I apologize for long wait. I'm pretty busy in the travel world. Just got back from Ireland and between cruise inspections, It just tires me out. Even if it is a little vacation ;) I do still ready other fics however so yay! But I guess no excuses. Anyhow, I'll try to update more frequently.

Once again I do not own Victorious or the characters from the show ^_^

Chapter 6

It was scary. Well, a little scary. Just a bit more worrying, really. Neither one of them would admit that they were scared. Worried, yes. Scared, no way, that word would never pass their lips.

So Trina and Cat sat behind the protective wall of the waterfall through the night. Neither slept, they just weren't tired. That's what they told each other, anyways. It had nothing to do with the sound of feet that even they could hear entering the water even through the sound of the roaring falls. Entering and exiting. Entering and exiting. Pacing at the shore. Waiting at the shore.

"Are you cold?" Cat asked at one point in the night, her eyes nearly closing, but her body straight and stiff with instinctual alertness.

Trina shrugged. "Just a little." She looks at Cat, feeling more awake than she wanted. The fatigue on Trina's face was clear, and she could almost feel the waves of tension flowing from Cat.

"It is kind of chilly, isn't it?" Cat confirms.

Trina nods, and Cat shivers a little for effect. Trina then clears her throat, "If you are cold, maybe we could use our body heat to keep ourselves warm," she offers, eyes closing slowly and then snapping open.

Cat quickly turns to Trina and then nods once, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Cat replies, knowing she needs the rest a lot worse than she did. Cat then hesitates some as she scoots over to sit right next to Trina, leaning on her a little nervously and then, slowly, she felt Trina relax. Cat then rolled her eyes at the supposed coolness Trina was trying to show. And yet, the warmth they both shared was comforting, even as they both managed to fall asleep with the pounding water in front of them.

Cat woke up, nestled within comforting warmth and protection. Dimly, she wonders where she was, though at the moment, she doesn't care. She finally felt safe, and that was the only thing that matters to her.

The sound of the water constantly pounding down less than 15 feet away finally forces her to wake up. And that was when she discovers that she is being held, and quite nicely, in Trina's arms, and that is all she needs after the night she had.

In a way it kind of made her uncomfortable, like something from her past gnawing at her. But she doesn't want to alarm the girl by pushing her off, so she gently removes herself, figuring Trina needed the sleep, Cat plans on looking for breakfast. In the daylight, it should have been perfectly fine to make a fire on the beach and cook something up. If she could catch it. She is going to have to find a nice long sturdy stick and somehow make it pointy enough for hunting.

So that did it, she strips and doing her best to shelter her clothing under her body, Cat ducks under the falls until she's is forced to swim. She holds her wet, but not quite soaked , clothing on her head with one hand as she did a clumsy three-quarter dog paddle to shore.

Once out of the water, she shakes as much moister off as she could and redresses. She'd forgotten to grab a piece of flint from Trina before she had left her, and went about gathering tinder. And there, among the sand and soft dirt, she saw the prints, paw prints of dogs.

They both had known the animals had been there, but actually seeing the ground covered in their prints was a complete different story. The sheer number of them was close to bring frightening, and if they hadn't taken refuge behind the waterfall, Cat wasn't sure they would have been successful at fighting the beast off.

Gathering more tinder and building the base for a fire, Cat tried to think what she could catch and cook. The thought of more meat was practically making her mouth water. She didn't mind fruit it was fine to a point, but red meat, or even poultry or fish was that much better.

The lake of the waterfall seems absent of any fish as she thought about it. They had seen birds in the trees, but only songbirds and nothing worth the effort of catching. There were monkeys, but they were too small, and they were fast little shits.

There was no way Cat planned on hunting wild dogs by herself, either. She may actually find them. In large numbers, and that would most assuredly be disastrous. That left her with nothing, but again, that wasn't entirely true.

The two of them hadn't really been looking for food before. She just knew there had to be more on the island then scrawny monkeys, birds and those damn dogs. After all, what were the dogs eating anyway? There had been so many of them, they couldn't have been feeding of the very few tree-dwellers they could find or catch.
Unfortunately, with just the two of them trampling all along the lake's edge, whatever animals might live on the island would not approach the water to drink. That meant she had to go out and hunt.

Cat doesn't think she has ever hunted before, and if she has she can't remember it anyhow. But there was a first time for everything. Breaking off a thick branch and crudely fashioning a point on it by rubbing it against a rock, Cat looks at her new spear and almost laughs. If she could even catch a leaf on this thing, she'd count herself lucky.
She shrugs and heads off into the jungle to hunt.

While it seems fortune spat on them before, this day, it seems to have changed its mind and was now smiling. Cat had gone less than 100 meters from the lake and was wiggling her way up a tree to examine what looks like a bird's nest. Granted now with her white pale skin has scratches and cuts from climbing up but it was well worth it.
A rustle in the bushes below her made her freeze in mid wiggle. Looking down, a large, leafy bush, she saw something big and...what seems bristly. Listening, she heard a sound of grunting and smiles predatory. Just as she thought...
Trying to move down around so she could somehow spear the animal, Cat slips a little and slides a foot down the tree. The rough bark against her skin made her hiss in pain and grasp the trunk more tightly. She fumbles with her makeshift spear and almost drops it, but she recovers and her prey hasn't seemed to notice it at all.
It emerges front he bush, black snout directed at the ground, pausing to root in the soft earth. It was bigger than Cat had first thought, looking to weigh a good 45 kilograms, but...

She was almost drooling at the thought of having some real meat finally. There wasn't any way the dog was going to replace some nice, juicy pork on her list of preferred meats at the moment.

The wild pig reveals its full, bristly back to her as it continues to root for food around the tree. If only she could just throw her spear and hit it in the neck...

Letting go of the tree with her weapon in hand, Cat slowly hung down dangerously, trying to get the best angle on her future breakfast. She had a gut feeling and was even more nervous. She didn't know why she was doing this, she was a little scared. As she lowers herself she drops down a few more inches as the pig moves to the left some.

"Damn it, hold still, porky," she says quietly, ready to throw the spear.

Legs fatigued and hand sweaty, Cat felt like she was suspended in the air for a brief moment as her hand slips off the trunk. And then the ground was rushing at her and she couldn't even manage to scream.

The pig, hearing enough noise to know something was going on, jerks its body around and ends up taking the point of Cat's spear in its back, getting wedge between some of its ribs. Cat herself slams into the rear half of the pig and drove its body to the ground, squealing in pain and terror.

Cat grunts and tries to catch her breathe back from slamming into the now almost deceased pig. Her body hurt and now even more scratches now showing more cuts seeping with blood. Rolling off the animal slowly, Cat sits up, half of the now broken spear still in her hand. She looks dazedly at the pig.

Sudden sadness and frustration came over her, and she grips the struggling animal's head in her heads. She uses the broken point of the spear and shoves it deep into the pigs neck finally hearing its last squeal. Then the body shuddered for a moment and twitch for few moments before it becomes still. Cat sits on the ground, stunned at what she just did. Looking down at herself, her shirt was stained with splattered blood, and she felt some on her face as well. She just stabbed it. The pig...looking down at it the broken spear still wedged into the pigs neck.

More rustling from the bushes made Cat look up, but her eyes were still partly glaze from the combined shock and surprise at what she has done. Trotting out from under the plant was a group of piglets , each of them plumb colored and dusky black in color. Cat had apparently killed their mother.

She sat up, her legs splayed out uncomfortably, blood on her shirt, smears across her cheek, and stares dumbly at the little black piglets that had come trotting out.

"...stupid pigs..."

She shakes her head numbly, a feeling of nausea welling up. That damn, mean-spirited voice seems to loom out of the hole n her mind, somehow threatening...

"...Jade!"

"Where are the babies!"

"...How much blood are you going to take..."

That voice...Trina's voice, both of them talking. She yells a name...why does it sound familiar.

Her vision now blurs, and with an effort she snaps her mind back to the present, her stomach roiling. Biting back a scream of frustration, Cat stands up, and stares down at the bloody main course in front of her. Out of spite, or hatred or confusion, she boots away one of the piglets.

"Little bastards," she said glaring at them.

But she had gotten what she wanted. Cat threw away the broken stick and bent down to lift the pig. It was extremely heavy enough to stagger her momentarily when she got it across her shoulders. Too heavy! She choose to drag it along and felt more blood trickling down her shoulders and onto her shirt.

Sorry...this chapter is short. But I will be updating another chapter within a month. Please review even if you don't like it!

Thanks Melly for your help.