Hey y'all! Here's a fresh chapter! I don't know what'll happen in this chapter :l Just going with the flow.

Enjoy story segment 5!

Ben's (POV)

I'm thrust from the ground and flung into still air. My lungs flood with dry, chalky smoke, and I cough up the bitter clouds of ash.

I ball myself up to prepare for a crash-landing. When it doesn't happen for a few seconds, I pry open my eyes just a crack, and immediately regret it when I see that I'm falling beyond the treehouse's boundaries, and was flung way higher than I presumed.

There's no guarantee I'll survive this fall. If I do manage to live, I'll probably end up with a million breaks and bruises.

With little air time left, I courageously flip myself over so I'm facing the ground. The distance between me and the ground is shortening until . . . CRASH!

My hands and knees smack the solid dirt with a sickening snap before I harshly rotate over onto my back.

Excruciating pain exists in every bone, muscle, and organ. Agony floods through my body like a tidal wave crashing onto shore.

I urge myself to get up and make sure everyone's alright, but I'm in no condition to move right now.

An unexpected wave of nausea kicks in and my eyes roll back.

I only have time to think about the imminent danger of my friends before darkness overcomes reality.

Yaz's (POV)

The canon of the bazooka only has me wondering for a second "what's happening" before a fireball bombs the deck of the treehouse.

I'm thrown backward, but not very far since Ben jumped in the way just in time to save me the agony of a full blast.

I make a clean landing on the wood of the deck. My spine is most definitely bruised and my head receives a nice whack on the solid ground, but otherwise, I think I'm alright.

Wood and debris is falling above me. It begins to cover me when I realize what's happening and start hauling myself from the material when a thick stone nails me on my left temple, causing stars to dance before my vision.

The concussion is taking over. A wood piece falls over my face. Now I can't see anything that's happening, whether I want to or not.

I guess the only choice is to blackout.

And I do.

Darius's (POV)

I'm hiding behind the little table when the canon fires. I hear it swoop through the otherwise still air before it bombards the front of our treehouse. I'm thrust into Sammy, who's behind me, but I continue to fly through the air past her. I'm shooting swiftly through the breeze and low to the ground but exceedingly far.

I've reached the border of the jungle when my back strikes the ground with a bone-cracking thud. My blood-curdling scream echoes through the trees. I definitely cracked some vertebrae.

I'm lying there; on the cold, compressed dirt, feeling miserable. The aches and pains that flow through my fragile body won't fade or disappear.

My eyes are slowly shutting. But no. I have to get up. I have to help them.

Tired, shaky legs steadily pull me to my feet. I inch toward the treehouse, which seems like a million miles away from where I am. But I have to get there. I have to save my friends.

I take myself out of the jungle and can only make it a few feet before my knees buckle. I roughly collapse to the ground. My eyes fall back into my head. The lids are closing.

My friends are dead. No, they can't be. But my treehouse was bombed. They're stuck in the fire. There's no escape. Those monsters got what they wanted, but it was at an unfair price.

My eyelids shut and I drift off into an unsettling, disturbing, unrelaxing, uncomfortable, miserable, agonizing, and worrisome slumber.

Sammy's (POV)

The first thing I see is this ginormous fireball blowing up the deck. Then someone runs into my face. I think it was Darius. But whoever it was, they caused my nose to bleed.

The explosion didn't cause me to fly through the air as much as it hit Darius. I just swung back into a table.

Just amidst the fires and the smoke, I can spot a chunk of metal flying toward me. I don't have the strength to roll away, so I let the object bash me on the right cheek, creating a gash and a bruise; plus, I probably broke my jaw.

The stream of blood from my cheek trickles down my neck and pools into my hand.

This is so unfair. Why did these monsters just attack us? This isn't their home.

We've got to win this. Is the last thing I think before my eyes flicker into blackness.

Kenji's (POV)

I just barely throw myself in front of Brooklynn's body when the click sounds. And just a quarter second later, the BOOM! The intense power of the bomb sends me hurtling toward the jungle.

I'm opening my eyes for some foolish reason.

For a brief moment, I can see fractions and areas of my life flash before me, and I almost forget I'm falling to my probable death when an abrupt bang occurs.

The speed of sound is quicker than the speed of pain, so I'm wondering for just a hair of a second what that thud could be when a sharp, agonizing ache and stinging shoots through me. It's piercing every muscle. The source of the pain must be my ribs because I'm lying face down in dry dirt.

I obviously want to roll over to get the dust off my face and hair, but that's the least of my concerns.

An uncomfortable throbbing in my temples gradually follows the rhythm of my other aches and pains.

We're all doomed. We're all doomed. We're all doomed. I repeat in my nagging brain.

In an attempt to turn my head so that my face can see the messed up commotion of war behind me, I feel a neck muscle strain. And it's the last feeling I get before the darkness and blankness takeover.

Brooklynn's (POV)

Kenji's body is thrown in front of me when a blast of heat, fire, and power thrust me off my feet.

Although I didn't receive as big a blow as I thought I should have, my helpless and skinny body is still soaring through the crisp air.

My heart is pounding out of my chest and my breaths are short and fast.

The images of our beautiful island have now turned to a war zone. Almost every tree surrounding us has caught fire. Our entire treehouse is on heating flames.

I feel myself flying high but not far. And of course I'm flung to the upper deck. I'm slammed into a back wall, but I turn myself a few inches at the last moment, so my shoulder gets all of the bangs. It dislocates immediately.

My agonizing shriek fills the choking air around us. I want to throw up at the immense pain.

Something is thrown from above, and I don't even know it's coming toward me until it strikes me clean on the forehead. My vision blurs all of a sudden. My body collapses to the ground with a sickening thud. My shoulder falls limply to my side.

Tidal waves of nausea are kicking in. I'm engulfed in smoke.

Our treehouse is up in flames.

When I slip into a miserable blackness, I can't help but ask myself. Am I dead yet?

That's chapter 5! I made it a longer chapter. I hope it was entertaining! Please review your thoughts! Chapter 6 will be out as soon as possible! Thank you for reading!

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