The Island of the Slaughtered | TDI AU

Pretty Privledge

It has officially been a week since we all stepped foot on the dock, sealing our fates...

Man, if I somehow make it out of this, I need to write a song about it. It'd be kind of like a Hotel California meets Don't Fear the Reaper... if it gets popular enough maybe you could make it PG and...

Man, what am I thinking?

I'm sitting here strumming my guitar as Katie balls her eyes out in the other cabin. DJ keeps trying to comfort her, but I think he feels guilty himself... as does Owen.

"Hey, Gwen?" I looked over at her, her eyes widening at her name... she's so beautiful, "Do you think Katie knows anything?"

"About what?" She furrowed her eyebrows, leading to Courtney and Leshawna looking over as well. I sighed before placing down my guitar and scooching closer.

"Do you think she actually saw what the killer did to Sadie?" I whispered. It wasn't a secret, but I assumed it wasn't something I should scream at the top of my lungs.

"I think she saw it happen..." Courtney looked towards her cabin before turning back to the conversation, "Last night she kept muttering things about Sadie's wrists and a pack of wolves... It's not entirely impossible, the hole she was hiding in wasn't too far from the corpse."

"Poor girl..." Leshawna frowned.

"Why are you asking?" Gwen asked me.

"Well, what if she saw the killer?"

"I mean, it's possible." She shrugged, "But even if she did, do you really think we can just ask her? I mean look at her, she's-"

"No!" Katie screeched from the cabin. She started running out of the door and into the grass, DJ following quickly behind, "I need to see her again!" The two had both been crying, though Katie was physically sobbing.

Eventually, DJ picked her up again before she could make it into the woods, but she thrashed and punched like a little kid in a store, "Let me go, DJ! You don't get it, she was all I had!" Her sobbing faded a tad once DJ closed the door again, but everyone could still hear.

"Yeah okay, I see your point." I sighed, picking up my guitar again. I started to pluck a few strings as I thought to myself again.

I stared at Gwen's soft hair, the breeze lifting it softly. Gee, does she know how to dye hair, or what? The way the green compliments her pale skin is a sight to behold. She's the only good thing to come from this stupid island.

But then, I looked across the way at Justin, flexing his muscles at an annoyed Harold.

"Look dude, I admire your work out," Harold sighed, "but don't you think it's time to start using the muscles for good? All you do is use them on ladies."

"And modeling." Justin smirked.

"Which is a way to find ladies, duh." He rolled his eyes.

"You don't know that for sure though, do you? How could you when you look like that?" Justin began flexing his muscles in a new position, his abs creating creases in his shirt. Harold watched open mouthed, he looked over at Leshawna and waved his arms around.

"Move your hands, baby!" Leshawna giggled, "They're in the way."

"God!" He yelled before storming off to his cabin.

"He's so dreamy, isn't he?" Beth sighed after spit spat through her braces as she walked out of her cabin, "I'd let him do all sorts of things to me."

"Yeah, like what?" Gwen asked, seeming genuinely curious. I subtly glanced up, trying to see if Gwen was falling for this idiot too.