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by Darcy on Sat Aug 09, 2008 2:58 pm
The sound of a child crying out for it's mother was amongst the sounds of the jungle Constanance heard as she walked through the dense rain-forest with her black suitcase in her hands. Constanance had awoken from the crash earlier then the rest of the passengers and she wanted to take this time to hid her rifles just in case of anymore implications. The child's voice was loud and not to far from where Constanance had chosen to hid her rifles. Without further ado, Constanance found a hollow tree trunk and placed her case and her two automatic pistols within it too. To keep it even more hidden she placed branches and dirt over the huge tropical tree trunk. Constanance kept the hunting knife strapped on just in case any of her enemies had anything to do with the crash.
"Mommy!! Mommy!!" A young boy's voice came closer and cried louder. Constance turned around to see a young boy in the distance. The boy was walking around in circles calling for his mom and did not notice Constanance looking at him. It was getting dark and Constanance concluded that she should meet up with the other passengers and check for anyone suspicious. Besides that, she needed to go back to the site to retrieve her other suitcase that contains medical supplies and other hygienic items. Constanance didn't even think about helping the boy and she continued back toward the crash site. The boy heard her walking away and continued to follow her foot steps in hopes that it was his mother's. "Mom!" The boy said as he desperately grabbed Constanance's Grey dress. Constanance turned around and finally thought about how this boy could aid her. The boy had a bloody gash on his arm and a scratch on his head, it wouldn't take much to help him considering Constanance's own wounds.
"We'll find your mommy. Oh my gosh, you're hurt. Don't worry I'll help you. My name is Cindy Troy, what's your name?" Said Constanance with an act that could win an Oscar. The boy was still crying and it was hard for him to talk, "I want my mommy!!". "Don't worry it is O.K. we'll find your mother. Your mom is probably waiting for you too. We just have to find her together." Said Constanance again perfectly. "She's waiting for me?" Said the boy sobbing. "Yes, she is. Now tell me what's your name?" Constanance questioned again. "James Mallorie" The boy named James said wording every syllable after every sniff. "Come with me we'll find her together, James" Constanance said while placing her hand out for him to grab. The boy complied and they both walked back toward the crash scene. James was frightened by the sight of dead bodies and didn't want to go any further.
Constanance picked him up and let him bury his tear soaked face on her shoulder as she walked by the crash site and found her medical suitcase half buried in the moist sand of the shore. Carefully she picked it up with James still in her arms and continued down the shoreline toward dense forested areas until she spotted a group of what seemed to be survivors. There were 6 or seven of them in the distance, a dog, and she also saw a guy carrying sticks & leaves. It was getting dark and James lifted his head up to see why Constanance was just standing there looking at them. "Doggy, look there's a doggy" James said in his comical childish voice as he pointed toward the group of people and smiled. Constanance let the boy wriggle out of her arms so he could run toward the dog. Constanance stood there for a moment to observe the group and walked toward them with little caution. Non of them seemed like a threat except the one who held a sword, but he was wounded and Constanance knew that this could be her chance to seem friendly.
"Hello everyone, I'm Cindy Troy and the boy's name is James Mallorie." Said Constanance while looking at the wounded samurai and sliced dead tiger in the distance. "Have any of you found a decent shelter yet?? If not I have found a cave within the forest and I was wondering if any of you would like to accompany us there for it seems as if it shall rain" Constanance said as she looked toward the dark windy sky and toward the quick waves on the shore line. Constanance brought her focus back on the ground and looked toward James who was trying to provoke the dog, "The boy has lost his father and mother, it's such a shame. But I suppose God has brought us all to this place to serve some kind of purpose." Constanance went on in a way that can't be recognized as a fake act nor the words of a prophet as she awaited their answer.
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