clean air became chilling like the arctic and started to induce shivers within everyone. The weather was never steady and always up-and-down…nothing they could do about it.
"Josh," Lucy began with a sad smile, "You can take it. I trust you, okay?"
"Lucy…I-" Josh started to refuse but Lucy instantly beat him to it.
"It's okay…Josh, you're different. You're not like the others…not like the other boys."
I'll say…this Galaxy Wars dork is almost easier than Vega was that first night! Looks like I'm gonna be in the clear…
Josh sharply took in a gasp of the cold air which made his teeth click together rapidly. He kneeled down with his eyes shut tight once again; trying to shove those horrid memories to the back of his head. He slid his hand up underneath her uniform skirt and up her cream colored thigh slowly while biting his lip harshly, almost drawing blood.
"Josh…that feels nice honey," he remembers his thirty year-old aunt sighing pleasurably. It made him tremble in pain and the horrible feeling in his head returned.
"Aunt Cindy? Why are you making me do this?" a small voice squeaked innocently in his head. It was a seven year-old Josh Nichols…a choked sob in his tiny voice.
"Because…this is how you show love…this how I show my love for you and this how you show your love for me."
Josh almost felt like vomiting as these events revisited his serene state of mind.
After what seemed like hours, his fingers finally reached the hem of her panties; the lace design could almost be felt from underneath the tips of his shaky fingers. "Ah jeez!" he hissed uncomfortably as he felt around her waist until he managed to finally locate a miniscule device that felt almost like a remote control for a boom box; it was that tiny.
With a flooded feeling of relief, he quickly drew the device from the seductive girl's black as night underwear and held it high into the air while standing back up.
"Here…the taser! Satisfied Drake?" Josh mumbled with his eyes welling up with tears as he came back to reality. Drake snarled with a sneer before shrugging his shoulders as a bead of sweat began to roll down the side of his face.
"Not yet…tie her hands up. Use your belt Josh and make it a secure knot. No wriggle room. Remember the famous knot you tied while you were a 'Campfire Kids' scout?" Drake spoke with deep breaths coming from his mouths; his chest heaving from all of the drama. Josh looked down at shoes with half-lidded eyes and began to nod before scratching behind his white as snow ear. "Good…now, I'm still pretty beat. I mean, we barely got any sleep last night and I feel like I'm going to pass out at any second so…We'll take turns watching her. You keep an eye on her for the first hour, then I'll take over at 8:00, then at 9:00 it'll be your turn and so on. Then we'll take her along with us after that until we figure out what were going to do."
"Got it…" Josh sighed in disappointment as he undid his solid black leather belt and slid it from his gray school pants. "I'm sorry Lucy. I need you to put your hands together…like you're praying, okay?"
"Okay," Lucy agreed with a warm smile coming onto her tearstained face as Josh tied her up with the belt. His hands wouldn't stop shaking as he tightly bounded her hands and watched Drake sink underneath the shade of an oak tree with his eyes closing immediately afterwards.
The morning was now quiet and nothing could be heard except for the faint rumbling ocean waves in the distance. The brilliant sun washed over the entire island in delight and the beautiful birds began to sing softly; sending their melodies throughout the woods.
One sound that almost trumped any of those others, however, was the sound of grunts and snoring. Drake's sleeping body was balled up with his arms clutching the gun close to his small chest and his hair was starting to sway around his head whenever he moved into a different position. Lucy was sitting on a nearby log that was teetering over a shallow stream with gorgeous water. Fortunately they could use this component of nature to their advantage by filling their water bottles to the cap. Her hands were placed upon her lap and the fabric of her plaid skirt began to ruffle from the contact.
Josh was sitting right next to her; his liquid green eyes were staring off into the heart of the woods as he began to go deep in thought once more.
"Make sure to keep this whole thing a secret. Okay?" his aunt whispered sweetly to her nephew.
"O-Okay…Aunt C-Cindy," Josh whimpered as he put his small pants back on.
"Josh?" Lucy's voice whispered in concern as she saw his expression twist into one that resembled pain. "Josh, are you okay?"
Josh shook his head to force himself away from those terrible childhood memories. "Yeah…I'm uh…I'm fine."
Their feet dangled over the curved side of the log only a few feet above the calm waters that revealed a few bright colored fish swimming along the stream. Josh stared over at Lucy's hands that were bound with leather. He swore he could see her skin turn pale because it was cutting off circulation or something.
"Hope you don't hate us," he chuckled lightly with his face going back to being peaceful and composed. "We're just scared…don't know who to trust or what to do. Hearing our friends' names on the speaker doesn't help either."
Lucy gave him her full attention. Her puffy eyes were trained on him in curiosity as he continued to speak. "Drake, he's actually a nice guy. I mean sure he can irritate you and always pull jokes, but in the end…he's the best brother a guy could ask for. Oh, also…I hardly doubt he would have hurt you Lucy. He's just scared you know. We all are."
Lucy's eyes quickly scanned the slumbering boy who was threatening to blow her head off only moments ago. The gun was still held close against his rising-and-falling chest and she couldn't help but grin briefly.
Good to know Josh…good to know. She thought before giving a deep thoughtful sigh.
"Drake. He scared me a bit actually…I thought he would be a lot more caring. Guess I was wrong, he isn't sweet…like you," Lucy laughed rather lightly with an angelic smile on her mascara painted face. All Josh did was give a quiet giggle in response while scratching the back of his head timidly. His hair was still combed back in a boyishly handsome style but it only added to his shy factor. "Josh? You really do care huh? Even though you may die…you still care about, well…everyone. That takes real balls Josh. It takes real courage to care under such heavy circumstances. I'm so glad I found you."
"Lucy that's real nice of you, really it is. The only thing is that I don't see myself as being a real savior or anything," he mumbled with a smile as his cheeks began to turn beet red.
"I mean it! You really are amazing. When you where…touching me, it felt innocent not dirty…I feel so safe with you," Lucy began to laugh as tears came to her eyes once more. "So safe…"
Josh gave her a comforting smile that seemed to brilliantly glow in the gleaming morning light. "As long as we continue to trust…we'll always be safe."
"Yeah, trust," Lucy agreed with her sad eyes now shining with hope as she tapped her fingers together.
Trust? Remember to always take the trust first…Lucy began to say in her head as she continued to beam at Josh who simply returned the favor with a nice grin.
That's right…lick it up dork, but don't get too comfortable…I have a little trick up my sleeve, and let's just say. You'll never see it coming…
17 Students Remaining
Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 7:37 A.M. (Deserted Island: Lighthouse)
The sound of crystal clear shower water tapping against the bathtub floor echoed throughout the sturdy lighthouse as everyone continued to take turns showering and cleansing their bodies. However, Kendall was propped upright in a folding chair right at Beck's bedside with a groggy look on his face. His usually emerald eyes that were filled with life were now two drawling orbs with nothing but exhaustion in them.
He had been that way ever since Zander left a few hours ago and now it just became an annoying habit. The sun had now seeped through the fabric curtains over the blank white bed Beck was laying on and began to burn into Kendall's eyes as if he were a deadly vampire.
He groaned at the horribly bright rays of shining light and began to place his face in his hands to shield his weary eyeballs. The sound of joyous chatter could be heard downstairs along with the noise of running water down the hall. The familiar voices of his closest friends flooded the bedroom he was in due to the vent in the freshly painted ceiling above them that connected almost every room in the lighthouse.
"Hey! Whose turn is it for look-out duty?" Logan boomed as he scurried down the rusty spiral staircase with his machine gun intact.
"Um…I think it's Carly's turn," Cat answered while biting into a juicy apple she had retrieved from the small garden patch just outside. Who knew there would be this many resources right at their fingertips?
"Where is she?" Logan questioned as he panted for air and his chest began to expand desperately for oxygen. James threw his basketball to the ground in quick haste before running over to him in concern.
"She's in the shower. Logan are you okay? You've been a little on edge lately…maybe you should rest up a little more. I'm going to be fixing up some grub pretty soon, so until then…get some rest," James suggested with a bright smile to reveal his perfect teeth. Logan tried to resist at first, but soon gave in to the temptations of sleep once James laid him down on the soft cushions of the couch. "Atta boy," he chuckled softly while covering him with a blanket before rushing over to the pantries to retrieve a few ingredients for breakfast.
"James! Can you make pancakes?" Cat gasped with excitement as she swallowed a large piece of her apple; the sweet juice dribbling down her chin.
"Hm…what about blueberry pancakes," James suggested with an arched brow and a smile as he watched Cat start to bounce up and down happily.
"Yes! Yay! Pancakes! Yay!" she cheered as her velvet red hair swayed behind her each time she hopped up. It was pulled back in a tight ponytail with a bubbly pink ribbon which revealed her baby like face completely.
Carlos sat at the table with his arms crossed on the surface which was dressed with a bright white table cloth. He was hunched over with his chin resting on his arms as he continued listen to the bubbly girl laugh and giggle and dance around on the wide kitchen tile floors. He was biting his lip rather nervously as he watched James take out a half used box of pancake mix that seemed to be a few years old and pour it into a large blue ceramic bowl along with some clear water.
Carlos couldn't believe it…the boy who brutally murdered Kevin was just upstairs…with Kendall of all people. His eyes were almost as wide as his fists as he thought about what he would do once he woke up.
Will he kill us? Or will he kill me…I'm the only witness! Carlos cried within his painfully throbbing head as he thought about all of the terrifying predicaments. James began to stir the mixture with a rattling whisk before pouring a cup of bright violet blueberries (they had also gotten from the garden patch) into the bowl; mixing them into the thick mixture. Logan was sprawled out on the cream colored couch with his mouth slightly open as he started to sleep peacefully and his body was wrapped with the same blue blanket Carlos had just last night.
Cat continued to nibble her apple with a wide smile on her face as James turned the old oven on and a blue set of flames emerged from within and were peacefully blazing on a corner of the stove. He set a marked up old pot on the flames and started to dump the pancake batter into it in nice circle patterns.
His brown hair was still a little wet from the shower he took just a half hour ago and he was dressed in a snow colored sweatshirt that had the logo of his future college on the front (UCLA) in bright blue with solid lettering. He even had a pair of blue jeans that fitted him perfectly and he was wearing his favorite pair of Adidas.
Cat had a petite knit sweater on that was a shade of baby pink and a pair of solid black skinny jeans. Her shoes were a pair of bubblegum pink flats, but why does that matter?
Everyone else still had their uniforms on due to the fact that they still hadn't showered yet but there were still strung up clotheslines set up around the brightly lit kitchen to hold their school uniforms for washing in the bathroom. The smell of fluffy pancakes mixed with the enticing scent of sweet blueberries began to fill the air. The amazing aroma drifted through the air and made everyone's stomachs grumble in protest.
"Mmmm…And what delicious meal is our famous chef cooking this morning," Carly sighed jokingly as she took in a huge whiff of the scented air after entering the wooden doorway to the kitchen.
"Well Madame Shay, we are having a nice banquet of blueberry pancakes. Hope you enjoy the dish," James replied with a French accent over toning his voice. Carly simply giggled amusingly before taking a seat at the rectangular table; her damp raven black hair dangling over the back of the dining chair. Her entire mood seemed refreshed after her warm shower and she had a bright purple t-shirt on along with a clean jean jacket that had its sleeves folded up to her pale forearm. She also seemed to be wearing a nice violet colored skirt that came down to her mid thigh and fluttered every time she took a step.
Her cocoa colored eyes surveyed the kitchen as James began to flip the pancakes like a trained professional. "Logan looks comfortable," she laughed as her eyes fell upon his slumbering body.
"Yeah, he was pretty tuckered out. Poor guy hasn't taken his medication since Saturday morning…it's a miracle he's been able to stay stable this long," James took a deep breath as he flipped yet another pancake and caught it with the pan he held in his masculine hand. Fancy is the only word that could describe his hidden cooking talents.
"Wow…I didn't know Logan's anxiety was that bad. Are you sure he doesn't have any more pills in his bags?" the nurturing cheerleader asked while she began to brush out her locks of ebony black hair with her bright green bush. James just shook his head with a sigh causing his moist locks of sandy brown hair to go in rhythm with his movements.
"Not one. Those douche bags confiscated every single ounce he had in his luggage when we were kidnapped that night and left him with nothing. All of this is ridiculous…"
"I agree, but just like Kendall said…" Carly began with a determined voice and James and Cat chimed in as well.
"We need to stick together and fight this," they all cheered motivationally as Carlos sat near the edge of the dining table with his lip trembling in fear.
"Carlos?" Cat started to speak softly with her apple in her tiny hand as she rested it on the edge of the table. "Do you wanna take a shower now? It might help take your mind off of…you know."
Carlos gave off a cheery smile as well as a few laughs to ease everyone's worries. "I'm okay…I'll take mine last. Carly? Why don't you ask Kendall if he wants to go next?" Carly stared at Carlos for a few moments with her kind eyes giving off a sense of comfort before nodding in response.
"That's a good idea Carlos. Kendall probably needs it the most out of all of us…I mean, can you believe how great of a leader he is?"
James nodded frantically as he dumped the smoking pancakes onto a metal platter and getting them ready to be served. "Sure can! I've know Kendall forever. That's just how he is…always worrying for everyone but himself."
"Ditto. Kendall is our hero!" Cat sang with her mouth full of crushed red apple making everyone laugh whole heartedly. Carlos just sat there with worry eating away at his heart. How can they be so happy when a killer is just upstairs? How can they laugh at a time like this?
Carlos had no clue how his friends could be so nonchalant about letting Beck in…letting him stay here. After everything he told them, they still didn't believe him. They don't see…none of them see! He cried within his pounding head as he watched James serve the pancakes to everyone at the table. Carly scooted her chair out real quick to go into the cupboards to retrieve any type of syrup. Weirdly, there was a jar of strawberry syrup near the back of one of the cabinets. Coincidence?
Cat drowned her entire plate with the sticky sauce and began to stuff her face while everyone else started to dig in as well.
"God! That is so good! So, So good!" Cat groaned pleasurably before plunging another mouthful of blueberry pancakes into her mouth.
"Definitely! James, you really have a knack for this stuff," Carly stated with an amazed tone as she chewed the delicious meal. James gave off a bright, handsome smile while shrugging his broad shoulders carelessly.
"Guess it's just another one of my god given talents," James sighed as he pierced a piece of his pancake with his fork causing Carly to roll her beautiful brown eyes with a smile while Cat giggled happily. Carlos felt left out…he felt alone. He felt like no one could hear him if he spoke.
They're all so blind! None of them understand what demons can do…They don't know what demons are capable of.
Meanwhile, Kendall felt his eyes begin to close every time his mind drifted somewhere else. He couldn't even focus and his brain felt like jell-o in his head whenever he moved…a migraine was the only answer.
He fixed his eyes on Beck's unconscious form only to feel weight start to bear down on his mind like an oversized elephant. His dirty blonde hair began to ruffle underneath his fingers as he clutched his head in misery. "Ugh…sleep…need to sit out on the bench…for just a…just a few minutes," he whispered tiredly as he started recalling the basketball lingo they would use during their games. Suddenly, he heard the bedroom door open, but it actually felt like someone had just slammed a metal locker next to his ear making him groan in pain.
"Kendall? Carly started to speak softly as she witnessed the tall green eyed boy start to moan in discomfort. Kendall turned his head slowly so that he was finally facing her and began to smile kindly to her as he rubbed his eyes.
"Carly, hey…what's up?" he chuckled softly, almost hoarsely as if he had just woken up but it was the exact opposite. He was verging on overkill…
"Oh…Kendall. You look terrible," Carly began to whisper as she rushed to his side; placing her hands delicately on his shoulders.
"No…I'm…I'm fine," he let out a prolonged yawn which made Carly laugh into her hand so that he wouldn't notice.
"I doubt that Mr. Team Captain," she smirked with her hands rested on her trimmed hips. "Here, go down the hall and take a shower…it'll really help clear your head and then you can take a nice nap on the spare bed in here." She began to lift Kendall up from the folded chair without his consent making him blink a few times in confusion. He staggered a bit as they started to walk towards the door making it look like Carly was trying to aid a drunk teen to his bed.
"Carly…I can't rest…I need to be alert…I need to protect you…all of you," Kendall argued with his voice overcome with fatigue as he stumbled into the door with his hand rested on the silver handle. Carly shook her head to imply that his refusal was futile.
"Nope…you need to get some sleep. Besides, Kendall you've done so much for us. The least we can do is look out for you now," she smiled through her words as she placed his arm around her so that his hand was rested on her slim shoulder. They began to move down the hall with the smell of breakfast floating up to the upper floors.
"That smells good. Hope you guys left some for me," he laughed warmly while taking in a great whiff of the air.
"Duh. Of course! There's a plate for you by the sink along with Logan's. Poor guy's pretty wiped out also," Carly beamed brightly while sturdily walking down the glistening marble floors that offered them their reflections. The window at the far end of the hallway gave them a nice blanket of sunlight which gave the dark hall a gorgeous glow.
They finally made it to the outside door of the bathroom; the smell of lavender shampoo and strawberry scented body wash still hung in the steamy air from Carly's previous shower. She helped him inside before giving him a bright grin as he thanked her and turned on her heel to leave for her turn on look-out. As she trotted down the illuminated hall towards the staircase with her black leather boots' heels clicking the floor, Kendall began to take in deep breaths while he unbuttoned his bright white dress shirt. He revealed his pale, sculpted chest and abs and threw it to the tile ground before loosening his crimson red tie from around his neck. As he did so, he couldn't help but graze his fingers over his horribly uncomfortable metal collar and sighed at the chaffing that it was causing
"This has to be the worst grad trip ever…even though it's my only one, but still," he chuckled amusingly before slipping the slim tie from his neck and throwing it to the ground with his shirt. Just in his dress pants, Kendall slowly walked over to the moist shower curtain and reached in to turn the relieving water on. The jetting streams of water sprayed from the shower head instantly and pounded into the shower floor. He felt the warmth of the water roll off of his exposed skin and he couldn't help but close his eyes and grin at the feeling.
Within minutes Kendall was completely undressed and immersed in the relaxing shower water. He felt like ecstasy was taking him over as the jetting waters massaged into his bare back and he rubbed the cinnamon smelling body wash he brought from home over his muscular body. As he closed his eyes, he blocked out all sounds. The sound of the relieving water hitting him. The chatter from downstairs entering through the vents. The crashing waves that constantly were slamming into the lighthouse outside. The squawking chorus of seagulls that were circling above.
All that he focused on were his friends…
His little sister...
His sacrificing mother…
His girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend…Jo.
The baby they would have had…
Now that's when Kendall felt a pang of dull pain hit him in the chest. His baby…the baby they aborted after two months of finding out about Jo's pregnancy.
The pain of losing that one life destroyed his wellbeing to this very day, but now that he lost the girl who held that child. The girl he once loved…his whole world felt like it was falling apart.
However, he had to stay strong. He had to stay strong for his friends. His three other brothers and for his two best girl-friends. They were all counting on him and his leadership abilities.
"Don't worry you guys. I'll make sure we get out of this…even if it's the last thing I do," Kendall whispered softly as the water slammed against his back sending streams down to his waist and lower body and the foggy steam floated in the bathroom air.
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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 8:28 A.M. (Deserted Island: Barn)
The gusts of refreshing winds began to fly by the creaky walls of the dry red barn that Jade and Molly were residing in the previous morning and the sun gleamed over the paved roads that led to a dead end in the north. Within the shipped barn was a troubled girl with little to psychologically cling to. It was Lulu Johnson. Her eyes were as wide as can be as she stared clutched a necklace she was wearing around her neck.
It was a locket only provided to dedicated fans of Unicorn Warrior…a golden chain with rainbow crystal dangling at the end. It was really just a plastic shard with a mixture of colored dyes within it, but Lulu loved to believe that it was truly a magical crystal made from the rainbows. She grinned widely at the picture of King Rainbow…his lustrous mane glowing with vibrant colors from bright aqua blue to neon pink.
"Your highness! What now? I can't find them? Pavarotti has hidden! Her minions are gone as well…" Lulu laughed maniacally as she grimaced at the picture. "True is dead…my bestie is dead! My army has fallen! What do I do O' great King of Rainbowland!" she shrieked with a twisted smile while clutching the multicolored charm around her neck as if it was going to magically grant her powers.
"Lulu…it is simple. Locate Pavarotti using your warrior like instincts. Drive her wickedness back into the darkness and save the land," the beautiful unicorn king announced with authority.
Lulu nodded hastily as she drew the kitchen knife from her bag; its blade glistened brilliantly in the light. "Yes…Yes your highness. I must locate her henchmen first! Charmer! He is the most loyal one! Then…I will take her evil nature and annihilate it!" she growled as she drove the tip of her barbaric blade into the rotten wood that made up the wall of the barn.
Pavarotti…Lulu thought sickeningly. Tan skin…light brown hair…thin form…tan skin…light brown hair…thin form…tan skin…light brown hair…
These things rotated endlessly within her head as she thought about the head mistress of evil. She scanned her yearbook after pulling her knife free from the gash she made in the wall and screamed after stumbling upon a picture of the dark sorceress.
"Aha! Pavarotti…" she growled menacingly while placing her dirty finger on the classmate's school photo. It was Tori…Tori was the evil sorceress in Lulu's fantasy land.
Tan skin…light brown hair…thin form, Luluthought after spotting all of those qualities in Tori exactly. "I'll get you…you evil witch! I'll destroy you and save the land. Then I will be the ultimate warrior!" she howled while bringing the shining knife down with tremendous force; stabbing the smiling face of Tori Vega.
It was set…Lulu knew who she must annihilate.
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There you have it! However, what do you think Lucy is planning? What about Kendall and his gang? Where will they end up now that Beck is with them? Will Lulu find Tori before Beck can and...destroy her? Find out in the next chapter of the 61st Annual Battle Royale Competition!
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