HYACINTH

chapter 7

Works and a voice

Author pov

"Hoes and bitches come and go.

My life and will to live.

Has been lost."

It has been twenty-five minutes and forty-nine seconds since the yacht went down and a certain young man in his forties, is sitting near by the shore contemplating about the drastic turn destiny just pulled on him. The fishing hook in his hand loosely held nearly dropping it in the fine white sand beneath. Shaking his head time to time as intrusive thoughts keep filling up his mind. Running a hand down on his fine straight greyish-white hair he looked at the setting sun.

Those beautiful contrast colors, blending with each other, giving life to thousands of unimaginable colors as it adds up to the perfection. The incredible scene before his naked eye reflecting in his dull-gray orbs. To the ones who looks into those orbs can see the dullness in them. Not from the eye color but from his soul. A deep huff left his mouth as he laid down on the sand facing the sky.

"The history won't repeat itself right... I hope so" a lone tear escaped from his left eye as his heart clenched at the thought of it.

"Hey... are you okay..." a young cheer full women's voice made him go back to his previous sitting position.

"And what makes you think like that." He talked back at her with a bored face.

"Look, I am nice to you so please, do the same." She pleaded to him. "what's your name?"

"Young lady what's your business with me." He added not dropping his attitude.

"Nothing can go wrong when we have friends... so I am trying to make some here." she huffed.

Those words took him off guard, he has heard those exact words. Talk about déjà vu. He stopped for a moment. Taking a deep breath, getting ahold of himself. Lowering his head as the memories he buried deep down came back to life. The faded scars started bleeding again.

"So many things can go wrong young lady... so many" he murmured. "Name is kendrix..."

With out waiting for her response, he stood up heading towards the camp, when Luke bumped onto him. With an unfazed gaze kendrix looked at him. fuming in anger and giving a death glare as Luke slowly stepped near Lavinia. he may feel like furious lion, but he looks like an angry cat, from the way his chest is puffed up and the way his lips is pouted.

"Why the hell are you talking to my fiancé." He spatted angrily.

"She came to me first." Kendrix snapped back. "Besides I don't see a ring on her."

Cocking an eyebrow up kendrix left the two alone with the setting sun. well, one dumbfounded and another all flustered up. What a couple.

"He is good." Lavinia said after a minute, taking the abandoned fishing hook into her hands.

"That's going to hurt someone's ego." Kreois whispered to Armin who was near him enjoying the drama that happened a while ago.

"Sure will."

Cyrus pov:

the frosty night came faster than I thought. The yacht is under the water with all our supplies. However, we managed to get the generator and some fuels along with the communication set just in time. We have to make some kind of a tower to set it up and save it from the possible wildlife. The island seems beautiful so far from what we have seen. But something is off. We haven't seen a single person since we have stepped on. Maybe we are on the opposite side of the island were its just left blank. Just maybe...