Here is the new update. I really am not happy with it. I figured I would make up for it in the next chapter. Which I'm already working on and will hopefully have it done by either this weekend or beginning of next week ^_^ I don't own Victorious.
As they continue down the river, it was already getting dark. Neither felt what had occurred earlier by the river, should ever be repeated. They both felt tired and angry in their own way wishing a spark of remembrance would happen. As they walk Cat continued to openly watch Trina, there was some unnerving feeling she had about her, and she couldn't quite put a finger on it.
As Cat continued to watch Trina she catches her looking back at her a few times. When their eyes would meet, Trina would quickly look away, turning her attention back to the path of the river. For some small reason, this brought a small, secretive smile to Cat's lips. She wasn't even sure why, but those stolen glances were what she found a little thrilling or daring, and quite...exciting.
"I think we should stop for the night, what do you think?" Trina asks, leaning against a tree, sweat sliding down the side of her face, her body ready to retire for the night. She still had the stick held tightly in her hand feeling safe with it.
Cat on the other hand was looking doubtful. She sighs, raking her fingers through her once curled hair that is now starting to become wavy. She glances over at Trina.
"You want to stop here?" she said, Trina's question irritating her.
"Well unless you have a better suggestion." Trina answered a little taken back at Cat's harshness.
"Yeah. I think we shouldn't stop until we find a safer spot, maybe a clearing or something." her eye left eyebrow rose trying to see if the brunette will even dare disagree with her.
The brunette stared back then shrugs, "If it makes you feel better than by all means."
Cat nods. At that moment the dark haired girls eyes linger on Trina's stick, and she thinks to herself how she would feel safer with a sharp knife or a dagger, or hell even a pair of scissors. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she speaks out, "We should go ahead and continue going until we find a safer place. I don't feel comfortable in this jungle when its getting dark like this."
Trina just nods once again, then followed the dark haired girl deeper in the jungle. Walking for about 15 minutes more, the sky darkening overhead, stars taking place of the glaring sun, they reach a clearing not far from where Cat first mentioned they should continue on their journey. The clearing had a quite mysterious look to it. Or more like...unnaturally mysterious.
There simply wasn't any unnatural way for a clearing of this sort where the two of them were standing. It seemed like the clearing should have lasted for maybe a month before it was completely overgrown, but here...There was an easy way to tell that this strange clearing was considerably older than it should have been, and not to mention there was the large pillar that was sitting in the middle of it. Even if you looked 75 feet away, it was obviously ancient looking, like a prop from a movie.
The pillar looks from what seems like a sort of dark gray stone, one giant, unbroken piece, and it had been brutally weathered, that much was obvious. But the most telling thing about it, the one thing that told them this clearing was older than it should be, was that the stone was bleached, sun bleached.
It was easy to tell the stone's original tone had been very dark, but sitting in the sun, day after day, even it couldn't resist and had lightened under the constant rays.
"What's that? Cat asked in a whisper. Why she was whispering, she didn't know, but it seemed appropriate.
Trina shook her head, "I don't know. It's ...It's..."
It was eerie, the way it had such a dramatic presence even in the darkness. Cat had a weird feeling that the night was when its presence would be most powerful, only muted by the sun.
"I'm not sure staying here is such a good idea after all, " She replies. Cat was getting the weird feeling, like a wave of invisible goosebumps, that they were being watched, like the night was alive and watching them.
"It will be fine. There is nothing to worry about." Trina knew it was the truth, but she sure didn't feel that way. That night there were definitely eyes watching the two as they slept. The yellow eyes stared at them with a feral intensity. The eyes moved toward the sleeping girls with the speed of the wind and with the same stealth, ready to feast on their prey.
Cat and Trina slept fitfully in the mooncast shadow of the pillar, unaware of the coming danger they would be in. If Trina hadn't been a light sleeper, they might possibly would have been dead before they could have further considered their chances of rescue. Upon waking, Trina's hand went groping for her makeshift weapon automatically. It was only a moment after she heard the noise, a soft growling. Instead of bolting upright, she turns her head slowly to look off her right. The source of the growling was there.
And the smell, the smell of death and decay...eyes that seemed to shine with their own inner fire, nearly glowing were not more than five feet away. There was others as well, all the same ferocious glares of bloodlust. Trina didn't know how many there were, but she knew she had to fight them. If she didn't, herself and Cat would be little more the scraps of flesh in the morning.
"Cat, " she whispers, hoping it was enough to wake her.
"I'm already up, " she answers. No doubt, she had already assessed the situation and knew it was dangerous.
"What do you think?" Trina asks.
"We don't have a choice." And then Cat was up like a shot, backing up, her eyes scanning left to right, and right to left. She knew they were outnumbered and had no chance of surviving against the beasts.
Trina at that moment was in a trance, her heart speeding thousand beats a minute. In then in then she made a choice, one of the beast took a leap toward her but she in turn dodges and swing her stick connecting at the beasts snout.
At that same moment more beasts came and went for Cat, who was having a hard time keeping up her own fight with just her bare hands. Without bothering to see how Cat was, Trina continues to swing at the beasts, hoping her stick would be enough to scare the beasts away.
Trina's mind was drawn to the yellow glow in their eyes. And so was her weapon. When one of the beast move to attack, fangs bare and quite visible even in the dark, Trina swung and struck the beast on the top of its head. It let out an abbreviated howl of pain, then fell to the ground. There was no time to consider whether she had just killed it because the others were beginning to attack, and they were now crowding them one by one
It was about then that Cat wished she had something to start cutting or smacking the little monsters with. She was doing an adequate job with her fists and feet, but her reach was sorely lacking. The animals, wild dogs, drawn by their scent, had to be almost upon her to take care of them effectively.
Something flew at her, and her arm moves automatically to swat it away, something wet showering her face on impact. But she couldn't stop. They wouldn't stop. She couldn't die here not knowing who she was, knowing who her companion was. No she wouldn't allow it.
One of the dogs leaps and lands on Cat ready to tear into her flesh. In one flash a split second, Trina with her stick knocks the beast off of Cat and grabs her arm pulling her up.
"Come on!" Trina says, running and pulling Cat with her not bothering to check if the dark haired girl is hurt or not. Trina didn't take notice that she was leading them deeper and deeper into the jungle, but all her mind cared about was getting the both of them as far away from the dogs and to safety.
Cat on the other hand was surprised at the quick thinking of Trina but at the same time she was seething in pain. All she knew was she feeling a stinging pain in her right leg.
After a while, Trina felt as they were not being followed anymore so made the decision to stop and making Cat run into her back and falling on top of groans in pain and finally couldn't hold her anger and frustration anymore, so she lashes out in pain. "Dammit Trina! Where have you taken us?! I can't believe you took us deeper into Jungle. As if we didn't have enough problems as it is!"
Trina eyes go wide, at the other girls shouting makes her face turns red with anger, not believing what she just heard. Then the cool collected girl finally couldn't take being yelled at. "I don't believe this. I just risked my life for the both of us! And you obviously are not very appreciative about it."
Cat just stared down mouth slightly opened wanting to say something, but now couldn't. Trina on the other hand pushes Cat off of her and stands up brushing the leaves and dirt off.
" I know our situation is frustrating but that does not mean you should blame all of this on me. Now if you can excuse me I'm going to have to stay up and keep watch for the rest of the night to make sure those wild dogs don't show up again." Trina finishes Cat could give Trina an apology, she just grunts in pain and holds her leg now in more pain. Of course Trina stops mid step and turns looking down at Cat.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Trina asks.
Cat takes a deep breath and looks up trying to adjust her eyes so she can see Trina better in the darkness.
"I think one of the dogs took a bite or a scratch to my right leg. It is hurting and feels a little wet." She replied.
Sighing she uses her arm to slide back against what seemed like a tree trunk.
"I think maybe a fire would help, " Cat said, panting slightly as she shakily brushes back her long black hair. "At least, I don't know...At least..."
Trina nods her head in agreement. Trina crouches down in front of the dark haired beauty puts her hand on her shoulder giving her a worried look. With her other hand she leans her stick up against the tree trunk and pats Cat's knee.
At that moment she leaned closer trying to attempt to see the damage done over the girls leg. Shaking her head and feeling stupid since Cat couldn't see her shake her head, she replies "I can't see the condition it is in since it's pitch dark. In the morning we need to see how bad the damage is." Trina was starting to really worry now for Cat not really knowing the condition she could be in. At that moment she pauses, looking around in the night and had only one question. "How?"
Cat turns to look directly in the brunette's eyes, or so she hoped she was staring at them. All she could do was give a slight smile and say, "How what?"
Trina realized she never replied about the fire so she took that moment to ask again, "How do I built the fire in the darkness. I can't see anything."
She says this, but still stands up determine to try and built a fire anyway. Turning back to the dark haired girl she says, "Okay, I'll try to get a fire started with something."
She was grateful she had an idea on how to make a fire. Try. That was the important word. Just how she planned on making a fire in the middle of the night, in the middle...well kind of the middle of a humid jungle where everything around her was green, and when she had no idea where to even begin looking...
It took Trina one trip around the area and even went into a wide circle then come back to Cat.
"Um, I think the fire is going to have to wait, "she said sheepishly.
Cat shook her head smirking, "That doesn't surprise me. We don't seem to be much into survival, do we?"
"I guess not. Maybe we will do better in the daylight."
After they had a chance to recover from being attacked by a pack of wild dogs.
Smiling grimly, she glares out at the surrounding jungle. From several places, a pair of red dots glaring back.
"I'll get some sleep, " Cat said, suddenly feeling very tired. "If we are going to be attacked, we might as well grab as much rest as possible in preparation. "
Trina nods. " I'll wake you when it's your shift to stand watch."
Cat nods in agreement. Slightly nervous from their ordeal. "Yes I think that is a good idea."
Cat smirks sleepily, "And by the way it's because I thought of it."
Trina could only smile and shook her head. She walked over leaning against a tree making sure nothing would harm them during the remaining night.