Trust

Author's note:

Well, here's another quick chapter.. Still getting back into this, and trying to get some ideas flowing and all that jazz. Anyways, I'll try to write longer chapters than this in the future. Special thanks goes out to: mr spec ops, and guest for reviewing! and without further adieu, chapter 7..

The sun was beginning to set, the waves crashed against the metal framework of the plane's cockpit and a tired green bear brushed some of the sweat from his forehead. He sat down on a rock and felt the water and sand cool his weary feet. He had been recovering all the bodies from the wreckage and piling them on the shore. So far he had counted 15, and only two of his friends he came with. One reunion ended with his darkside peeling the skin off of the yellow rabbit's legs. All the blood soaked into his fur.. The air was heavy with that old familiar smell, the corpses piled up beside him.. He did that for a reason, what was it.. He stared at the pile and he felt entranced by the display. The blood.. It was so beautiful shimmering in the sunset, almost seeming to glow crimson red. The bear shook his head and focused his attention on the situation at hand.

"That leaves Petunia, Toothy, and Giggles." He said aloud to himself. He glanced over at the cockpit being pounded by waves. "I never checked the cockpit, maybe the pilots survived." He slowly stood up from the rock and squeezed his shoulder tightly. The rabbit had shoved a piece of glass deep into his left arm and for that his darkside made him pay dearly. He sighed, shook his head to clear his head of all dark thoughts and focused on the matters at hand. "I've gotta find a way off this island.. but it wouldn't hurt to find the others as well." He looked over to the trees, the porcupine was fast asleep out there, he fixed up the nasty wound on her leg and cleaned up most of the blood, saving her very life. She was different from the others, there was something special about her. He could control himself better around her. 'I'm going to kill her you know...' a voice hissed in his mind. The bear closed his eyes tightly and tried to ignore it, but the voice only grew louder. 'You cannot stop me, and neither can she. I am going to kill again, and again, and again..' It cackled loudly and grew quiet once again. He knew it was true. Nothing could stop it, and he could feel himself already being drawn towards the pile of bloody bodies. He knew it wouldn't be long before he completely lost himself on this island. He slapped himself in the cheek hard and looked out to the cockpit, it was a short swim from the shore, it's nose was sticking out of the water and it seemed to be in surprisingly good shape compared to the rest of the wreckage. Ripping off a large shred of his jacket, he tightly wrapped it around his wound and walked slowly into the cold water. The salt water burned his shoulder terribly, but it was nothing new to him. He swam through the pain and found a small crack that he could get into the dry cockpit. He looked around and was amazed it was still in this good of condition, he saw the two pilot chairs in above him containing two bodies slumped over and bleeding. "What?" He climbed up the nearly vertical cockpit and pulled himself up to the two dead bodies. Stab wounds were present on the back of each throat, one simple yet strong thrust. "I don't remember doing this.." He felt along the bloody gash and heard a voice echo from deep in his mind. 'Neither do I.. I sense a threat.." It hissed loudly, anger and some excitement in it's harsh voice. The entry wounds were much too thin and narrow to be from his knife, something was wrong. The crash wasn't an accident, someone wanted them here.. But why? He had to get back to the shore, it was getting dark out and he had to check on the girl. After a short swim he crawled onto the beach and collapsed in the sand, exhausted from the pain. His body was in worse shape than he realized, he had to get back and rest. He got to his feet and limped back along the faint path in the tall grass and noticed a second trail headed in the same direction. He narrowed his eyes and saw a massive quantity of blood along the trail, and it seemed like it was something dragging along the ground. The bear stared longingly down at the stream of blood running along the ground, and remembered the way his darkside left the rabbit, broken and practically ripped into pieces. It was beautiful. He began to quietly laugh to himself and pull out his knife. "Now he dies for sure.. and the girl as well.." His teeth sharpened to a wicked point and his eyes widened and shone with a green fury, a wild smile crept upon his lips and he licked the blade of his knife. His darkside had taken over, and it was slowly creeping up on the two unsuspecting friends.

I know.. it's pretty short, but like I said, still rusty. Read and review and have a great day!

-FF55