Chapter 3

The forced smile on Dipper's face was beginning to fail, mostly because his scratches were hurting. The moment was becoming more awkward by the second.

As if it wasn't awkward enough.

"Uh...hey?"

Dipper knew what the girl beneath him was going to do before she even did it.

She opened her mouth and released a huge scream.

He still recoiled back, falling off her stomach and onto her legs. "I am sorry! Oh my god, I am sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Instantly, he found himself staring at the barrels of multiple machine guns, followed by shouts.

"Get back!"

"Stay down!"

"Don't move!"

One of the men helped the girl to her feet. She dusted herself off as he addressed her. "Miss Northwest, are you alright?"

Once she finished slapping away the dirt that clung to her clothing, she nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes, I am. I just got frightened. It's not everyday you get jumped by a random man," she added that last few words with a bit of venom, glaring at Dipper.

The young man leaned forward. "I am sorry, I just tri-"

"Back!" One of the men jabbed him in the forehead with the barrel of their assault rifle.

Dipper winced from the hit. "Ah, jeez, man!" He put his hand up to his head to feel the bump forming, as well as the odd sensation of no cap keeping his hair down. Which means his birthmark was visible to everyone.

"What the hell is that? It's kinda gross." The woman called Northwest narrowed her eyes at him, pointing at the mark on his forehead and wrinkling her nose.

That was when she realized the phone in her hand. Some voice was still emitting from its speakers. A sigh escaped from her lips. "I will call you back later," then snapped it shut before facing Dipper completely, knuckles resting on her hips.

"What do you want us to do, ma'am?"

A huff came from the girl. "I don't know. Knock him out, or something."

"Yes, ma'am." One of them said, stepping closer, raising his gun up until the butt of it faced Dipper.

"Wait, wait, you don't have to-"

Whack!

"Oh dear…"

"Yeah, that's a phrase for it."

"Oh crap, what are we going to do?"

"Mabel, just calm down."

"It's hard to be calm when your brother is captured by...by a bunch of...mercenaries." She gestured to the situation; her unconscious brother being dragged off somewhere, with the blonde girl following behind, "I am gonna get that bitch."

"To be honest, Mabel, he did land on her."

"...Still gonna get her."

"Well, before we can...we gotta save Dipper."

"How?"

"I don't know, dude. Maybe...we should get back to Soos."

Mabel watched as her brother was dragged away, disappearing behind some brush. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. Right. Yeah. Let's get back to Soos before-"

Bang!

The two girls snapped their heads toward the direction of the gunshot. Fortunately, it wasn't from where Dipper was.

Unfortunately, it was from where Soos was.

A Few Minutes Ago

"Dooooo-do-dodododo...dude...going on an adventure with my dudes. Uhhh...man I need to practice my freestyle more. I am getting rusty."

Soos looked over at the duffle bag, his eyes running along one of the firearms in it. "I seriously wonder how Wendy came to procure such dangerous weaponry. Maybe it's a lumberjack thing."

He reached down and picked one up. "Oh dude, this is sweet."

His eyes darted around, before he placed his wrist on his forearm, aiming the gun out at the forest. "Stand still, dude, you're under arrest and stuff."

Soos lowered the gun and laughed. "Hah, that was a good one," he said, looking down at it, "Man I really need to show the guys that on-"

Bang!

Suddenly the gun went off, making Soos jump and drop the gun. "Holy heck, dude, that wasn't expected!"

He picked the gun back up and tossed it into the water. "There! Now no one can shoot it!"

"SOOS!"

"Oh no."

Suddenly, two young women burst from the brush, their faces full of worry. Mabel and Wendy stared at him with wide eyes, the latter. "What happened, are you okay?" The latter asked, throwing the strap of her assault rifle around her neck.

Soos nodded and held up a hand to wave. "Yeah, dudes, I am fine! My gun must've had a hair trigger or something, it just shot without warning!"

"What gun? We didn't give you a gun? Where's the gun?" Mabel asked.

"I threw it in the water!"

"You what!? Ugh, nevermind, Soos, get out of the boat!" Wendy beckoned him to get off.

"Why?"

"Because we aren't the only ones on this island! Dipper has been captured!"

"Captured? My little dude? Oh man! We gotta find him!"

"We will," Wendy said with determination, "But that gunshot alerted the whole island to our presence! Like, mercenary types! So please just get off so that we can hide!"

"Oh, really dude? Mercs? Oh crap. I'll be down in a second!"

Soos ran over and climbed down the rope ladder, his feet hitting the soft sand before setting off for the girls. "Where do we go?"

Wendy, in the meantime, was already thinking of where to hide. Her eyes searched everywhere, trying her best to stay calm, even as she heard shouts emerge from the forest. They were getting closer. She had to think fast.

"I think I found their boat!" A man shouted, waving to his squad, his assault rifle at the ready in case any enemies were in sight. After capturing that guy and taking him away, the whole island has gone on full alert, desperate to find the rest of his friends and rally them up. Whether to kill them or let them go, he doesn't know.

His squad stood in front of the boat, staring at it. "What should we do sir?" One of them looked to the man, awaiting his order.

The man reached up to scratch his chin, his eyes looking the vessel up and down, trying to figure out what to do with it.

That's when it came to him.

"Blow it."

"What are they putting on it?" Mabel squinted her eyes to see if she could identify the object the men are putting on the side of the boat herself. The three were hiding behind some rocks a good distance away.

Wendy shrugged. "I couldn't tell ya. Can't be good. That's for damn sure."

"What are they doing to my boat, dudes?"

"I guess all we can do is wait now, Soo-"

Boom!

A pillar of flames erupted towards the sky as the wooden boat exploded into bits and pieces, splinters and planks flying every which way.

Whatever was left of the ship floating backwards before falling to the deepest depths of the sea.

Wendy instantly reached out and covered Soos' mouth to muffle his pained screams for the S.S. Cool Dude while Mabel stood by, her hands covering her mouth in shock. I just wanted this to be a fun adventure with my brother and friends. How could this have gone so wrong?

"Please still be alive, Dipper." She whispered to herself.

Meanwhile

"Hey...hey, kid...wake up."

Dipper's consciousness, and so, his hearing, was returning, to the words of some man. He opened his eyes slowly, A hand was waving in front of him. He could feel plywood underneath his knees.

"C'mon, kid. The boss lady wants to talk."

Boss lady? The blonde?

"I...where am I?" He blinked a few times to see that he was in what looked to be some makeshift jail.

"How the hell would I know? This island isn't even on the map."

It's not? Oh yeah, it isn't. Thirty five degrees, twenty seven minutes, forty-point-six seconds north, one hundred forty-three degrees, fifty eight minutes, forty-one-point-one west.

"Now stand up, the boss lady wants to talk."

Dipper groaned, reaching up with his fingers to feel a laceration across his forehead, just above his birthmark, and all the dried blood that fell when it was first opened.

He spoke as he got onto his hands and knees, pushing himself up to his feet, "Just give me a minute, okay? Believe it or not, this is my...first experience getting knocked unconscious without my consent."

"Well then do it quick, I don't have all day."

His ears adjusted to a new voice in the room, one with a spanish accent. He turned his head up to see a tanned woman stepping into the tent that housed this DIY jail cell. She was in her mid-thirties, and wearing a black business suit. She stared at him through rectangle shaped glasses, adjusting them, which only seemed to make her dark brown eyes stand out somehow.

The man who spoke to him was standing to the side, submachine gun in hand.

"Who...who are you?" He narrowed his eyes at her, "What happened to that girl...the one that I fell on?"

"Oh, you mean Ms. Northwest? She is fine. You gave her quite a scare."

"I didn't...I didn't mean to do that. I tripped and fell."

"Which brings me to my next question. We found this book on you," she said, reaching into her suit to pull out the journal.

Dipper's eyes widened as he patted his vest, feeling no protrusion of the book itself.

"This is what brought you here?"

The young man frowned and crossed his arms. "Maybe."

A sigh escaped from between her lips. "There's no reason to lie. It's pretty obvious. I'll admit, it's much better than my source. Yet...I got here first."

"Your source?" Dipper cocked an eyebrow.

"Not gonna-I mean, I am not going to disclose that. Where'd you find this little...treasure?"

"None of your business."

"Oh, it is my business. The Northwest family has paid a lot of money for this little expedition of mine. Finding this island was the first step, and now we have hit a wall. This journal might just be the C4 we need to blow it down."

Dipper glanced down at the floor.

"So...where did you find it?"

He smirked. "I didn't."

"Hm?"

"I didn't find it."

She closed the book, and put a hand on her hip. "Then who did? A friend? Family member?"

"Yes."

"You must think you are so funny."

"I'd like to think so."

The woman fell silent and began to pace back and forth, book still held firm in her grasp. Her dress shoes crunched the dirt beneath them as her mind processed everything. Dipper watched her with curious eyes.

Eventually, she stopped in front of the young man, turning her head up to reveal a smile on her face. "Well...let's see if you are still laughing after this."

She snapped her fingers. The other man in the room gave a sly grin before walking over.

"What are you doing?"

"Just a little bit of...intimidation."

The man took out a key and unlocked the cell door, opening it wide. He gestured for Dipper to step out.

He was hesitant, but knew he had no choice. His foot stepped out of the cell, and onto the dirt, eyes flitting between the woman and the man.

Before he could step out with the other foot, the man's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, wrenching him away from the cell.

Dipper fell out and slammed against the dirt floor, earning a gasp of pain from the young man.

"Ahh...come on man," Dipper coughed, and was about to push himself up to his feet when he felt a sharp pain shoot through his back as the man kicked him down with his boot, causing him to shriek.

He rolled over, looking up at the man's devilish smirk. The author could just see the cruel intentions behind his eyes.

The woman stepped into view. "If you tell me now, we don't have to go through this whole song and dance. So...who found this?"

Dipper knew what she meant by "song and dance".

But that isn't going to convince him.

He smiled. "I can't remember."

The man glanced over to the lady, who returned it. He grinned. "Then let's help you." He said before he swung his foot towards Dipper's face, connecting with his jaw and sending the young man to the side, a spatter of blood ejecting from his mouth. It painted the floor below, turning it a dark brownish-red. Droplets fell from his lips to collect in a tiny pool.

"How'd that feel?" The man asked.

Dipper looked down at the blood dripping onto the dirt. He spat whatever collected in his mouth out and smiled up at the man, showing his blood-stained teeth. The kick hurt a lot, but he wasn't about to give up his twin.

"Couldn't feel a thing." He replied, breathing heavy.

"Then let's see if we can change that."

The next thing Dipper saw was a fist, flying straight towards his face.

Meanwhile

"So...my brother is missing, our boat is blown up, and we are outnumbered by at least fifty or more men," Mabel stared out at the ocean, the brown eyes she shares with her sibling reflecting the calm waves.

Wendy planted the butt of her gun into the sand, sighing aloud. Her bright green eyes shone in the dying sun.

Soos leaned against a rock, frowning and looking downward. "What are we going to do?"

The trio went quiet, a collection of thoughts in all of their heads.

As the sun fell below the horizon, Wendy stood up, taking her gun and throwing the strap over her shoulder. The other two watched her as she turned around, looking back at them.

"We fight back."

A/N: I am sorry for being away so long. I am busy, I have a few other stories that need updating, so I spent time between them, and I decided that chapter 3 needed to be finished. So I hope you all enjoyed! Please leave a comment, as they really help me out. Thank you for reading!