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Shapeshifter Isle Chapter 37 part 2; Changes
Topic Started: Jan 4 2014, 06:25 PM (1,420 Views)
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Time: Sunrise

I wasn’t sure what Soren was getting himself into, but he seemed to know what he was doing. No one really fairly credited him for his smarts, he may have been a little reserved but he had some potential. I watch him as his walks off, the rising sun casts a glow on his mahogany hair as a light breeze blows his blue hoodie behind him like a cape. ‘There goes our hero ,’ I laugh to myself, I was uncertain if his visit to D&R would change much, or even if he could get past the perimeter patrol but it was fun to think he was off on some important quest he had to fulfill. I get back to flipping through my notes and admiring my work, but after a while I get bored reading my own handwriting and toss it into my satchel. There wasn’t really much to do anymore after the events of yesterday. After beating the crap out of Iris, Marshall and his crew took off, of course I was invited to follow but I made up some lame excuse along the terms of “I’m not feeling well” or “I’m gonna stay here and ask around for more clues”. I was thinking about tracking down Iris and freeing her, but even if I found her there’s no way I could get through any of Marshall’s crew, most of the investigation team were pretty big guys who could probably drag me around easily in a fight. Even the few women on the team were pretty well-built and I wouldn’t dare mess with any of them. Marshall really wanted only the finest for his investigation, which is weird because you don’t need to be particularly athletic to solve a murder. Starting to think this whole “investigation team” was more than just that. By the time I look up again Soren is gone, well time to go see what everyone’s up too. I get up and walk through the CF camp, it was pretty much deserted. Walter was nowhere to be found as usual, Zach and Drake were still out in the woods, I was thinking of warning them too but I found out Marshall decided against going after them last night. Apparently he wanted to give them a false sense of security, making them think they were safe in their little hide out then waiting to surprise them. A lot of guys thought it was a stupid idea and complained that by the time they were done waiting the two of them would’ve changed locations, but Marshall assured them even if it happened he could track them down on foot. No one questioned Marshall’s ability as a tracker; that was an area where he was the undisputed master. Alex was a tad bit too young to really be involved in any important camp affairs, Darrius was too content with having a safe place to sleep and would definitely not risk it just to protect some girl or a few friends who haven’t talked to him in ages, I could never find Seamus anywhere and Adam had pretty much already sold his soul to Marshall last night. Times were definitely tough and for now I was confused and alone. As I walk past the empty huts and tents, I see a large group of people marching toward me they were maybe six of them. I automatically notice Seamus and Adam in it, I get up and wave to them. Only Seamus casually acknowledges my greeting with a head nod. I start talking once they get close to me.

“Hey, where are you guys headed?” I call over as I jog in their direction; none of them stop to talk to me.

“We were just out asking around the camp, in case anyone knew what Zach and Drake might be up to,” Seamus explains.
“Wait, so you guys are on the investigation squad?” I ask in surprise.

“Yeah, Marshall did some more recruiting last night when you went to bed, we have fourteen people on the squad now. He says we need the extra numbers so people will take us seriously,” Adam answers. I glare at him for a second without speaking. I was ashamed at what he did yesterday, but he didn’t seem the least bit flustered that he ordered a pack of coyotes to attack a poor girl. I guess he's just one those guys.

“So where are you guys going now?” I ask.

“We got word from Marshall that we’re needed out for border patrol, we’re meeting him and the others at Newside,” Adam continues, “you can come too, but I don’t think he really needs you.”

“It’s alright, I wanna see what our plans our next,” I reply.

“I heard we’re going after Zach and Drake today,” one older guy says, it’s an Indian kid maybe a couple years older than I am. I think his name is Sebastian or something.

“Really? I thought Marshall says we’re gonna wait a bit longer,” I interrupt, a little panicked, if we went after them now I wouldn’t have enough time to warn them.

“Well everybody’s getting so antsy; I mean we have potential killers at our doorstep. Nobody’s gonna feel safe until they’re caught. The way I see it we’re gonna get pressured into taking action sooner or later,” He responds, sounding sure of himself. I nod in agreement, with everybody getting so restless the investigation team really didn’t have choice but to start rounding up suspects. I trail the group of guys just a little further in silence before I pop another question.

“Hey, any of you guys bothered with what happened last night, you know with Iris,” I slowly say.

“Oh, you mean that bitch who wouldn’t cooperate?” Seamus asks, “she had it coming, I heard she started cussing at the investigation squad, then flicked off Marshall.”

“Sounds to me like she was looking for a fight, Marshall just gave her what she wanted,” Sebastian comments.

“I dunno though, she was just being rude, that’s not really a legit reason for Marshall to curb stomp her brains out,” one voice says, I turn to see it belongs to a black kid around my age, wearing a Celtics snapback. I was relieved at his words. At least somebody agrees with me.

“You weren’t there RJ,” Adam says to the black kid, “she came at Marshall after he made her get out of the tent, he was defending himself. If he didn’t do something she would’ve pounded his face in.” My eyes grow wide with surprise at Adam’s comment. I couldn’t believe he was defending Marshall, last night he turned into a blubbering idiot when he was told to sic his coyotes on Iris. Now he’s defending everything that happened, as if he was all for it since the beginning. Before I can say anything RJ cuts in.

“Well of course she would come at him, I would try and defend myself if someone dragged me out of my tent too.”

“Well she pretty much asked Marshall to drag her ass, I mean we’re trying to solve a murder here and she’s acting like an immature brat,” Seasmus replies.

“She cursed a few times and flicked him off, big deal, that doesn’t mean you beat the shit out her then go tie her up somewhere,” RJ says.

“She was withholding valuable information, this is a fucking murder case remember?” Seamus says clearly getting frustrated, “if Drake or Zach are involved in this, which they probably are, then she’s a collaborator to murder suspects. You realize back in civilization you would get in huge trouble for that shit?”

RJ stares at the ground then kicks up a few pebbles; you could tell he was thinking on what to say. Seamus had a pretty solid point, there was a pretty good chance either Drake or Zachary were somehow connected to this whole thing, I hated to admit it too, but those guys weren’t the same friends who survived the shipwreck with me. They’d grown apart now, they’d become more alien, they spent all their time in the woods and hardly visited any of the Carnivora guys anymore, they had become little more than distant strangers to me now, but why did I still have this desire to help them out then? Zach and Drake are probably murderers and I’m thinking of warning them about the investigation, wouldn’t that make me a collaborator as well? Couldn’t I be found just as guilty as they are? The questions were burning me alive. All I knew for sure was I could only trust a handful of people now. I’m so entrenched in my own thoughts I don’t bother trying to defend my views in the whole issue, and I follow the lively young group to Newside with relatively little bickering. We get there and see the rest of the investigation crew sitting around a small fire talking and eating, I hear a few whispers as we head toward them:

“I heard they’re keeping Iris hidden cause Marshall doesn’t want Clint to find out,” some suggests.

“Naw, a few snitches already ran out and told him last night,” someone answers.

“Then how come Clint hasn’t come back from border patrol yet, you know to deal with Marshall?” the same voice says.

“I dunno, maybe he’s okay with this.”

“You know how Clint is, no way he’s gonna be okay with it.”

Before their conversation starts getting really interesting I hear a ruckus being made on the other side of camp, people start murmuring and shifting around uncomfortably. I turn my attention and see the source of their discomfort: Clint was back and he didn’t look happy.

“Well speak of the devil,” one of the earlier voices says. Clint marches through new side tightly gripping his spear by his side, he’s accompanied by Carlos, Bridgette, and Frank. I remember Frank and Bridgette ran away last night to find Clint and tell him what was happening at camp, weird that it took them all night to do it.
“WHERE’S MARSHALL?” Clint barks, I’d never seen him so mad. He’s answered by indistinguishable muttering and more people walking away uncomfortably. “I SAID, WHERE’S MARSHALL?” he orders again, still no clear response.

“Clint calm down, he’s probably hiding or something,” Carlos says. Clint blatantly ignores him.

“SOMEBODY BETTER TELL ME WHERE MARSHALL IS RIGHT NOW!” he shouts.

“Clint I’m right here,” a voice finally answers. Clint spins around and sees Marshall sitting by a campfire, having some tea a few yards away. Marshall gives Clint and friendly wave just to make him extra pissed off.

“MARSHALL HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND?!?!” Clint roars, as he begins trudging toward him. It seems like everyone in Newside had gone silent, this was the first time anybody had heard Clint curse aloud, this was extremely odd considering Clint had such a long temper, it looked like Marshall had pushed him too far.

“Well it’s nice to see you too Clint,” Marshall remarks sarcastically, as he stands up.

“Marshall when I put you in charge of the investigation I never gave you a right to beat shit out women and kidnap them!” Clint snarls.

“Oh don’t give me that feminist bullshit, because she’s a women suddenly it’s a huge crime,” Marshall mumbles as he takes a long sip of his tea, “Besides she was being uncooperative, you realize she kept information from us? This is a murder case Clint, she might as well been the accomplice.”

“So she lied to you where Drake was, that doesn’t mean you beat her half to death!”

“Well if we don’t use force who takes us seriously? Huh? Nobody Clint, I mean come on if we don’t give people a reason to respect or cooperate with us then who are we? Just a bunch of wannabe rent-a- cops right?” Clint frowns and furrows his brow, he wasn’t satisfied at all with Marshall’s explanation.

“So you mean to tell me that using excessive violence is the only way you’re gonna get people to cooperate with you on this?”

“I wouldn’t call it excessive violence, but you have the basic idea,” Marshall takes another sip of his tea, “you gotta be more open-minded Clint, I mean isn’t that the same reason behind water boarding people? How else are you gonna get terrorists to talk, what by asking politely?”

“I don’t give a damn Marshall, we can find other ways to solve this without using violence. But if you if you insist on standing by your actions you can kiss your job goodbye, because as of now I’m disbanding the investigation team.” Marshall stares at Clint for a second then bursts out laughing.

“God, Clint you crack me up,” he says, “but just a quick question: what then hell gives you the right to disband the squad?”

“What gives me the right? I fucking made the team, that’s what gives me the fucking right!” Clint yells.

“Well that’s not your choice it’s the camp, isn’t that right guys?” Marshall says as he turns to the audience that had formed, “who here wants to keep the investigation just the way it is, raise your hand.” Sure enough a majority of the people listening slowly begin to put their hands up. “Come on don’t be shy, this is democracy.” Marshall says, upon his encouragement nearly every person around has their hand up, Marshall proudly turns back to Clint. “The people have spoken.” Clint looks around worried, he turns to Frank, Carlos and Bridgette but they look just as panicked.

“Fine, I’ll get my perimeter patrol down here and we’ll force your group to disband.”

“Force us to disband? Oh but weren’t you just saying violence isn’t the way?”

“Well since violence seems to be the only language you understand I’ll be forced to use it.”

“You’re going to set your whole patrol loose on us? How is that better than roughing up one girl for some answers?” the crowd chatters in agreement, “Clint, I think it’s time you stepped down.”

“Stepped down, what are saying?”

“I’m saying if you can’t understand what it’ll take to keep camp safe from those killers out there, then I don’t think you should be in a position of power,” Marshall finishes calmly, taking another sip, the crowd begins to roar in approval.

“Yeah, who fucking died and made Clint king anyway!”

“We don’t have to listen to you anymore!”

“We make our own choices around here!”

The crowd continues shouting words of contempt for Clint, they were finally coming to their senses. Clint looks around, his eye wild with fear like a deer in headlights. “Wait, there’s no need for this, everybody just calm down,” Clint says nervously, “we can sort this out.”

“BULLSHIT, WE’RE TIRED OF YOUR SHIT CLINT!” an older man shouts. The crowd erupts in cries of agreement.

“YEAH YOU DON’T FUCKING OWN US!”

“NO MORE CLINT! NO MORE CLINT! NO MORE CLINT!”

With every word of hatred toward Clint it seems Marshall grows happier and happier. He lowers the brim of his hat in an effort to conceal his grin, but it’s obvious tossing Clint out of power was exactly what he wanted all along. Clint looks more panicked than ever. “Marshall if you don’t stop this madness right now I’ll get the border patrol down here!”

“Really Clint, you’re so desperate for power that you’re going force us to listen to you?” Marshall sneers. The crowd is furious now, bones, rocks, sticks, dirt, and even human waste goes flying at Clint and his comrades.

“NO MORE CLINT! NO MORE CLINT! NO MORE CLINT!”

Clint turns and runs, a handful of feces hits him in the face as he takes off, Frank, Bridgette and Carlos trailing close behind as they’re bombarded with trash and waste. Some members of the crowd chase them off waving spears and sticks as they do.

“IF WE SEE YOUR ASS IN CAMP AGAIN, WE’LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH!” one zealous young man yells as he takes off after them.

After a few good yards they disappear in the brush, Clint was gone.

The crowd starts to relax, and I see in the corner of my eye Jordan walking over to Marshall.

“What if he comes back with the patrol?” Jordan asks in whisper, I was surprised Jordan didn’t follow Clint as well, I guess he was now in full service of Marshall.

“I know Clint, he loves being the head honcho but he’s not gonna attack his own people for it. Besides if he does we’ll be ready.”

“But he still has the patrol under his thumb,” Jordan replies.

“Soon enough word’s gonna spread and they won’t take orders from him anymore, but I want you to get to them before he does, get the fastest squad you can and head over to the border. Tell them to come back to camp,” Marshall instructs him, Jordan nods then takes off, “Marshall turns to the somewhat more relaxed crowd and addresses them. “All right, now that Clint’s gone, I think we need to have ourselves a council.” I didn’t like where this was going, sure Clint might’ve been too controlling but at least he was a decent man, but Marshall, I don’t know about Marshall.
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Jan 12 2014, 12:17 PM
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Jan 12 2014, 09:39 AM
sooooooo Fishfreak is going through a crap load of real world issues and likely won't be able to write, so I'm just gonna expand my chapter for plot's sake
I figured that was gonna a happen. He's so emotional ^o)
come on give the kid a break he has a ton load of school work, a friend who cuts himself and is on suicide watch, a whole ton of favors he has to do for friends, and a bunch after school meetings and on top of that he's getting sleep deprived. I think he has some of the worst of it and we can't really blame him is he doesn't really have the time anymore
VD has a friend that killed himself and school, I have the highest chance of dying here and you don't see us complaining much. But whatever hope he gets better.
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Jan 12 2014, 12:17 PM
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Jan 12 2014, 09:39 AM
sooooooo Fishfreak is going through a crap load of real world issues and likely won't be able to write, so I'm just gonna expand my chapter for plot's sake
I figured that was gonna a happen. He's so emotional ^o)
come on give the kid a break he has a ton load of school work, a friend who cuts himself and is on suicide watch, a whole ton of favors he has to do for friends, and a bunch after school meetings and on top of that he's getting sleep deprived. I think he has some of the worst of it and we can't really blame him is he doesn't really have the time anymore
VD has a friend that killed himself and school, I have the highest chance of dying here and you don't see us complaining much. But whatever hope he gets better.
true I guess, but it's a whole different ball game for him I guess, i just don't want him to go Wyvax on us
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Jan 12 2014, 09:39 AM
sooooooo Fishfreak is going through a crap load of real world issues and likely won't be able to write, so I'm just gonna expand my chapter for plot's sake
I figured that was gonna a happen. He's so emotional ^o)
come on give the kid a break he has a ton load of school work, a friend who cuts himself and is on suicide watch, a whole ton of favors he has to do for friends, and a bunch after school meetings and on top of that he's getting sleep deprived. I think he has some of the worst of it and we can't really blame him is he doesn't really have the time anymore
Dude shut up, my friend did kill himself, I have a cousin who cuts herself, I have school work and yet I don't whine about it and i post all the time.
Worst of it my ass
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Jan 12 2014, 09:39 AM
sooooooo Fishfreak is going through a crap load of real world issues and likely won't be able to write, so I'm just gonna expand my chapter for plot's sake
I figured that was gonna a happen. He's so emotional ^o)
come on give the kid a break he has a ton load of school work, a friend who cuts himself and is on suicide watch, a whole ton of favors he has to do for friends, and a bunch after school meetings and on top of that he's getting sleep deprived. I think he has some of the worst of it and we can't really blame him is he doesn't really have the time anymore
Dude shut up, my friend did kill himself, I have a cousin who cuts herself, I have school work and yet I don't whine about it and i post all the time.
Worst of it my ass
How you deal with the rigors of life is what really determinds whether or not you are a real man.
I stepped on a plug today, not the nice side either.

I'm surprised I didn't roll around in agony for 30 minutes, only 29 this time. I jumped out of my bed as well.
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Jan 12 2014, 09:39 AM
sooooooo Fishfreak is going through a crap load of real world issues and likely won't be able to write, so I'm just gonna expand my chapter for plot's sake
I figured that was gonna a happen. He's so emotional ^o)
come on give the kid a break he has a ton load of school work, a friend who cuts himself and is on suicide watch, a whole ton of favors he has to do for friends, and a bunch after school meetings and on top of that he's getting sleep deprived. I think he has some of the worst of it and we can't really blame him is he doesn't really have the time anymore
Dude shut up, my friend did kill himself, I have a cousin who cuts herself, I have school work and yet I don't whine about it and i post all the time.
Worst of it my ass
How you deal with the rigors of life is what really determinds whether or not you are a real man.
I stepped on a plug today, not the nice side either.

I'm surprised I didn't roll around in agony for 30 minutes, only 29 this time. I jumped out of my bed as well.
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Looks like the Irish atleast funnier than the english
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Looks like the Irish atleast funnier than the english
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Looks like the Irish atleast funnier than the english
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Y would u do suc a ting?
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