Chapter 5!

Once again I found some more errors, sort of rushed parts near the end, and ugh. I'm just not doing well lately ^-^'

Although at the moment I'm totally fired up and ready to go! So I'm totally ready to try again!

To JustinThePokemonMaster, thanks, I'm glad you thought it was good! You'll just have to keep reading!

And PolarDawn, once more I'm really thankful for your help and advice on it! I'll look into coming up with more creative arguments between Drew and May. Anyways, thanks again c:

Golden January. I appreciate the fact that you took the time to write a long response like that. Although it seemed slightly harsh to me, I completely see where you're coming from. It does seem unrealistic and I should've put more thought into writing the characters thoughts and feelings. And although a majority of them do not know each other personally, aside from May and Drew, I put them in pairs for the moment for a reason. It was hinted in the first chapter that Dawn is a bit more open and trusting than the others when she began conversing with Lucas. And I think we both know that as long as you don't get in his way, Paul couldn't care less. May and Drew are long time rivals, mentioned in the second chapter. If they had known eachother for a while they would at least know what they would and would not do. However I assure you that more doubt will rise. I'm sorry that it seemed too off topic and a bit of a disappointment. I'll try harder to make things better.

Another thanks to anyone who has read this far. You rock.

Onto the story!

Chapter 5:

'A pool of blood, a brutally torn, smashed up body, and a wailing girl. That was what his scowling face was met with as he stood up.'

He didn't really know what to do now. Blood was being drained from his body through the deep bite wound on his arm. Paul's head ached and he felt really dizzy.

"Troublesome girl.." His vision swayed side to side. Stumbling, he made his way over to where she sat, bawling her eyes out. The footsteps he took ceased when he was at least six feet away from Dawn. What if she assaulted him next? Was she really safe to approach? Although it pained him to see and hear her, Paul just couldn't allow himself to go over and console her.

"I want to go home!" Dawn wailed, wet tears streaking down her face. Her fists pounded at the ground in rage.

"Chill out, it's only the second day! Have some patience!" Paul shouted, giving her a fierce glare. However, she paid no mind to him at all, beginning to talk to herself.

"I didn't mean to kill her. It wasn't my fault, right? No, it couldn't be helped. We need as many people alive as possible. And that definitely wasn't a person, at least not anymore, right? Totally not." Dry blood stuck to her face like glue. It was beginning to creep Paul out a little.

"We're going back." Paul ordered firmly, waiting for her to get up and lead the way back to the beach. After that little violent rampage Paul wasn't so sure he should let her follow behind. If he did then it would be like saying, 'hey, why don't you shatter my skull to bits too?'

"Going back where?" Her voice shook. Dawn looked up at him with dull eyes that showed no spirit. He was beginning to pity her but it could just be an act.

"To camp. Where else?" Cautiously, Paul stepped towards her a little. There were too many what ifs and they needed to leave now. Clutching his bleeding arm, Paul tried to scare her into obeying him with a threatening glare.

"Don't look at me like that. Unlike you, I didn't try to kill her!" She growled, slowly getting to her feet.

"No, you definitely tried to kill that thing. And it's fine, so just get up and over yourself, we're going back right now." Paul snapped back as she began walking ahead.

"It was an instinct!"

"Yeah, I get it, so shut up and get a move on!" He fought back the urge to comfort her in any way. If he showed any compassion for her than she'll just think that it's okay to kill even if it's on an island. Actually, as long as she knew what she was doing, Paul didn't really mind. As long as she didn't try to kill any perfectly sane people it was fine...Probably. They walked in silence, nearing the beach where the light poured in. Paul relished in the warmth of the sun, brightening up slightly.

This seemed like a moment where he figured Dawn would run out into the open and lay down. Grateful for the light, Paul decided to try and talk to her again. Her face looked about as cold as his own, which he would've found unusual if the recent events had not happened. Even for a stranger, he was able to get a good grasp on how her personality really was.

"You know, it's okay.." He muttered, attracting the attention of her almost lifeless looking sapphire eyes. Dawn stared up at him, face red and tear stained with a blank look. Paul wasn't the best at sympathizing with people, especially those who he was uncertain about. Taking a short breath of air, he continued with the usual scowl on his face.

"That girl was insane. She would've eaten me or something if you hadn't done something." Trying to forget about what Dawn had done afterwards, he played it off as if nothing extra had ever happened. She suddenly stopped with a low grunt escaping her mouth.

"Have you ever killed someone?" Her question was a bit unexpected, but Paul decided to answer earnestly anyways.

"No, I haven't, why?" He mumbled his response.

"You just seem dangerously calm about this so I figured you've done it before." Dawn shook her head to clear her thoughts before moving ahead of him.

"Well I haven't, but if I were in your position I wouldn't have hesitated to kill her."

"What makes you say that?"

"I'd just rather bring a slightly insane girl back than a completely feral girl." Paul bluntly replied as Red and Ash came into sight. The two were roasting what looked like a fish over their fire. Were there no pokemon on the island? He shook his head, not wanting to worry about that.

"Lucas." As soon as the name escaped her mouth, Dawn took off, flying ahead of him towards the camp. She looked between Ash and Red for a split second. He watched as Red pointed to the right, causing Dawn to move off, heading in that direction. Another big frown found it's way to Paul's face. They just come back from fighting with a cannibalistic freak girl and the first thing she does is check on scarf boy? Unbelievable. Pathetic.

"Paul, did you find anything?" As soon as he noticed Paul, Red set a sharp, spear-like stick down beside him. Shaking his head in response, Paul sat down on a log which Red had set up around the fire. He decided that he should probably mention the random girl to him later in private.

"Whoa, what's up with your arm?!" Ash leaned in to inspect Paul's left arm. He made a small attempt to poke the bite mark, but Paul roughly shoved him away.

"Nothing important." Paul growled at him. "Where did you get that?" His eyes caught sight of the spear which Red had crafted.

"I just sharpened it on a piece of scrap metal I found lying around the plane. Oh, and I suppose I forgot to mention the move." The older man pointed back in the direction of the plane. Apparently, Ash and Red had decided to move the camp to an open area near the beach and farther away from the crash site. A giant oak tree, much like the one near the airliner, sat in what seemed like the center of the area. Which would explain the shorter walking distance when he and Dawn had returned.

"Did you remember to move the others?" He grumbled, eyes locked on the cooked fish. Ash looked at him before reaching over and ripping a chunk off of the makeshift rotisserie. With a big grin on his face, he offered some to Paul.

"Of course, they're near the oak."

"And has that hunk of metal stopped burning yet?" The lavender haired boy muttered a thanks to Ash before gratefully accepting the fish. Obviously he would have smelled smoke in the air if it hadn't but there was a smaller fire right in front of him and he didn't feel like checking. Red nodded before opening his mouth to speak.

"So would you like to explain why Dawn came back with a bloody face and you with an injured arm?" A skeptical look flashed across the older man's face as he interrogated Paul.

"We ran into some trouble...A cannibal to be specific." Swallowing the bit of fish, Paul looked up at both Ash and Red with a more serious look on his face.

"In the woods?"

"Yes.."

"Just one? Was it near the campsite?" Red's eyes furrowed together.

"It was pretty far away. I don't know if there are more, but It's not wise to go in there."

"What about May and Drew?" Ash looked at Red with a slightly worried look on his face.

"They'll be back soon." The man reassured him.

"Actually, those two are more likely to kill each other." Paul snorted, catching sight of Dawn in the corner of his eye. Suddenly, she disappeared, probably kneeling or something like that. Still concerned about her mentality, Paul couldn't help but be just a little suspicious.

"I'm going to make sure she doesn't do anything.." He added silently, standing up and cautiously walking towards the big oak tree.

"What was that?" Not catching what Paul had said, Red's gaze sharpened.

"Nothing." Muttering, Paul approached the open area with the oak tree.

"Hey, baboon?"

Drew shot May a questioning look before sighing and replying.

"Yes, blobfish?"

"What are we doing?" The brunette laughed before looking down at the ground. Her wet clothes were beginning to slowly dry as the wind blew. She sat down on the grass, fiddling with a pebble.

"What do you mean?"

"We've been here for what? A day and maybe a whole afternoon yet we haven't done anything."

Shocked with her honesty and sudden thought, Drew nervously flipped his hair. Not really knowing what to say, he stayed silent. May looked up at him, throwing the pebble at his head when he didn't say anything.

"Hey! What was that for?" He shot her another confused look.

"Answer me." She replied in a monotone voice. Her fingers reached for another pebble, waiting for a response.

"We found water didn't we? But I see where you're coming from, depending on someone amazing like me."

"I guess so, but now what are we doing? We could be building or making something useful, but all we're doing is sitting here." May flicked another pebble at him, hitting the side of his arm. An annoyed expression appeared on his face.

"And who's fault is that, lil' Red?" Drew snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Lil' Red? Where did that come from?" She glared at him slightly, getting up and brushing her shorts off.

"It doesn't matter. But anyways, you were the one who insisted that we stay here."

"Well, now I want to go back. Let's go, turkey-brain."

"Please, Maple, my IQ is most likely higher than yours."

"I honestly, don't give a crap." May began walking towards the edge of the woods but came to an abrupt stop. Turning back around, she quietly backed up to face Drew again.

"I forgot which way the beach was..."

It feels...

Warm?

My hands grasped at what I thought would be the armrest of the seat. But the only thing I was able to grab ahold of was something long. The feeling of whatever I grabbed was rough yet smooth. It seems I had grabbed clumps of it too.

Opening my eyes, I realized that it was grass. Which confused me because I had no idea where I was. The plane had gone down, I knew that. So does this mean...

I'm dead?

I looked around for minute, taking in everything that I could see. Three others were on the ground in front of me. There was one who was on his side, apparently being talked to by a girl with dark blue hair. Her face was bloodied and she sat beside the kid, rambling on about something. Although, I couldn't hear because she kept her voice pretty low.

Did these people die too?

This seems way too real for me. I had always thought that when I died it would mean I'd plunge into darkness or something. Maybe get reincarnated. But to wake up near a tree with sunlight shining down on me? Now that seemed a little too out of place. Unless... Is this supposed to be my paradise? It's just like my childhood. Playing outside in the sun, climbing trees.

I'm seriously dead..

I had so much to live for too. So many things I was going to do. Everything's gone.

Tightening my grip on the grass, I tried to stand up. However, something was weighing me down. For a second I thought my legs were paralyzed that is, until I felt the unpleasant feeling of blood rushing to them. It made me shiver just a little bit. Since I was dead, I figured I wouldn't have those irritating feelings in my muscles anymore.

I leaned back against the tree and tried to get a good look at the strangers' faces.

Suddenly, I found myself staring. I recognized one of them to be-

There's chapter 5.

I'm sorry if there ends up being a little too much romance and stuff. But hey, that's what category this fanfic is in.

I really don't have much to say at the moment, but you might want to read just a little bit.

May made a reference to Turkeys. About that, if you didn't already know, they're quite air-headed creatures.

And when Drew called May a blobfish...I can't even describe it. Just look it up on google images, haha.

Oh, and if you didn't understand what had happened with the camp. Ash and Red moved the camp further down the beach. The campfire is on the beach however if you look behind that, there's a grassy area which leads to a large oak tree. I don't know if I explained that properly, but I'm just giving you a good idea of what the area looked like.

About any rushed scenes, I apologize if any of the scenes did seem like that. I'm still trying to fill things out a little, I don't know, personally, I think they go at a pretty nice pace.

May and Drew's scene was sort of meant to be fairly quick. I needed to get things going and everyone together.

I swear, I'll do my best and this story will get better. The only thing I can do is keep making corrections and working my way up from the dirt, right?

Anyways that pretty much wraps up my explanations and apologies.

There really is no suspense at the moment. The only real questions are:

Which survivor has regained consciousness?

And

Where did the mystery girl come from?

Don't forget to Google: "Blobfish"

Feel free to drop by and review, it helps make the story better! ^_^

Thanks!

~Bear