I live for you.

Chapter 14- Tormenting Doubt

When we got back to the island I left Parker's arms and went and sat in the sand facing the ocean. Watching the strange plumes from the water come up and make the stars foggy. So many stars. It was as if god had poked holes in the floor of heaven. 

I sighed and tried to clear my head. I dug my hands in the warm sand. Letting it fall over my skin that was whiter than the sand itself. I rolled up my pant legs and let the waves lap gently at my feet. I closed my eyes and listened to the quite ruffle of the leaves on the trees. The wind whistling through the grass. The smell of salt coming off the sea that sighed gently.

I heard the metal door behind me clunk shut. I opened my eyes and looked at the person who had disturbed me. It was Parker, dressed in normal clothes now. He smiled at me kindly. He had a package in his arms. He came and set it down beside me. I looked up at him questioningly. 

"I thought you might normal clothes of your own," He said pointing at the package "Rather than just borrowing Justine's all the time."

I smiled my thanks weakly. He looked around awkwardly. I smiled at him and looked back at the ocean in front of me. It had an odd calming effect on me. When I heard the metal door clink shut again I picked up the package. It was a rather large box.

I plucked a long serrated knife from its holster and cut the top of it open. I opened it up and looked inside. I pulled out the articles of clothing. There was a impossibly soft denim shirt that had a light wash at the top and got darker further down the shirt. There was a couple of pairs of jeans and shorts. Along with a few different colored sparkling wife beaters. At the bottom of the box was a pair of sparkling flats and some long brown pirate like boots.

I smiled at the new clothes. It was very thoughtful of him. I glanced around the deserted area. I picked a few of the clothes up and went into the bushes to pull come of them on. I put on a pair of jeans the denim shirt over a black sparkling wife beater. I pulled on the pirate boots and walked out of the bushed. I smiled and straightened the jean shirt over the wife beater. Watching as the moon reflected it off of it. 

I heard sand move to my left. I whipped my head around. Catching a spot of movement. I pulled my gun and cocked it quietly. I stepped toward where the sound came quietly. I watched ahead intently. I figure moved out of the bushes in a whirl. I stopped my hands fell to my side as I tried to peer at who the figure was. 

The person spotted me and ran into the jungle. Someone who apparently wasn't supposed to be here. I raised my gun and ran after the person. The depths slowly swallowed us up as I ran with the shadow barely in my sights. Soon enough I found a low enough hanging branch to swing up into. I could move faster in the trees. I jumped from unsteady branch to another.

I found that I had lost the shadow. I placed my foot at the base of the branch I was standing on. I slid into the shadows and hid. Glancing around fast for the fugitive on our island. The moon light glinted off the sweat on someones cheeks dully. I smiled jumped down behind them cocked my gun putting the barrel against the persons head. Drawing my knife to hold against her throat.

I laughed in her ear. She hissed at the knife held to her neck. Her hand flew toward my gun trying to disarm me. I grabbed her am and bent it awkwardly. She bent over and threw me around to the front. I rolled onto my feet and threw a knife where her head had been. She ducked it and grabbed her own weapons.  

She drew a pair of knives on me. I smiled and welcomed the challenge drawing a gun from my back. 

"Never bring knives to gun fight deary," I sneered 

I cocked my gun she rolled and drove a knife through my shoulder. I growled and dragged it out holstering it.

"Takes alot more than that." I prodded.