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| Shapeshifter Isle Special: The Dragon; #2 | |
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| VenomousDragon | Nov 2 2013, 12:56 AM Post #1 |
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I awoke feeling like I had been hit by a car, everything ached, even slight movements a labour, dispite my body's fierce protest I sit up and its only then that I become aware of my surroundings "Why the fuck am I on a beach?!" I think aloud "Because the boat crashed" morris replys "FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" I yell startled as I jump in the opposite direction the sound came from and am greeted with near instant pain "You scared the crap out of me Morris.... Wait what do you mean the boat crashed? What the hell is there to crash into in middle of the Pacific?" I say regaining my composure "An island apparently" Morris replies "We crashed into the Island?" I inquire with a raised eyebrow "Well not exactly the boat smashed into the shallows just off shore" Morris replies "......where are my parents?" I ask "They didnt make it Nick, the only reason we did was because we were thrown frim the boat just before it crashed, they were below deck, I barely managed to pull you ashore....." his sentence trailed of as he watched all exppression drain from my face. My legs turned to rubber beneath me and I fell backwards, I felt horrible, in way I couldnt describe, never in my life had I felt this aweful before and for nearly two hours I just sat, trying to wrap my head around the finality of what I just heard. "Nick, are you alright?" Morris asked tenitively, a truly idiotic question of course I wasnt but I knew his heart was in the right place "I'll be fine just give me a minute or two" a lie "Alright, well I noticed now that the tide has roled out that I should be able to reach the boat fairly easily, Im going to go see what I can scavange from the wreck, you'll be okay till i get back?" another stupid question for such a smart guy he seems to ask alot of them " Im not going anywhere" I reply "Alright, good, then I'll be off" and with that he headed for what was left of the boat. 30 minutes he came back, I was still in the same position but not nearly as shock struck as I was before, He had a first aid kit, a fire starter kit, a couple of those silver emergency blankets, some canned food, a spear gun and four spears for it and a-I cant help but laugh and pain is my instant reward for this short fleeting moment of pleasure "Is that the stapler?!? Haahahahhahahah why of all the thing you could have grabbed did you bring back the fucking stapler?!" I asked Laughing "Hey! we very well could find a use for it or build something with it, you never know" Morris replied almost offended "Whatever you say Macgyver" I say chuckling "good to see your feeling better" he says sarcasticly although I can see in his face that he is worried about how quickly I seem to be getting back to normal "Dont worry about it, I can grieve later, right now I need to help get some kind of camp set up" I say answering his unasked question "I'll go find a place to set up camp, you stay here and make sure that fire starting kit works, it will make our lives a hell of alot easier....OH! And check that first aid kit for pain killers, I feel like shit" I say walking into the forest "Aye aye el capitan!" Morris replies. It is at this point that I realize that my shoes are gone and I only have 1 sock, I take it off and pocket it, any warmth gained is off set by have my feet feel individually different. I Break tree branches as I go along, so i can find my way back. I feel oddly comfortable in the forest probably due to how similar the Flora is to coastal B.C. makes me feel like something in this fucked up situation is normal. I come across a small creek and look around for a place to set up a camp, it doesnt take too long considering we only need room for two people and a fire pit. I head back to tell Morris, "Hey! a found a place fresh water and everything only like 5-10 minutes from here" I yell to him "Good, oh and here I found some pain killers" he replies "Thanks!" I reply happily swallowing the pills. "Is that everything?" Morris asks "Im pretty sure, You didnt forget your stapler eh? Macgyver" I reply in a mocking tone "You know one day this stapler is going to be the only thing standing between you and certain death, then who will be laughing EH? Nick" Morris says "Whatever helps you sleep at night, now lets start up that fire and cook some food, im starving, which reminds me did you remember to get the can opener or were you too busy rescuing your stapler?" I ask "Dammit" Morris curses at himself "Dont Worry about it, I got a swiss army knife" I say laughing. Soon we were enjoying our meal of pork and beans "Tomorrow Im going to try and get and bury my parents" I say in a tone so serious it even surprises me a little "Dont worry I'll come help besides there is propaply more stuff we can salvage from the boat bit for now we need to rest, Ill see you in the morning" Morris replies "goodnight" I say in agreement. We go bed, my can of beans still half full, the thought of going to get my parents after a full day in the ocean ruins my appetite. I awoke from a dreamless sleep to the sound of a tin can being knocked over and hitting a stone, when I open my eyes I see a coyote, no its too big, its a feral or maybe a wild dog similar to something of a brown husky. I got up to scare it away, relieved by the information that there now could be people on this island but those thoughts swiftly left my mind, instead of fleeing the dog stood its ground, snarled and lunged I instinctively throw up my arm and it latches into it and begins to thrash its head but its at this point that I realize the dog is very skinny, emaciated and it soon tires, I quickly over power it and pin it to the ground. I then pry my arm from its mouth, the bite isnt nearly as bad as I thought it would be, more than likely due to the dog's terrible condition but still the fact that it injured me fills me with rage and a desire to choke the life from the dog creeps over me, I begin to press on its throat when I see its eyes, filled with despiration and terror, I relent, I stand up letting the the dog go as it scampers away as low as it can get to the ground and its tail between its legs, I kick it in the ass but the dog only runs something like 7 meters away, reluctant to abandon its half can of beans, I sigh "Im probably going to regret this" I think aloud as I pick up and toss the can of beans its way, still low to the ground but now tail wagging the dog moves in to scarf down the pork and beans. "I see you made a friend" Morris' voice appears behind me "Oh yeah best fray frays, thats why I need the first aid kit" I reply rolling my eyes "bit you did it? Well atleast it doesnt look to have rabies from he- " I dont let Morris finish his sentence "Just pass me the kit, the longer we wait to go get my parents the more upleasents its going to be! As soon as I finished bandaging myself up we left for the beach. To be continued.... Edited by VenomousDragon, Nov 2 2013, 12:59 AM.
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| VenomousDragon | Nov 2 2013, 01:00 AM Post #2 |
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I was going to do more but I got tired, I have need of sleep. |
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| Wild | Nov 2 2013, 05:20 AM Post #3 |
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nice work, stories really coming together |
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| Black Ice | Nov 2 2013, 12:17 PM Post #4 |
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Excellent >:) |
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| VenomousDragon | Nov 2 2013, 12:28 PM Post #5 |
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Was I suppose to feel like a had written something that plays diectly into your hands? |
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| Black Ice | Nov 2 2013, 12:56 PM Post #6 |
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Nope I just like making that face. |
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| VenomousDragon | Nov 2 2013, 02:40 PM Post #7 |
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Oh okay. |
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