Silas Sutherland's Story

'I'm I dead?', it was the first thing that entered his mind when he suddenly regained consciousness and went into a state of mind where he could think. He wasn't aware of his body, but was wandering around around in his thoughts. Akita's body had been washed up on a god forsaken island and if you just happened to be some random passerby, it would almost seem like he was dead. Eyes closed, not sign of movement, but it didn't take long till he was finally swarmed into full reality. his body was warm and he didn't feel like moving from such a comfy position. The white sand felt so soft and cozy against his skin, the sun beating down on his calm figure.

Akita forced his eyes open, his line of vision quite blurred at the start. Continuously blinking till it cleared, he saw various others beginning to wake and stir. He remained still, his body felt detached from him and he didn't dare send messages to his brain to started getting up. He started with his fingers, then lurched his entire arm out, then to his legs and abdomen till he completely turn himself over. That wasn't such a good idea. a slice of sun caught him right at the eye which caused him to cry out in sheer pain. Groaning loudly, the little shock roused him to become fully awake now. Like a baby just beginning to take it's first steps, he struggled to get on his feet, his thighs aching greatly. stumbling round the sand speckled beach, he looked like a drunk man, even falling every few moments, but getting up just as quickly.

Not far from where he was, Akita heard the faint 'hello' in the near distance. He approached Silas and dropped himself down on his knees and let his body fall to the ground. "Is this heaven?", he asked dumbly.

Feeling Silas help him, it turns out they were still alive. "F*ck man!" he stood up straight as he untangled himself from Silas's grasp. "You should've just played along with it!", he said a little pissed that he hadn't died. It would've been better that way than being stuck in the middle of nowhere. Though he wasn't usually this cranky, maybe the plane crash and the fact that they were stuck in this uncharted island was what caused this little uproar of his.

Akita winced suddenly as he noticed a large bloody gash starting from his stomach to the left side of his chest. Cautiously, he hesitated at first, but slowly started to run his finger tips over the cut. He scrunched up his face in pain and made a mental note not to do that anymore. It was obvious that the injury would heal, but forever leave a scar on his body.

Cocking his head up, his eyes skimmed Silas and caught site of a long cut running down right his arm. "Hey, you have one too.." he said with a slight concern audible in his voice. He'd seen him around the school before and in some of his classes, but he wasn't too close to him in anyway. This could the time that destiny decided to bring them together.
It took a bit of time for Akita to actually start feeling the pain of the wound, but when it did hit him, it hit pretty hard. Gritting his teeth he cursed under his breath and walked along side Silas for a bit till they saw two figures up ahead. They were calling out for help. It didn't take very long till he was close enough in distance to recognize the pair, Reason and Emmalina. Waving his hand in the air to signal them he yanked Silas along, since the other girl seemed to be hurt. Who knows, maybe they were all hurt, not just physically, but mentally as well.

Prodigy woke up and blinked, her eyes staring up at the burning sun. She was lying on something damp, yet sandy, and weakly stood up to see that it was blood. Her own blood. She gave a small shriek and looked down at her body. A massive gaping wound that went from under her right arm down across her belly, and the force had ripped the top she had been wearing slightly as well. She felt slightly dizzy, though whether that was from the shock, just waking up or a bang on the head, she was't sure. Hopefully the second one, but the last one seemed most likely. She brushed the sand off her clothes and took a small, shaky step. She took in her surroundins, and spotted a few people in the distance, and recognised a few.

"Akita! And is that...Silas?" she yellsed. She could see two other figures, but couldn't make them out well enough to know who they were. "Guys!" she yelled again, slowly making her way down the beach. She took a few steps, and stumbled, landing on her stomach on the ground. The impact hit her wound, and she gave a small cry out in pain. "Okay," she muttered through gritted teeth. "We'll crawl then." She used her elbows to slowly drag herself down the beach, and when she was a couple metres away from the group, she stood up and walked the rest of the way. "Uh, I survived!" she said, a sad attempt at lightening the mood. The other figures were girls, and she recognised them as Emmalina -- or Lina -- and Reason. She gave them a weak smile, then looked down at her shoes, her purple All Star Converse were ripped up beyond repair.

As Lina feels herself slipping away she starts to feel a burden be lifted off her body,that was until she heard someone can her name and sit her up. She hears the girl's name,Reason. She never really talked to her before mostly because Reason was in a grade year younger than her and she never was a sporty girl from what Lina saw so she didn't really speak to her but she knew her face and name. She was good at remembing faces and putting them to names. She wraps the sweater around her trying to keep herself warm seeing Akita and Sila, a guy she hasn't really ever seen before. As they walk up to her and Reason she can't help but to feel so girly and fragil,she hated having guys see her in such a state of weakness,ok lie she just hated having guys close to her period. But she wasn't about to refuse help.

She stops shivering a little and starts to feel the sting of the salt water go into her cut. Feeling a pain in her stomach she wishes she ate that morning. She exhales trying to calm down and looks at her feet. Clearing her throat she thinks of what they should do next. "Is anyone else,you know....alive?" She asks with worry in her eyes. Looking around she sees a cut on both Sila and Akita. God,did everyone get hurt?! She asks herself hoping that Reason wasn't as hurt.

"Akita! And is that...Silas?". Akita turned around to see a stumbling figure in the distance. His eyes widened as it started to crawl, he almost thought it was a zombie until the familiar face of Prodigy appeared through the smog. Letting out one of his rare grins, he wanted to show his appreciation to her for trying to boost the atmosphere a bit. Losing their sense of humor and becoming depressed was something nobody would want as of now. They had survived a plane crash after all, that alone was something to celebrate about. Trying to make the mood more comfortable for everyone, he even commented on her badly torn up converse, "Nice shoes!", the sarcastic tone was audible in his words.

Akita then turned to the now functional Emmalina as she finally woke from unconsciousness. "Welcome back..", he said kindly and slipped off his dry sweatshirt as he noticed her teeth chattering and her body shivering. "Here, this should keep you warm..", he said as he passing her the slightly bloodied piece of clothing, but at least it was dry. It was a surprise, even to himself, that he was actually acting way off his usual personality. Not that acting the way he does in school would help much in this sort of situation. Seeing others hurt like this probably clicked his nice side into action. It reminded him of his sickly grandmother and how he had cared for her till the day she passed away. The sun was starting to get clouded over, the air becoming colder than it already was without the needed heat of the rays, while the seaside chills kept the temperature even lower.

"Is anyone else,you know....alive?", Akita was just about to respond to Lina's question when he suddenly felt rage powered punches at his back. It didn't hurt that much, instead they actually helped loosen up his tense muscles. When he'd finally had enough of the annoying twerp, he turned around to see a short boy with a demonic glare in his eyes. Sticking out his arms, he wrapped his left hand around the boy's head to keep him an arms length away, the petite figure still madly throwing punches. Snorting and raising his eyebrow, Akita reached over and with his right-hand, he grabbed the boys cheek and yanked on it. "Who brought their little brother along? I thought the trip was strictly for highschool students?", he said bluntly as he struggled not to laugh at his own joke. He'd barely seen this boy around the hallways of the school, but he just felt like pissing him off a little more. Eyeing the 'thrashing monkey', he guessed that he was around fifteen years old.

Silas and Akita reached the girls. Relieved that they were alive, Silas learned the girls' names as Lina and Reason. Silas kneeled and closely examined Lina. It was obvious that she was very hurt. Her teeth were chattering and she was shivering rapidly. A few moments later she awoke from unconsciousness, coughing and still shivering. "Take deep breaths Lina, you're going to be alright," Silas assured as she emerged from the painful sleep. Looking over to Akita, Silas saw him put his sweatshirt over her. "Here, this should keep you warm." Dropping from his knee, Silas sat on the coarse sand looking around with a concentrated look on him. Clouds starting to meander over the sun, making it colder while the tide continued to edge its way towards the group. Looking behind him, he noticed the tree line across the sandy coast that lead into dense forest. Even in utter silence, Silas couldn't hear even the faintest sound of wildlife within the trees. Suddenly remembering something, Silas dug into his jean pockets desperately searching. "Dammit," he said under his breath. We're going to need to find the others and group up fast, the sun is going to set soon and if my meteorology is correct, it's going to get substantially colder by nightfall. Fire. We need a means of administering a flame... His train of thought was abruptly broken by the sounds of close shuffling. "Prodigy?" Silas said. Yes it was Prodigy! She was crawling about the sand towards them. Her shoes were scorched and torn. "I'll be right back," Silas said before starting off towards her. He was trying not to run in risks of wasting energy. "I'm coming!" Silas assured. His steady stride was stopped when he heard a commotion behind him. A young looking person was attacking Akita effortlessly. Eventually Silas made out the person as Ashton, a lower-classman he barely knew. Akita seemed to be handling Ashton's crazed attacks so Silas continued towards Prodigy until he finally reached the girl on the ground. "Here," Silas said helping her up to her feet. Clutching onto her arm and shoulder, they walked back to the group. After returning, Silas' mind re-entered critical thinking mode.

Seeing all the peoplem around her,trying to help made her freak out alittle. The only time so many people were around her was when her parents were about to beat her. She looks at the people and wonder why they were helping her. I barely have talked to any of them in years,but now they're treating like a friend. I kind of like it. The thought goes through her head and she smiles at the thought. Seeing Akita hand her his sweatshirt she smiles at him sweetly and wraps it around her. She can feel some of her blood get on it and feels kind of bad. Looking down she looks at herfairly new purple Osiris sneakersshe tries to swallow the lump in her throat. It was quiet for a few moments before she started to hear yelling and she sees a younger kid hit Akita. She stifens a chuckle looking like it didn't even hurt the 18 year old. She the young kid she remembered him,Ashton. She never talked to him,he was a little too loud for her taste. But she tolerated him just like all the other guys at that school.

She sees Sila kneiled down next to her,she can feel herself start to freak out but the sting became unbearable and wasn't about to yell at him to get the hell away from her like she usually did when guys tried to touch her. She does what he saids and starts to calm down her breathing watching as Sila helped Prodigy,a girl she thought was pretty cool. She never talked to her much but they had classes together and they sat next to each other in a few,so they talked when she got bored of the class. Messing with the top peicing on her right ear she feels it getting colder but at least she stop shiverling so badly.

Seeing the clouds she curses. "Shit,we need to find somewhere dry. Or else i'm gonna freeze" She warns them in her New Yorker accent hoping at least one of them cocld understand her. She makes sure her braids are still in before trying to push herself up. Getting up with her one good arm,she looks around for a place they could stay and she could dry. She taps her foot rapidly trying to think. She looks at Akita then at Reason. "What do you guys think we should do?" She asks shrugging acting kind of like they were just a few of her teammates/friends.

Akita watched as the short tanned boy twisted out of his hold. He flared his nose slightly in entertained disbelief as the tiny figure became unbalanced and winded up tumbling to the ground, but merely catching his weight with a sand dusted hand planted into the ground. He snorted and thought of him as one of those super annoying brats that would get on his nerves and fight to show off in front of people. Never really understanding why they acted that way, Akita had always tried to avoid those type of people. Imagining himself in that state of mind was strange and impossible. He had been an only child and quite spoiled by his grandmother before she had gotten sick. An above average look, he was able to act the way he wanted to without any consequences and you could say that he became full of himself at times, but not enough to go out of hand. Never given a good reason to fight, he tried to stay away from that type of atmosphere as much as possible, but seeing such a young kid acting that way just perked his interest.

Turning his attention back to the group, he let the crazy 'monkey' cool down for a sec. "Shit,we need to find somewhere dry. Or else i'm gonna freeze", Akita nodded his head in agreement. He shoved his frigid hands into his pockets in an attempt to heat them up a bit. "Yeah, we all need to find a place to stay warm or we'll all die of hypothermia out here", he replied as he shuffled uncomfortably at the thought. The time had flew by quite quickly and it wouldn't be too long till the sun's heat would no longer be in their aid. The longer they stood their doing nothing, the colder the temperature seemed to get. "We need to start moving quickly..", he said aloud. 

Looking over at Silas, he noticed he seemed to have some ideas in mind. "Plan something with the group while I-", his sentence was abruptly cut off when a sudden surge of a strong kick was shot directly at his cut. Akita's body was sent tumbling backwards a good two meters. He landed with a thud on his side as unbearable pain spread from the cut all over his body. The impact of the young boy's foot had been strong enough to re-open his healing cut which caused a dangerous amount of blood to slowly inch its way out of the large opening. "Gaaauuhhww...", Akita groaned as he drowned in sheer anguish. He glanced down at his hand which was stained with his blood along with his shirt. His eyes scanned the piece of clothing as he watched the scarlet red hue start to run up the surrounding area of the previously white shirt and infect all parts with its contagious warning color. 'God damn it, that little...', he cursed mentally as his body curled into a half fetus like position, both hands clutching his chest. "Fuck!", his vision began to blur as his eyes began to water up a bit, but not because he was crying, it was from the soul crushing pain. Though it was probably freezing outside, his body felt an instant wave of heat, probably a side effect of the wound and his body getting injured in such a way.

 

Silas' thoughts were again interrupted by the Ashton kid. Observing in near disbelief, he saw Akita crumble to the ground in rensponse to Ashton's brutal kick. Silas immediately stood up and looked at Akita concerned, then striked his gaze to Ashton. "What's your problem?" Silas sternly dictated to Ashton. "I don't know if you hadn't noticed, but we just survived a hellish crash that nearly killed us. The last thing we need is more injuries." Taking his eyes to Akita again, Silas observed his bleeding. God damn it Ashton. Thoughts were racing through Silas' head at a thousand miles per hour, when he noticed the blue haired addition to the group. It was Sasha. Again, he didn't know this student well either, but knew his name. "Sasha, did you come alone? Are there more survivors back there?" Looking back over to the three girls, Silas was about to execute his quickly thought plan. "We need to help Akita closer to the tree line. I'm going to find a good place to set up camp, then we'll find a way to start a fire." He then turned back to Sasha. "Are there any more survivors?"
If only he had his lighter, he always carried it around. He felt rather stupid searching for it earlier when he realized you obviously can't bring a lighter on a plane.

When Ashton first saw Akita crash to the ground, he felt the wild exhileration of triumph, like a protagonist that had defeated a dragon with a fatal crushing blow. I did it! He couldn't believe that his kick had actually worked. An arrogant snort puffed fro his nostrils, his ego inflating substantially. Eying the fallen body that was crumpled in a fetal position, he advanced a few steps curiously, surprised that the noble-looking boy hadn't regained his footing. Tears seemed to be springing from Akita's eyes. Did it hurt that much? He bent slightly to inspect him intensely, and tumbled back in shock. Blood!
The scarlet hue was spreading and thickening a once spotless white shirt, and it was blatant that the senior was severely suffering internally. "H-how?" Ashton gasped, "I couldn't have...how?" Suddenly the sight of the red fluid renewed memories of the plane, the sea water thick with the blood of his best friend, his... Ashton ripped at his hair, falling to the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from Akita's shirt. He fell hard onto the sand and yelped breathily in pain, pushing back as if to escape the sight. Suddenly, it occured to him where he was. He turned, surveying the scenery and saw the wounded everywhere.

"I don't know if you hadn't noticed, but we just survived a hellish crash that nearly killed us. The last thing we need is more injuries." Sila's words of wisdom stabbed him like a razor blade and he twitched as if he had been slapped. Shame soaked him to the core. He turned sheepishly, and heard another voice scream at him. "Are you mentally deficient or something? He's injured, damn it!" It was Sasha, that girly boy. Shut up, twerp, he thought angrily. In anger, he sprang to his feet, an angry fist raised, and advanced a step toward Sasha, who, standing next to Silas, had glanced at him hatefully. Ashton opened his mouth as if to make a sharp rebuttal, but his jaw closed speechlessly, his eyes wide in terror. All he could see was Sasha, broken and bleeding. Instead, he flashed a middle finger at the blue-haired boy, sticking out a bubble-gum tongue. Pink lips scowled fiercely, his umber hair bristling like a cornered wildcat.
"Come on,guys the less wounds and fights we have the better. And you try and contain yourself." Stealing a glance at the girl, he flushed like a tomato. A girl, now. What was her name again? He hated to be told what to do, and sneered at her, turning away from embarassment. With all this negative attention directed at him, this had to be his worst self-made predicament yet. He had created other injuries in the past, but none so serious. He found that he was trembling all over with the severity of his sin. Harboring a good degree of hesitation, he let his eyes linger back to Akita. The blood was spreading by the minute. The white shirt was like blood-soaked snow; Akita was swimming and drowning in the hot hue. If nobody does anything, he's going to die!

Ashton felt a trembling hand grapple at his khaki's. Then, hardly knowing what he was doing, he tore his pants from the knee down, until his right bronzed leg was bare. He stared uncomprehensibly at the strip of cloth in his hand. Confusion. Suddenly, an epiphany winked him into consciousness, forcing him into a heavy sneeze. Oh! I have to stop the blood.
In an instant he was at Akita's side, glancing nervously at Silas. His strip of cloth was pressed against his chest as if to hide it, and he trailed an unsteady hand onto Akita's bloody shirt, lifting it slightly. "Let..." In indecision, his fingers dropped it. A strong desire to run froze his limbs. To no one in particular, he pleaded hoarsely, "Let...me help."

Silas nodded and said, "Yeah, let's go," to Sasha's suggestion of finding others. Turning then back to Ashton, astonishment struck Silas in his sudden change of heart. "Let me...help," he said. Thinking it over for a few moments, Silas contemplated possible outcomes to this situation. What if he goes haywire again? By the looks of it he has a short temper. Sighing deeply Silas agreed with Prodigy. "Okay, Ashton, you can find Peter and Damien while me and Sasha go looking for survivors." I don't trust him with Akita, Silas thought. Turning bak to Prodigy, Lina, and Reason, Silas then told them help Akita and head closer to the trees to find a good campsite, then they'll all rendezvous after everyones regrouped. He hoped Lina was alright, they didn't need more severely injured people if they wish to survive. Silas looked at the sky again. The sun wasn't visible behind the heavy clouds that shrouded it. Looking over to Akita, it was obvious he was in severe pain. "We need to move fast," Silas cautioned. Motioning towards the other side of the coast Silas said, "Alright Sasha, let's check over there."
This side to Silas was new to him. He always heard about how you act different in times of danger and survival. He didn't want to make himself the "leader", but everyone else seemed shooken up.

Reason watched events unfold around her with a blurry acceptance as she sunk into a numb state. Others arrived helping Lina, that was good, more survivors flocked in, though most were bloody. She had been mentally fine moments before, but seeing the injuries everyone else had made her come to terms with everything. Oh God, I can't believe this... so many dead, and of these people, almost all of them are hurt...
She was lucky. As far as she knew, her only injury was a cut on her head, that was already dried and scabbed over.
She could hardly see. A commotion went into play around her, but Reason just sat and counted grains of the coarse sand.
102, 103,104,105....
Finally, Reason lifted her head, eyes popping as she saw a boy she knew as Akita, doubled in pain after being attacked by a smaller boy, Ashton. Others stood around, some she didn't know the names of. A girl walked over and yelled at them. Reason quickly followed, arriving to hear Ashton hesitantly offering help and the girl agreeing. quietly. Reason did a double-take on the crumpled Akita. He was bleeding heavily.
"Um..." Reason began, looking to the girl. "I kinda wasn't watching... I mean...." Reason cleared her throat. "What happened?"
She was already running through possible plants and herbs that could help staunch bleeding, and may be able to be found in the woods of the island.
Another boy began to take lead. Silas, Reason thought his name was. She nodded in agreement, glad someone was taking charge.
"Um, if you want me to run ahead and check, the forest might have some herbs that can help Akita, and anyone else whos bleeding. I know some stuff about plants and... yeah."

((I've been at parties, sorry lol. I've been kinda out of it, so I'm just kinda jumping in on the action lol.))

With Sasha trailing along behind him, Silas continued on down the beach, turning around a few times making sure he was alright. Silas almost forgot about the gash on his arm that was bleeding earlier. Noticing that the blood flow ceased, he became relieved. Silas paused and looked behind him towards the group. They were a good distance away, as they have been walking for at least six minutes down the beach. He continued walking again, occasionally gazing at the sky. It was getting darker and colder, which meant time was running out.

A few moments later, Silas noticed a figure holding something in the distance. It was a survivor! He or she was holding some sort of thing that Silas couldn't make out. "Hey!!" Silas called out to the figure.

Ashton listened to Silas' orders with dulled eyes. Insolently, he wanted to finish what he had started--that is, bandage Akita. He replied to him with the automatic reply he used with his father that had become robotic over the years, "I will...in a moment." Why should I listen to him?

Ashton scowled at Prodigy as she tried to use her jeans to bandage Akita. He waved the khaki strip he had torn off his pants angrily. "That's my job!" Using more force than necessary, he pushed her hand away with a brutal flick of his wrist, cringing slightly that he had touched a girl's "cooties." He made a big show of tearing his cloth strip into several thinner strips. Forgetting his intense fear, he leaned over Akita's body and withdrew the bloodied shirt that plastered his body. He stopped. Widened eyes trailed over the deep wounds that covered his torso and stomach area. Fear gripped his limbs. Hastily, almost carelessly, he soaked up the blood with some of the strips, and then tied the remains tightly over the bleeding wounds, exuting pressure to--hopefully--hasten the bleeding.
He leapt back and surveyed his work with squinted eyes. It was messily tied, but it would do for now. The creeping red mass slowed. Ashton realized his cold discomfort. The coming darkness saturated the air with a brisk iciness that made it essential to find shelter, or build a fire, fast, and it was difficult to see clearly. He regretted taking off his shirt and leaving it in the ocean, and his soaked, ripped pants was like ice on him.

Like an afterthought, he pulled the white shirt back over Akita's stomach, and he watched the unconscious face hardly stir. He stared nervously. What am I doing? Am I some kind of queer? "Wake up, dammit!" he cried, slapping Akita's face in a wild impulse. He withdrew the hand and it shielded his mouth, eyes shocked at what he had just done. Embarassed, his leg were seized with the intense desire to flee from the disapproving faces. Not that I care, of course... He pumped his fists and ran along the shoreline, away from the mass of people that had gathered.
For a while, he ran wildly like an escaped animal, with no destination in mind, his mind renewed by the cold air. His warm-blood pumping again, the memories of the fight and the dawn's cold evaporated like vapor. Then, fresh realization about his duty to find Peter and Damien stopped him short. "Who were they again?" he asked no one in particular, staring at the towering palms that marked the entrance to the forest, touching one that had a strange carving that held his interest. As if in reply, a medium-sized blur scuttered in the shadowy shelter of the trees. Bright eyes flashed. Ashton screamed, rather high-pitched, in shock, and retreated in a wild scramble toward safety, leaving his echoes ringing behind him.
"Damien! Peter! Whoever you are! Where are you!"
In the distance, he could make out two male figures, badly wounded, crumpled on the sand.

Sasha followed Silas further down the beach. After a while, his pacing slowed and his steps became clumsy. It didn't feel like the wound in his forehead was too bad, but he felt dizzy. Was it the blood loss?
Surely he couldn't have lost that much blood, could he? He put a hand to his head and looked forwards, noticing a silhoutte of a person. "Hey!!", Silas called out. Sasha straightened his back, ready to run over to the boy.
He took one large step and suddenly collapsed to the ground. He barely managed to hold his arms out in front, and he landed on the side. Blood was steadily dripping onto the sand from his forehead. Was this wound not even going to
heal just a little? He lay there, sideways, his mouth open. Some blood split and went another way, dripping into his mouth. "S-s-sila.." Sasha couldn't push it out. He couldn't say a word, he just lay there completely still. His vision started
to blur. "I'm being a nuisance again.. I'm not able to help.. I'm just in the way.. again." He thought. He tried to move, but he couldn't.

Just as Silas was about to rush towards the survivor in the distance, Sasha crumpled to the ground. Hearing the sharp thud, Silas quickly whirled around and glanced at him. "Sasha??" Silas yelled. He was stiff as a plank on the sand. No, no, no, no, no, no, Silas thought. This wasn't going well. First Ashton's crazed attacks, now Sasha is injured. Running to Sasha then abruptly kneeling next to him, Silas shook his body, his hair full of sand. He didn't respond. Thank god he was breathing, but slightly. He may have a concussion, Silas thought. That was the worst case scenario. Standing up, Silas yelled at the survivor in the distance. "Hey, you!! Come here and help me!" Hoping that the survivor would hear him, Silas yelled again. Come on, hear me. He couldn't just leave Sasha here.

"Damein, I must be frank with you, there is a considerable chance that Sandy is dead. I don't know how much she meant to you but you must be prepared to face and survive the aftermath if that is the case."

The words didn't make any senses to him at first....Sandy....dead? What did Peter mean when he said that? Did that mean-? NO! Peter must be kidding...Maybe he thought Damien needed some stress relief...but joking like this...this was not even funny...how could he joke about something like this? Damien spoke, his voice became shaky and so did his hands "....h-hey, i-it's not f-funny....s-stop j-joking like that...you t-told me Sandy w-was f-f-fine, right? D-don't-"

"Damein, I must be frank with you, there is a considerable chance that Sandy is dead. I don't know how much she meant to you but you must be prepared to face and survive the aftermath if that is the case."

Liar...

Peter was telling lies! How dared he? How could he? How could he say something like that? How could he told Damien that Sandy was dead? How could he tell him that his beautiful, smart, amazing, wonderful, flawless Sandy was dead? This must be some kinds of cruel jokes. How could Peter treat him like this? How could he-?

"...liar...you are l-lying to me!..." Damien whispered, his whole body trembled in shock. He could feel his hope cracked slightly...why? Why? WHY? "...y-you've got to be...y-you're a l-l-liar...you t-told me S-sandy was fine!..." Damien continued in his quiet voice, his eyes suddenly became blurry...but not because of the lack of his glasses...no, it was because of the tears that were threatening to fall from his brown eyes. This was not...this was not supposed to happen! Peter was telling LIES

"I saw many bodies one may have been Sandy I …. Can't remember… Oh God I hope she made it, I hope I am wrong but I fear she is dead you have my sympathy if it means anything and I am sorry for leading you astray if that means anything at all."

Suddenly, furry filled his mind as he could see nothing but red. So, Peter was just toying with him the entire time! First, he gave him false hope...then he shattered that hope like he shattered glasses...then he told Damien he was SORRY? Sorry? Did he even consider Damien's emotions? The bastard...he just wanted to see Damien cried and then laughed into his face, that's all...Hastily, Damien wiped away the tears that had run down his face and he spoke in a cold, emotionless voice "...do not say sorry, Christoph...you have lied to me and 'saying sorry' means nothing to me..."

"There might still be hope, little but still some hope, my mind was not my own when I saw the bodies.... it may have been a mistake but... please be ready to face her death"

"Sit down for a while longer Damein, you have just recovered the bare minimum of energy.
Rest I will look after you and Sasha will be back hopefully with help any moment now.
Besides, there is no point in walking about blindly."

Those words were empty, meaningless...dead in Damien's ears. He didn't care for those empty words...Sandy...His Sandy must still be out there...maybe she was trying to get some helps...and here he was, sitting here, injured...Maybe she was being stuck somewhere, waiting for his help...and was dying...he had to help her! Slowly, with great effort, Damien managed to stand on his shaky feet, the bloodlost was making him dizzy but he ignored it for now...Sandy was needing him, his help...he must help her!...He felt something was pushed into his hands...

"Here take this Jacket, I will be fine."

Damien glared at the jacket coldly, his eyes shone with cold rage "...No, thank you, Christoph...I'm fine on my own...Now, if you excuse me...I need to find Sandy...maybe she's hiding somewhere, broken because of your lies, too..." As he stumbled slightly, Damien used the tree he was leaning against to support his body weight, never once asking Peter for help.

"Hit me Damein, I owe you that much. Hit me on my right side below the arm as strong and as brutal you can.Its better to feel the pain of the wound sooner rather then later, I am ready and deserving of it so hit me god damn it!"

Damien glared at the teenager in front of him and he spoke one more time, his eyes were dead and empty "...do not touch me, do not talk to me, do not even look at me again, Christoph...you have disappointed me...I guess that's what friends are for...lying to each other, correct?" Turning his head away to hide a silver tear that ran down his cheek, Damien chuckled bitterly, his voice was thick with emotions "...you hurt me, Christoph..."

"Damien! Peter! Whoever you are! Where are you!"

A voice called out his name and Damien immediately turned his head to look at the speaker. Quickly wiping the blood away from his cheek with his palm, Damien shouted hesitantly "...A-ashton? It's A-ashton, right?...WHERE ARE YOU?" Wanting to leave Peter's side as quickly as he could, Damien began to walk...well, more like stumbling on the ground, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted tightly. He didn't want to face that traitor, that liar Peter anymore. He had hurt him enough.

"Hey, you!! Come here and help me!"

A voice called out. Damien frowned slightly as he tried to recognize the voice...It was Silas', wasn't it? He shouted back, as loudly as he could "...S-silas...w-where a-are you? I'm t-trying to find you but I'm h-half-blind without m-my glasses..."

All the things that had happened after he half passed out was all a blur. His eyes were half closed and he couldn't see past the wetness of his eyes which he tried to rub off, but more water just kept replacing the ones that left. Not able to explain why, again his mind felt detached from his body as various comments and actions happened all around him. Before he knew it Ashton was trying desperately to help him. If he had the energy to say something he would have said 'Fuck off' or 'Get away', but all he could manage we're long groans and moans of pain and confusion. He felt the uncomfortable wet shirt being removed as the two began to treat his wound. Laying still, wincing and whining every few seconds was all he could do. It wasn't long till he felt them bandage his injury up which helped stop some blood.

Akita's mind felt lost and he was lightheaded. Nausea started to kick in and be up chucked into his mouth, but without hesitation he swallowed the load in pure disgust. His vision started to clear as his body put up a defense mechanism of some sort for him to suddenly stop feeling the pain so he wouldn't freak out. Before he knew what was happening the group started to separate and he saw the little kid dash away like a mad cow, leaving his wounded body open and vulnerable. 'Where the hell did everybody go?', he thought in disbelief that everyone had stranded him there. Akita lay there and didn't move an inch. Someone was probably busy fixing something up, they wouldn't leave him in such a bad state, would they?

((I was only gone for a few hours and so much things happened already xD ))

Sasha looked away from Silas, trying to hide his face. He turned over to his stomach and managed to put an arm to the ground, trying to push himself back up. He gritted his teeth, and his head hung downwards.
Drops of blood dropped vertically from the tip of his nose and onto the sand. He stuttered, trying to speak as clear as possible.
"W-why is it always like this.. why can't I be helpful for once.." He tried to push himself up more, and he gritted his teath in pain. "I'm such a nuisance.. when you were finally getting control over the situation, Silas.."
His fringe covered his eyes, and a noticeable tear ran down his cheek and mixed with the blood. "I'm just pulling you back down.. I don't want to be weak anymore.. I want to be helpful for once..!"
He turned his head to the side, looking away. "It's so different without you here.. Lucy. I can't do this without your help."
The memories of that person made him sad, and he did his best to look away from Silas. "S-sorry.."

((I'll take Silas for now, then, on request from his user.))

Silas: "Sasha, it's ok. This isn't your fault. Are you able to stand?" He looked at Sasha a little worried. Raindrops started dripping onto the back of his head. He looked back over at the boy who was playing with something again.
"Please, I need some help over here!" He waved anxiously at the boy, trying to get his attention.

Sasha: Sasha coughed a little. "It is my fault.. for being so weak, I can't even take a little bash to the head.. I'm worthless.." He pushed his hands towards the ground and managed to lift himself up to his knees.
"I guess.. I'll be fine." He wiped away some of the blood from his face, and a raindrop landed on his nose. "Rain? Huh.."