Chapter 13!

So, I'm thinking of starting up another fanfic, but I really want to finish this one first, so maybe I'll keep updating until the summer and then I'll end it? I'm not sure, maybe everything will just fall into place and it'll end in a year or two, maybe even sooner. But I'm really excited to share a whole new story with you guys.

Gratitude:

Thanks a whole lot again, Cid Neha! I'm glad you look forward to other chapters

JustinThePokemonMaster, I guess you'll just have to find out. Thanks ^ ^!

Ahaha, thanks for droppin' by, PolarDawn! I'm really glad you liked my build up! Oh, and I get it, I'll try to make sure Ash is comedy-level dumb.

Done, done ^ ^!

Alright, enough of that, It's time for chapter 13!

Disclaimer:*

I don't own Pokemon

Chapter 13:

'Two figures burst from the bushes with savage screeches.'

A sharp scream pierced the air as she was pinned to the ground.

"What the hell?!" Quickly, Paul tightened his grip around the spear in his hand before moving into a fighting stance. Dawn's hand pulled back into a fist before landing a painful sounding hit in the creatures face. He suspected that these two were possibly in the same 'group' as the cannibalistic she-devil that tried to take a bite out of him. The second one... Where was the second one? Everything was happening so quickly that it was blurry, his eyes simply could not adjust and focus fast enough.

Then it hit him. Literally.

Long, jagged nails dug their way into his back and feral snarling entered his ears. The second beast, one that seemed to be male, ripped at his hoodie. With a grunt, Paul thrust his arm back and slammed the shaft of the wooden spear into what he thought was it's torso. It let out a deep shriek and fell backwards with a thud, tumbling into the trunk of a large, sturdy tree.

"You..." His eyes flickered back to Dawn who was still struggling with the other feral creature. It had long unkept hair and Paul couldn't tell if it was a female or a very feminine looking boy. Either Dawn was incredibly weak or the tiny figure had immense strength on it's side. Cold air rushed and enveloped his face as he sprinted forward towards the two. Just as he was about to bring down his spear, she let out an enraged scream.

"Fuck you bastards!"

Freezing, Paul's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. She was snapping, just like she had done a couple days ago. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot as she thrashed about, grappling at the savage's neck. Backing away, Paul decided that it would be best not to interfere with her rampage. In just seconds, Dawn had gained the upper-hand, hobbling to her feet dragging the hissing ball of hair with her. Grunting, he could only watch as the petite girl flung it's body into the tree. An audible choking sound burst from it's mouth.

"Why can't you bitches just leave me alone?!" Dawn screeched, kicking repeatedly at the feral creature. High-pitched squealing sounds erupted, almost deafening Paul and distracting him from the other cannibal which was not where he had last seen it. Muttering under his breath he realized that it must be trying to attempt another sneak attack. For wild, inhumane people, they were still quite smart.

More howls came as he turned his attention back to the scene in front of him. Dawn seized the beast by it's tattered coat and smashed it head-first into the tree. It was enough to kill it and Paul thought that he should step in, however she wasn't calm yet. Blood and saliva flying everywhere, the midnight haired girl repeatedly bashed the dying unidentified barbarian into the tree trunk. Her eyes showed no mercy, giving it what looked like one of the most painful deaths one could ever receive.

The feral creature that attacked them was long gone now. She seemed to be continuously beating it's face as if she thought it were still alive. It was like a repeat of the earlier incident, however this time it was bloodier. Red was splattered across the ground and smeared onto the tree. Blood. Blood. Dawn's face was twisted into a sickening grin. A split personality was what Paul thought it was, or maybe it was her true self.

"Get the hell out of here!" White soles of her boots were turned scarlet and her beanie was stained with blood and mud. Who was she even talking to? No, who did she think she was talking to? Certainly not him as she no longer seemed to acknowledge his presence.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled, angry and confused. Unconsciously, Paul's body drifted towards Dawn. Dull eyes looked up as he approached, it almost looked terrifying. There was no reflection in her eyes due to the shadows and she had an unreadable look on her face. Sniffing, she wiped blood off her face with her wrist leaving a long, dark smear across it.

"Troublesome woman..." Paul growled, slowly and cautiously making his way closer and closer to her. He was only a couple feet in front of Dawn until a blurred figure lunged and knocked him backwards. A short and startled noise passed through his lips as whatever it was pinned him to a ground. It took him awhile to process it, but finally, he realized that he had completely forgotten about the second one who ran off just minutes ago.

"Shit." He cursed, feeling a sharp, excruciating pain in his lower arm. Straining to take a look from where he struggled, Paul let out a frustrated grunt as the creature clawed and ripped at his healing wound. More scarlet liquid burst from his bite wound as it was forcibly reopened, he let out a howl of pain. His limbs shot out in a flurry to stop the cause of the feeling he was getting.

Paul's attention was quickly turned from the creature on top of him when a loud, ear-deafening scream sounded out once more. Eyes burning, his vision flickered over to where Dawn crouched, tearing and hitting at her skull. That girl... She was going completely crazy. At this rate it was going to be a repeat of the last incident. However this time, it didn't seem like anyone would almost magically come to his rescue. He could only help himself. There's still hope... At least, that's what Paul thought.

Long, bony fingers wrapped around his throat. A sick feeling arose in his stomach as his eyes made contact with the disgusting former man on top of him. Pressure... An inhumane amount seemed to violently squeeze at his throat. Burning. The iron grip felt as if a million needles were being injected and twisted into his neck. Was this how he was going to die? Would Reggie want this for him? The easy way out? No. He must be alive for a reason, right? Feeling a sudden desire for life coursing through his veins, Paul began thrashing around even more wildly than before. His spear. Where was his spear? Swiftly, he made a quick scan of his surroundings.

Crimson tainted the earth and the trees all around him. Everything was fuzzy and blurry, Paul could just barely make things out as he wrestled. Dawn leaning against a tree behind a bashed in corpse, it seemed as if she were fighting a mental battle with herself. What else? Gagging as a cherry color rushed to his face, he shifted a little bit before dropping back onto the ground.

Pain. Agony. This time it felt as if a dagger was beginning to burrow it's way into his back. His eyes suddenly widened with shock and realization.

"Damn." He laughed just barely, feeling more and more of his breath escape. Paul let a couple tears slip out as his vision became even more blurry. It was a miracle enough to him that he hadn't fainted or died yet. With his remaining strength he reached underneath his back with his good arm. Fumbling, his fingers soon found the shaft of the spear which he had rolled onto after a struggle with the man.

Although he felt too weak to fight back anymore. Was he going to die now? Even with the weapon in his hands, he was helpless. Everything burned and felt heavy. Was his life seeping away by the seconds? Paul's enraged bellow became louder as he registered what was happening.

The feral man seemed to be doing this slowly just to make him suffer. He could sense it in those bloodshot green eyes and the ugly scowl that crossed it's face. Those fingers that grasped at his throat, they were making sure not to add too much pressure nor too little pressure. It also seemed to be avoiding his pressure points the best it could too.

Slowly. Slowly Paul could feel his vision growing fuzzier and darker by the minute. Prepared to accept fate, he stopped flashing and began to close his eyes.

Unbelievable. He, who forced his Pokemon into strength was dying because he himself was weak.

"Fate, just kill me now."

"Hey, Leaf?"

"Hm?" The smaller girl turned her head and looked at May. They had been walking for what seemed like hours back to camp. Although, they could've gotten back faster if they simply sped up their walking, the two decided to take their sweet time.

"You know that brunette guy?" Fiddling with her sling, May slowly and gently shifted her broken arm. She was still a little skeptical as to whether it would get infected or not. And if it healed the wrong way then they'd have to break it once more. May shivered at the thought before rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.

"'Sorry, what'd you say?" Leaves and twigs crunched while mud made suction sounds as they strolled through the woods. At the moment, neither one felt the need to rush back as they had completely lost their appetites... Or at least, that's what May kept telling herself. She felt the urge to eat large portions of food like she had usually done before the crash. But of course, everyone was already suspicious of each other enough and May didn't feel like fighting over food. Especially after what had happened earlier with Drew. That weed-ass.

"Yeah, I know Gary, why?" Leaf repeated with a small yawn. May could have sworn that a disgusted look crossed her face along with a faint blush. However it might just be from the cold wind blowing. It was getting colder and colder each day and the fact that she was wearing shorts wasn't helping. Eyeing Leaf's dark, green knee-length skirt, the coordinator shivered. How could she walk around in that? That girl and Dawn were simply confusing.

"He's sort of cute, you know?" May walked forward, getting distracted once more by a bird that flew into a tree a couple yards in front of them. Silence. She looked at Leaf with a confused look, she had a slightly irritated expression on her face.

"We're stranded on an island and you're thinking about how cute that womanizer is?" Leaf's fists tightened.

"Hmm... I guess so. Is he taken?" Swinging her good arm back and forth, a slight smirk appeared on May's face.

Snap. The other brunette stopped walking.

"Leaf?" May stiffened slightly. Had she pushed her a little too far? "It was just a joke, you know?" Nervously, she shuffled her feet, coming to a halt a few feet away.

"How can you guys simply sit around thinking about romance? We're fine now, but who knows when we'll be on the ground dying?" Leaf averted her eyes from May's before taking a deep breath and beginning to walk again. She brushed past the taller girl looking straight ahead. "I'm sorry, that was too serious, wasn't it?" Forcing a grin, Leaf laughed.

"No, I get the idea..." Tension seemed to be building up in the air around them. Letting out a low, short sigh, May began walking after her. They walked in utter silence once more. Creatures above made chirping sounds which made her question whether or not there were Pokemon on the island. Maybe they'd find bird Pokemon that could fly them home. Pokemon...

"Holy crap!" She screamed. Leaf whirled around to face her, startled. May patted herself down, she had been wearing a fanny pack when the plane had gone down. But it wasn't there anymore. Had it fallen off? Her Pokemon, everyone else's Pokemon. There's no way those pokèballs could have been destroyed in a fire.

"What's the matter?!" Placing her hand on her chest, Leaf took several breaths. "Jeez, you scared me."

"The plane stopped burning like yesterday or something, right?"

"Y-yeah, I think so, why?"

"Pokemon, Leaf, Pokemon!" May roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her back and forth excitedly.

"Oh! I get it! You want to rummage through the remains of the plane?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" She screamed in her face before taking off through the woods and towards camp.

"M-may, wait up!" Leaf stumbled before rushing after the coordinator.

Their light, quick footsteps sounded out as light patters. The edge of the woods was in sight and the scents of smoke returned to May's nose. Completely forgetting about the earlier incident with Drew, hope sparked within her. How long had they been running? It seemed like forever as her legs seemed to be slightly aching.

With force, May pushed her way through the dense bushes, forgetting about the small path already cleared out. Leaf followed behind her, panting slightly as three figures stared at them with surprised looks on their faces. One of them, who May recognized to be the ginger was talking with Ash until their conversation had been interrupted. Then there was Drew. That bastard.

"Hello!" She shouted her greeting to everyone, gasping for air.

"Hello?" The ginger responded with confusion.

"My name is May, nice to meet you! Now I have something to do, so bye!" May spoke quickly before dashing off and down the beach in the direction of the plane.

"Misty!" She shouted her name after May. With her good arm, she waved, not looking back as she ran.

"I'm sorry about her." Leaf apologized to Misty before plopping down on the log next to her and Ash. "I'm Leaf." Keeping her introduction short, she yawned and rested her head on in her hands.

"It's fine, I guess." A smile crept onto the fiery ginger's face. It was almost like it was radiating confidence, although Leaf was a bit too exhausted to comment on it. "My name's Misty."

"Leaf, what did you talk about with her?"

A dull voice directed Leaf's attention away from the girl. Almost instantly, her face darkened as she looked up at Drew. Leaf wasn't necessarily the type of person to be mean-spirited, but something about him was irking her off.

"Nothing in particular." Huffing, she turned her head to look out at the sea. At times like these, she just wanted to talk to Red. Since her father was usually the one to calm her down after an argument with her mother or anyone else, he was the closest bet. A shiver ran through her body as she realized how stuck-up she must've sounded. Especially when Drew had only asked a question.

"Where did May run off too?" Ash questioned, shoving a little bit of fish into his mouth. The fish that Leaf had caught and Drew finished cooking.

"The crash site." Leaf replied with a lighter and more friendlier tone.

Well, this concludes chapter 13!

I'm sorry that it took me so long to get this story updated. A lot has been going on, haha.

I guess I really don't have much to say so here:

Will Paul die?

Does Dawn have a split personality?

Will May find anything in the rubbles of the plane?

I don't think my last section had a very good cliffhanger, but I think I did a pretty nice job on the first part.

So, yeah, until next time!

Feel free to drop by and leave a review, tell me how the story has been so far!
Thanks lots!

~Bear