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Shapeshifter Isle Chapter 21; Betrayal
Topic Started: Dec 13 2013, 11:43 AM (399 Views)
Black Ice
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Time - Somewhere around noon the next day (Time-skip from Munfys)

Location - A mile outside the camp
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A loud yawn escapes my mouth as I stretch and leap out the tree I was sleeping in. I hit the ground with a thud before tucking in my body and rolling a few feet to disperse the shock of my 10 foot tall leap into the cool grass and dead leaves of the forest floor. I take of my hood before running my hand through curly hair, then glancing at my distorted tribal tattoo, then at the large scar on my shoulder from the wolf biting me and the ones on my right arm and lower torso from the elk. I was tearing myself up with my heavy physical activity. I look back up into my sleeping tree at my weapons and bag still nestled snugly into the branches and vines. Then close my eyes as I remember a peculiar question once asked to me.

"Drake! We have tents and warmth here at the camp, why are you so adamant about sleeping out in the forest so far from us?" The voice of the stranger from the camp spoke to me.

"I could give you an answer, but it most surely would be a lie." I replied back at him. Truth is even I didn't know why I would sleep so far from the camp.


I snap back into reality as a breeze blows dead leaves into my face and sways the branches as the sun shone brightly through the forest canopy. I toss back on my hood and run back up into the tree for my tomahawk and knife leaving everything else in its hiding spot. I jump back out and roll with another thud. It took high amounts of skill to master doing parkour with razor sharp edged steel weapons strapped to my body. But I somehow managed.

I glance around as I pull on my fingerless gloves and wipe dust and dirt off the bottoms of my bare feet. My black jeans were ripped up seemingly more and more at the bottom with every tree I climbed. I let a loud sigh escape my mouth before walking aimlessly through the forest floor. I could hear the sounds of birds screeching in the sky. As I walked a peculiar one slammed into my ears. I stop walking and look up through a gap in the tree tops before I pick up the faint object circling the sky with my enhanced vision. A light smile emerges from my face.

"So they're eagles on this island after all?" I chuckle as I gaze at the birds beauty. It looked to be a Bald Eagle, a medium sized bird of prey. I continue gazing at the bird until my enhanced hearing catches mumbling and the sound of something being dragged on the ground a few meters from me behind a thick clump of brush.

"Hm?" I mumble as I stare over at the noise before picking up more of the conversation.

"...... Put the body over here..... take that....... no you idiot..... shut up before someone hears...." The voices of what sounds like 2 men arguing over something hits my ears. I casually walk over to the clump realizing they were too busy arguing to even hear me. I dive into the brush and peek through the leaves at them however the sunlight shining in my eyes made it near impossible to make out their appearance. Their conversation continues.

"Is he dead?" One voice speaks, I aim my eyes towards him, he was a white man, a pretty athletic looking one at that, roughly my size and height but not as lean or defined in muscle. He mumbles dragging the dead corpse of what seems to be a elderly man.

"What in the fuck....." I mumble under my breath still watching them.

"Yes, he's dead. Did you loot him?" The other voice spoke just as he kicks up some dead leaves to cover the body. He was shorter than the other and fair skinned with glasses. A gentle breeze whips over us before the eagle above us screeches again.

"Good, now hurry up! I heard from around the camp that psycho that took on that elk by himself sleeps out around this area!" The white man says annoyed.

I continue watching coldly before the other man speaks.

"You mean Drake? The Reaper of the forest? Hahahaha!" The short man laughs aloud.

"He's probably still asleep in some dumbass tree like the fool he is." He finishes before the white man starts to ease up chuckling.

"Yea, I guess you're right. Anyways glad nobody caught on to the fire scheme back at camp." He laughs crossing his arms. I raise an eyebrow at that last statement.

"Fire at camp? Who the hell are these people?" I ask myself still trying to get a clear view of their faces, but they were always facing away from me. I sit pondering over what to do. I was about to confront them before the short one said something that caught my interest.

"You think the others are done?" The tall figure asks. The wind swishes through the forest again.

"Others?" I mumble.

"Oh yea, now lets go before we do actually run into that freak that killed the elk, he's back from his expedition right?" the short one says laughing before popping his knees.

"Oh yea, now once everything is set up we will set our eyes on that damn Red and Walter." He nods.

"Red and Walter?" I ask myself. What the hell was going on? I finally decide to step out of my hiding place. I get within a few feet of them before they notice me.

"What in the fuck! It's him! It's the guy! Drake!" The white man croaks out fearfully at the sight of me. I just glare at him and the short man who pulls out a rusty bowie knife. The white man then pulls out a bike chain he found from god knows where.

"What's with the body?" I ask aiming my gaze at the body crudely hidden under leaves, my hood shrouding my eyes as my robe masks my entire body.

"Don't worry about it!" The white man begins to mumble as the short guy whistles loudly. I sit pondering at what the hell he just did when suddenly a voice rings in my head.

"Turn around...."

In a split second I pivot around on my right foot while grabbing my tomahawk from my back and throwing it towards the flying object coming at me. The axe rips into the bird and rams into a tree propping itself and the bird up. The eagle twitches for a second before dying. I sit amazed at what just happened.

"A Bald Eagle?" I mumble walking over to my axe and ripping its blade out of the bird as the creature falls to the ground. I strap it back to my shoulder before looking at the two guys.

"He...... he..... he really is a freak!" The white man starts choking in fear. The short guy casually punches him in the shoulder.

"Shut up! This might actually be a good thing you found us Drake, judging by your reflexes and abilities we would like to propose an offer." The man finishes tossing a full face hood over his head to cover his identity. The white man follows suite right before a cloud covers the sun finally allowing me to see their now masked faces.

"And what makes you think I will accept it?" I growl as I pop my hands awaiting to beat the shit out of them.

"Because you will be rewarded greatly, you see, we have a sort of illegal smuggling operation going on inside the camp, where we smuggle in things like weapons we create, makeshift drugs and explosives, and last but not least..... trained attack animals from the wild." He laughs as he realizes he has grabbed my interest. I smile at the offer.

"Oh really? So that Bald Eagle was....." I trail off. These guys really got me interested.

"Just one of our animals. We also have a few others. Some wolves currently being trained, Bald, Golden, and Sea Eagles taken by our means,bobcats, and even a few black bears going under our training." He finishes.

"How the fuck you train a Black Bear?" I ask suddenly not interested in their lies. The white man suddenly speaks in.

"We have our ways..... I'd like to leave it at that." He mumbles.

"What's with the body?" I reply.

"A snitch had to be taken care of." the short man replies.

"So you in or not? Just name your terms." The white man walks over to shake my hand. I pause in thought for what seems to be hours, if I joined them and got caught, I would be a traitor to my friends...... I think long and hard about it before answering...

"I want my own animal as my down payment into your little operation, we'll discuss the rest later." I laugh shaking his hand. He smiles.

"Well then, I see this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership, we could use your physical abilities and popularity in the camp to our advantage Drake." He laughs beckoning me to walk with him and his friend. A ominous smile creeps across my hooded face.

"What do I have to do, partner...." I ask chuckling.

"Forgive me guys.....but I have ambitions I need to fufill.... The thought rings in my head.

To be continued...................
Edited by Black Ice, Dec 13 2013, 03:50 PM.
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VenomousDragon
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Not my favourite chapter
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VenomousDragon
Dec 13 2013, 11:58 AM
Not my favourite chapter
Don't remember giving a fuck lol
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Munfy
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Trained attack animals in the short time we've been there.., but I did like the murder was hoping it would turn into a mystery type deal
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Wild
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....What the hell? Haven't we only been here for just under a month?
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Munfy
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^ ya, I don't really get why there's a black market or where things are being smuggled from, I was under the impression that it was mostly a do what ever you want as long as your not fucking with other people's shit type of society so there wouldn't be a black market for weapons or drugs...

But I like the murder arc and Walter and red thing
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Dammit BI there anarchists not the damn mafia, you be fuckin up teh arch
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Wild
Dec 13 2013, 12:52 PM
....What the hell? Haven't we only been here for just under a month?
I've already thought it all out just let it roll for now bitch.
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Just F.Y.I. the mystery men aren't really doing mafia style stuff, I just wrote it that way for lack of better way to state it. It'll all make sense as I get into detail later. I got a perfect idea for this criminal arc. I'm probably gonna pm Nick or Dave the idea.
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But not you Wild! I'm not getting in another many a page debate with you.
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