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Special thanks to Pherix2003 for Thomas White

On unnamed island, April 1st 1925

3rd POV

The scene opens up on the shore of the island. FEB and Ren walked upon the shores towards the center of camp. Ren focused on his heading towards the center of camp while Olof took in the scenery. It's been years since he was ever on a tropical island, and one that was bustling like this. Suffice to say he was a bit out of his element. As he passes by multiple tents, filled to the brim with artifacts made from stone, clay, and gold; Ren grabs something from his pocket. He slipped it onto his right ring finger as the two approached a tent. Before entering a hulk of a man got in front of the two.

"Sorry, members only." The man replies in a thick New England accent.

"It's alright, he's with me as my additae servo." Ren said before showing the ring on his finger. On it was the crest to Miskatonic Universities Archeological society.

The man looked closely, making sure the ring wasn't a fake. After a few moments he lets go before stepping aside. "Oh, I do apologies. You seem a bit young to be a member, and your attire doesn't seem to suit you."

"It's alright. Had some misgivings on my way from India." Ren waved off as they enter the big tent. Inside there was a chaotic mess of people; talking, theorizing, and planning for further expeditions through the island.

"Vid guds skägg och djävulens arsle. What did you get us into kid?" Olof asked as Ren fixes his ring.

"This is the Miskatonic University Archeological guild. A fraternity from Arkham who fund and explore many archeological sites around the world. I've met one of their high-ranking members in the Dreamlands. Professor Nathaniel Peaslee. Currently, he's recovering from malaria after a failed expedition through the Amazon." Ren explains as he looks over the ring he had received from the professor.

"What was he looking for in that green infernal?" Olof asked with a raised brow. He had been to Amazon once. He was not use to the heat, and lost more friends along the banks of the Rio.

"His sanity, or a shred of proof that he wasn't crazy." Ren remarks before spotting an opening in the crowed. He then moved towards the opening, looking for a seat. All while remarking, "But that's a story for another day."

Ren moved through the crowed before finding two empty seats. He invites Olof to sit down beside him as the crowed begins to get thicker. As Olof sits beside Ren. As he does the two wait, as they faced a makeshift stage where a plump old man and a young scarlet were setting up a display of some kind. While waiting Olof's curiosity soon begin to warp his mind. He turns to Ren and was about to ask when Ren interrupted him.

"No. I don't know much about the island or what will happen. What I do know is trivial." Ren said bluntly before Olof could asked.

"Ohh… then can you tell me what we will be getting into?" Olof asked.

"(Sigh), Eight years prior. This island appeared out of nowhere. No one know how but when the first sailors arrived on shore, they discovered an entire totem made from pure gold. Making them extremely rich… and marked this island for treasure hunters and archeologist alike. That's all I know." Ren said as he looks down at his hand. The two go silent for a few moments before a subtle voice can be heard from the side.

"You almost forgot the most important part of the story." A British sounding voice remarks from beside Ren. Turning to the side they see a man in his early forties writing notes down with a No. 1A Pocket kodak camera swinging from his neck. He was wearing a Blue sweater vest with a red tie hanging from his neck. A bowler hat of the same shade of blue was pushed back on his greying brown hair. He had a set of knickers that stuffed into a set of finely made leather hiking boots. He had finished what he was writing before stroking his bushy mustache. "Them sailors died a year later from mysterious reasons. Last one made the claim that they had brough a curse upon themselves with that statue. When he gave that statement, he died the day after. Apparently sucked dry of all his blood."

"Yes, though the only one unaccounted for was the captain's daughter, who is still considered missing." Ren added earing a raised brow from the British stranger. Ren then held his hand before remarking, "Lie Ren, and you?"

"Thomas White. Reporter from the Worcester Journal. You seem to know your story well Mr. Ren, by chance you are new to this Alcohological Fraternity?" The man known as Mr. White asked.

"Can't say so. Had a friend who invited me but was unable to come due to malaria." Ren responds.

"Hmm, by chance you caught it as well? You look rather unhealthy for someone your age." Mr. White remarks.

"Coma, Bad fish." Ren responds.

The two got to talking as if they were old friends. Leaving Olof to himself as if he were a third wheel. After a minute of uncomfortable talking, there came a loud tapping from the stage. The old man and the young woman had finished setting up their display. Now tapping a podium with his cane gaining everyone's attention.

"Order, order. I'd like to have the stage and your attention for all of thirty minutes." The older man remarks loudly, to which everyone quickly quieted down and took a seat. Once the last of the group had seated down the man continued. "Uh hum. As some of you are aware my name is Dr. Augustus Percival Whitley the third. But my friends call me Dr. or Professor Whitley I am the current head of the Miskatonic University Archeological guild south American Branch. I thank you all for attending today's expedition. First, I'd like to go over a few key details before we begin."

He then points to his assistant. A young woman with black raven hair in a messy assortment from the tropical heat. She struggles to keep her oversize glasses on as she tries to remain calm on stage. She gives a faint and nervous smile as the Professor Whitley remarks, "I want to thank my assistant, Ms. Juliet Scarlett. She may be new to our guild but she has proven herself with the latest find."

The Professor then gives a small applauded to which the crowd followed. She simply nods and tried not to look like a fool. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Professor Whitley. "Now, onto the second matter. I'm sure that some of you heard the rumors, about expeditionary members going missing or none returning. I would like to set everyone's minds at peace and say while a few of the members are missing the number has been greatly exaggerated. Odds are they fell prey to a wild animal or possible undiscovered quicksand patches found across the island. That is why on this expedition we will be setting some ground rules. Now with that out of the way let's discuss what we found on the previous expedition. We found multiple murals, stone statues, and oddity idols of ancient origins. We are still unsure if it's Ai apace of the Mochica tribe or The Great Goddess of Teotihuacan from Aztec. What's agreed upon by those who studied the relics was that they celebrate some sort of Craftsmen or technically crafts-woman god. Perhaps a fertility goddess."

He then clicks on a button and a slide show popped up. Revealing multiple photo's of relics showing a multilegged idol of a woman. He then had the next slide shown, where a photograph of a ruin of sorts. He then remarked, "On the last expedition we found this at the base of the mountain, it looked like a tomb of sort, perhaps a ritual rite. Unfortunately, it was locked. However, a recent dig out in Southern Mexico has uncovered this."

He then holds up a strange looking idle. Like the one from the photo, it was decorated in gold, jewels, on a stone base. The room was filled with murmurs as eyes fixated upon that idol. The Professor soon continue discussing the plans to return the idol as well as the interesting facts in discovering the idol, the room goes silent for Ren as his eyes widen in absolute horror. He had seen the idol before, in the dream lands. Memories begin flooding his mind of as he breathes heavily in a panic. In his mind he can hear the sound of clicking Atlach noises, ghoulish wails, and the whomps of gugs was all he can hear. As he takes in a few deep breaths he simply couldn't take it and quickly got up before storming off.

Ren raced outside at a brisk walk with his heart pumping so hard that it echoed in his head. Along with the sound of those horrifying creatures his senses were dulled as he aimless tries to get away. Yet every time he took a step, he couldn't escape the nagging sensation of being followed. In the corner of his eye, he see's his jailor, smugly smiling in one of his many forms. He knew not if they were real or twisted visions of his batter psyche, but was on his wits end as he moved through the camp site. Suddenly he felt a cold hand on his shoulder, causing him to quickly turn on the unknown assailant. He grabbed the stranger by the throat, shoving her against the wall before a sudden flick of his left wrist causing StormFlower to shoot out.

"Eeep don't shoot me, please!" The stranger said in a frighten yip. Ren now getting a good look at his assailant recognizes her. It was that girl, Juliet. She was terrified beyond belief and who could blame her. He had a gun to her head and the look of a mad man. Just before he could do anything a new and very familiar voice called out from the side.

"Ren, vid gud skägg what has gotten into you!" Olof shouted at Ren as he pushes him away from Juliet.

"I… I… (Sigh) Apologies, just leave me be." Ren apologies as he quickly tucks his guns back into his wrist. He couldn't look at Juliet from the shame. Before either one could get another word in Ren raced away to sulk by himself for what he almost did.

Juliet was left in a stake of confusion and utter terror. She could hardly move as she had never had a gun pointed at her face before in her entire life. The fear eventually over took her and she fell to the ground in terror. She would have pissed herself if she was any more terrified by what just happen. As she tries to regain her thoughts a shadow gleamed over her. Looking up she saw the old man who saved her standing above her, holding out his hand.

"You alright Fröken?" Olof asked with a hand out to her. Juliet looked at his hand for a few moments before taking it nervously.

"I… I, Um. Thanks. Just um, need a moment, to um." Juliet stammered as Olof helped her up. He then holds up his hand before speaking.

"It's fine. Not sure anyone would ever suspect having a gun pointed in there face around here huh?" Olof said jokingly which caused Juliet to chuckle. Not in the sense she found the idea of having a gun shoved in her face, but in the sense that she didn't want to seem awkward. Which unfortunately the long lasting chuckle caused that.

"It's um… fine. I didn't know he was… well um, armed." Juliet said as she pulled at her shirts collar.

"Or suffering from skalchock. I'll have a word with him about it." Olof said as he pat's Juliet on the shoulder before going after Ren, leaving Juliet alone by the tent.

An hour later, at the entrance to the Jungle.

An hour later, after a scolding from Olof. He and Ren made there way to the entrance to the jungle. There a caravan group had gathered ready to follow Professor Whitley into the heart of darkness. They had each grabbed a load of supplies needed for the trip, as the hike through the jungle would take a day. They had made there way through the crowed, but something was different. Eyes were on them as they waded through. Muttering and rumors spread among the group of thirty.

"Did you heard what the kid did?" "How the hell did he hid it up his sleave?" "Can't be that powerful if a chink can carry it, much less hide it in his sleave." "Should he even be here? Waste of money seeing my iron can do better then that peashooter." "Tsk, yeah why is he even here?"

As the hushes got louder and louder, a knocking on a nearby coconut tree got everyone's attention. Professor Whitley stood before the group, now dressed in an attire more fitting for the long hike ahead of them. He clears his throat before fixing his pith helmet.

"Now, before we begin our hike I'd like to remind everyone to follow the rules of what is to come. Rule 1, Stay together. We will not loose anymore men to the dangers of the jungle. Rule 2, you carry what you will use. I swear if any one of you demand we turn around to pick up your medicine, sleeping bag, or a spare of socks I'll have you beaten with your own walking stick… if your remember to pack one." He then pauses to look at Juliet, who gave a nervous chuckle as she knew who he was referring to. He then finished up by stating the last rule. "Finally, there be no fighting on the is journey. Leave your problems behind on the shores. Everyone will be paid for there time, and any fighting there will be cuts to your pay. Am I clear?"

There was a murmured yes, but he hadn't need to say it. After all, the prospect of golden jewels had already enchanted the minds of everyone present. With that Professor Whitley opened his arm and invites the group down the path. People begin crowding down the trail, Ren was about to pass Whitley when he held out his cane to stop him.

"Hold on a second. I'd like a word with you, young lad." Professor Whitley said as he pulled Ren to the side. Once of the beaten road, Professor Whitley turned to Ren and gave a stern warning. "I was told how you pulled a weapon on Juliet. Now I normally have you removed from the trail but…"

"Your down a member. Small Pox if I recall." Ren interrupted gaining the attention of Professor Whitley. "Not to worry. I won't do it again. Just had some bad memories from seeing that idol."

"Bad memories? You seem quite young to be horrified. And I doubt you ever serve on the western or eastern fronts." Professor Whitley remarks.

"I was in the Amazon, with Professor Nathaniel Peaslee." Ren answers as he crosses his arms.

"Oh… I see." Professor Whitley said realizing what Ren was referring to. "Regardless, I'll give you a single warning. Break that and I'll have you hike back on your own."

Ren simply gave a shrug in response and quickly return to the group. He found Olof in crowed and the two continue their march into the heart of darkness. Hours go by as the group moved deeper, and deeper into the island. Ren kept his eyes focused on the trail ahead without saying much. Olof had some problems with the hike. He was not accustomed to such muggy climate. Granted Hong Kong had hotter summers then his native land, least the ocean breeze kept him cool. Here if the heat doesn't kill him then the insect humming around would. As he swats a mosquito, he notices Juliet swatting at the air trying to kill the hundreds of gnats that swarmed her at her head.

"Bugs?" Olof asked as he walked beside her.

"Oh, um yeah. I don't like being out in jungle. Especially with all these bugs around us." Juliet said as she tries swatting away a mosquito.

"Oh, you don't seem like the type to be out in the jungle." Olof stated as he swats a mosquito on the back of his neck.

"Yeah. Originally I wasn't suppose to be here. I'm what some people call, a bit of a… klutz." Juliet said with a red face in embarrassment.

"Oh… so why did you agree to this if I may ask?" Olof asked.

"Well… it's a bit embarrassing to be honest." Juliet remarks with a blush.

"Nonsense. I'd take embarrassing over sad any day." Olof said as he waved the entire thing off. "I raised two kids on with the most judgmental in-laws imaginable. Doubt you can tell me anything I haven't heard before."

Juliet gives a small smile before explaining why a desk worker like herself was marching in a bug infested jungle. "Long time ago, I had this friend well. He and I would play these games and one of them was this treasure hunting, where we go out into Miskatonic university library research about lost tribes and search for old native artifacts on the banks of the river. It was childish then but something about digging up old airheads really stuck with me. Continue doing it to this day as a hobby. Sadly, he left for San Francisco after his parents died. Never saw him again after."

"Sorry to hear that. Sounds like you and him were close." Olof said trying to comfort her.

"Yeah… we were once." Juliet said as she grabbed ahold of her airhead necklace around her neck. She and Olof went on to talk about there lives for a few hours. By the end of the conversation, the group had entered a clearing with a few rocks left around. The group was exhausted from the long hike, seeing this Professor Whitley stopped the group before speaking out.

"We shall take a thirty-minute breather. If you have trail mixed or quick titbits I'd advise eating them now." Professor Whitley said as he sits down on a rock and begins to set up his pipe for his afternoon smoke break.

The group begin breaking off into groups of there own. Discussing what they will be doing once they arrive or there cut of the treasure as they eat drink meager meals. Ren looked around for Olof, and he found him sitting by Juliet. He was still embarrassed by what he did earlier so he decided against sitting with the two. Promptly sitting beside a rock. As he pulls out his cantina, a familiar voice called out. "Mind if I sit here?"

Looking up, he see's Thomas standing beside him. Ren gave a gestor as he continues downing the water and Thomas sat beside him. After finishing his gulp Ren asks, "So you decided to follow us on the trail?"

"I'm a reporter Mr. Ren. A reporter specialized in photography. It would seem… how would the yanks put it, Half-cocked? Sloopy, point being if I don't document this expedition I would be insulting the profession as well as a disgrace to my job." Thomas while said as he fiddles with his camera.

"Hmm, good to see there are reporters who care about there professionalism." Ren remarks sarcastically as he caps his water.

"Yes, though I don't think I can say the same about you." Thomas said as he put fresh film into his No. 1A Pocket kodak camera. Ren gave a confused look to which Thomas explain, "I heard about your early incident, with Ms. Scarlet."

"Ooooh." Was Ren's response. He was about to get up when Thomas stopped him by placing his hand on Ren's shoulder.

"I ain't judging yah. I've been in your place more times then I'd like to admit." Thomas said as he removes his hand.

"I'd doubt that." Ren said as he sits back down.

"Heh probably, but I was at the battle of the Somme back in 16. One of the worst battles of the war, and I was at the forefront of it." Thomas said as his pupils constricts as he focuses on fixing his camera.

"We were told to fight for king and country. Go to the forefront, return as heroes. Instead, we found ourself in something out of the divine comedy. Except nobody was laughing. I still remember it now. Bodies falling, bullets flying, the screams of my fellow soldiers mixed with that of the enemy. I can remember every detail so vividly. But worst of all… was the mud. Sinking, stinking, sickly mud. We men begin to fear it more then the bullets that flew overhead. Some of us willingly held up our heads to have a quick an easy death over drowning in that horrible combination of water and earth. I still remember sinking in. My last thoughts were this field of France be my tomb." Thomas explains as noises of artillery and bullets can be heard in the back of his mind. He had to shake his head to clear them. Turning to Ren he continues, "Point being, I know the look of a man who is haunted by nightmares. So you don't have to act tough for my sake or anyone else's. It ain't going to fool anyone."

Ren considers Thomas words. But then he saw something in the corner of his eye. It looked like Nora for the faintest of moments, but her pure ocean eyes were black as well as the rest of the sclera. Giving a haunting smile as she fades from his utter corner of his eye. This caused Ren to once more go into a quick panic attack but he holds on by a fringe of his ever-losing sanity.

"I'll… consider what you said." Ren remarks as he gets up to clear his head.

After thirty minutes of trying to clear his head, he joins up with Olof who was still talking with Juliet. The group now feeling well rested gathered by the trail leading inland when Professor Whitley stopped them. "Before we go, I'd like to do role call. We don't want to leave anybody behind!"

This got the group to verbally groan in annoyance. Still, reluctantly they went along with it. Professor Whitley then went on to call out several names. Each one getting a response. "Sebastian Combs ("Here!"), Thomas White ("Here!"), Dr. Curtis Christensen ("Here!"), Lula Sexton ("Here!"), Bert Newton ("Here!"), Juliet Scarlte ("Here!"), Jim Cobb ("Here!"), Herbert Garrison ("Here!"), Leona Bolton ("Here!"), Dr. Eugene Robbins ("Here!"), Derrick Stein ("Here!"), Dale Jackson ("Here!"), Darren Olsen ("Here!"), Dr. Lorraine Ball ("Here!"), Lie Ren ("Here!"), Olof Larsson ("Here!"), Tanya Finley ("Here!"), Wallace Cherry ("Here!"), Chad Doyle ("Here!"), Lucy Henson ("Here!"), Kirk McMillan ("Here!"), Sergio Winters ("Here!"), Violet Lucas ("Here!"), Eddie Carr, Dieter Stark, Dr. Robert Burke, Ajay Sidhu, and Peter Ludlow!"

The group goes silent as five voices failed to call out. Professor Whitley then calls out again, "Eddie Carr, Dieter Stark, Dr. Robert Burke, Ajay Sidhu, and Peter Ludlow… does anyone see Eddie Carr, Dieter Stark, Dr. Robert Burke, Ajay Sidhu, and Peter Ludlow?"

The group looked around as it seems the five are missing. Annoyed everyone looked around for the five. Yet they were not around. In fact when looking back, they can see there bags was still in there place. Annoyed one member of the expedition shouted out, "Oh for the love of. Can someone please find where those damn fools!"

The crowed disperse much to Professor Whitley attempt at keeping things organized. Ren, Olof, and Juliet joined the group as they search for the missing five. Looking around the outskirts of the clearing Ren was able to find there trail. Seems like they had to go to the bathroom or something. The two follow behind Ren as they came to a thick part of the jungle. There the trail seems to have come to an end, with only a boot remaining.

"My god. What… What happened to them?" Juliet asked as she backs away from the two.

"I'm not quite sure. There wasn't any signs of a struggle." Ren remarks as he examines the shoe.

"Ja, and the trail abruptly ends here. Almost as if they flew." Olof said as he notices something on the tip of the shoe it was whitish yellow, almost like silk. But gave off an aroma that could be described as death. "Or dragged up."

The two looked up to see nothing in the dense jungle, however when Juliet looked up, she accidently bumped in a tree, causing something to come loose from the palms. It landed on her, and she begins to scream in horror. A body fell on top of her. It's leather skin barley covered its bones, the smell was horrific, and the look of horror could terrify a soldier out of his own skin. She screamed for a few more moments before Ren and Olof pulled her out from under the corpse. By the time they got her to her feet the expeditionary group came and found the group. Only to look on in horror at the body they found.

The scene opens up on a stage. Covered in multiple groaning drunks and girls walking the walk of shame from last nights debauchery. At the front was Wombag, holding his head in agony from the steady amount of drinks.

"Ugh… Hello Everybody. Wombag1786 here. So last nights party kind of got out of hand. We induldge to much in our own vices, and somehow a shootout happened. So I'll be quick about it before the Hang over and lawsuits kill me.

From: Blackcross0: Yep, I vaguely and hazily recall singing 'We don't talk about Bruno', but with Ren.

Thanks for writing Blackcross0

From: 1. No problems

2A. Communist. Even then they were bratty as all hell. You don't remember? She died in childbirth. Least that's what I recall… hold on, *One quick read over. Oh, whoops. Um, looks like I'll be fixing some mistakes.

2B. The same facial hair that was covered in traces of fecal matter? (Note he was locked away in an asylum and those asylums were not known for there sanitary.)

2C. Whoops… sorry.

3. "Hmm, I'll ask him." Wombag turns to the side and calls out, "Oi Combine, message for you."

Combine walked over to the stage, with a medical patch over his exposed chest and sunken eyes. "Yes, I did, Sir Carre. I could've done something about it, but I didn't wanna have Wombag write out a fight scene so here we are."

"Fight scene? what are you... oh wait. That explains the bruises... and the bullet hole." Wombag remarks as he looks down at the number of 30-06 bullet holes in his torso.

"Would probably have to pay for the damages if I decided to fight back." Combine remarks.

"Not really, despite hiring those two to play the twins th…crash " before Wombag could finish a glass falls to the ground and all eyes turned on Wombag. Eyes that looked like they were having flashbacks a ptsd soldier would have. After a few moments of awkward silence Wombag continues. "They have taken the roles way to seriously."

"Probably, maybe a little, we may never know."

"Yeah... most diffidently seeing you'll be having that on your chest." Wombag said point to the chest wound on Combines chest, before turning to the screen. "So in part he wasn't seduced. He was mutilated. He's fine. They just carved a strange symbol into his chest. Though crimson on the other hand, heh. He got the worst of it."
He paused to look over at Crimson who had the look of a PTSD Vietnam era soldier. Rocking back and forth as he stares into the void.

4. Thanks. Will do.

Thanks for writing Carre

Well with that said. I'm still working on getting back to a two week schedule, but this is my last year of college so I got to focus on my studies. Maybe I'll return to my two week schedule by April. So please hang on just a bit longer. Fav an Fol the story, leave a comment down bellow. And I'll respond.

This is Wombag1786 signing off