Ianthony:Stranded

Chapter 5

Good, this is good. I updated. If you have any suggestions for this story or future stories go ahead and comment or something. Also I lack motivation at the moment and finals are closing in on me. Meh. Anyway, Forgive my spelling and grammar mistakes. Nobody's perfect. ~CitrusFlareon

The moonlight was just enough to see it's figure. It was bipedal and looked a bit slimy because it shimmered in the moonlight. It's legs had backward knees and three 1 foot sharp knife like claws and two on either end that were around 3 inches emerging from its feet. It's body was scrawny and boney close to that of someone with anorexia. It's arms were longer than that of an average human, its hands had the same claws as those on its feet, and it's skin was the color of ash. The worst of it all. Was its face. It had a creepy grin plastered onto it's human like face bearing it's razor sharp teeth. Its eyes were black with small, red, shining pupils.

"A...Ant? What do we do.... I'm scared..." Ian was gripping to my arm for dear life and shaking violently.

"Just... Don't move alright? I'm sure it'll leave shortly.." I tried to stay calm but on the inside I was freaking out, I wanted to run away... But Ian. I care too much about him to leave him behind. Our eyes were glued to the creature as its were to us. Examining us. Studying? No. Learning.

It took a steady step forward and Ian stifled a squeal. I squeezed my eyes shut. Now only able to hear it slowly approach us. I felt hot breath that reeked of decay in my face and froze. I slowly opened my eyes, stiff and unable to move I stayed there and allowed it to do as it pleased for fear of death. I felt no pain only fear as it ran one of it's claws across my forearm and felt the warm liquid slowly trickle out and fall onto the sand beneath me. It made a sound that resembles a pleased sigh. It backed away a foot and raised its claw to its face. Its eyes were glimmering with joy as its long tongue slithered from its mouth and licked my still warm blood from its claw.

Slowly it turned and walked back into the jungle disappearing entirely. No eyes were visible and after what felt like a lifetime I released a long relieved sigh, I remembered my arm that was still bleeding and puddles of blood that were forming around me.

"A-are you okay Ian?" I said with a shaky voice looking over at the scared man next to me.

"The question is, is are YOU okay? That thing cut you up pretty bad." He was concerned, deeply concerned. "What was that thing anyway?"

"I'll be alright... I think... And, I have no idea what that thing was. But I know that we have to get off this island. Immediately ." I said as Ian grabbed my arm to inspect the wound. It's almost daybreak and the sky is now a dark blue and a soft gentle breeze has started to blow.

Ian took out an empty water bottle and filled it with salt water.

"What are you doing?" I questioned although I know the answer. Salt helps wounds... Fuck...

"This will help your wound. Don't move." Ian secured my arm and poured the water onto my cut and I hissed as the salt made contact with my arm. It hurts like a bitch but it should help. I hope...

"Ahhh!" I tried to pull away but Ian only gripped tighter and I finally gave up.

He tore up a spare shirt we had in the bag and used it to cover my arm to prevent any further harm. I sat there inspecting it as Ian strung together some long grass with a talent I hadn't known he had. I wonder what else I don't know about him. We have known each other for a long time and he still does things that amaze me.

He helped me through my depression that I suffered with for a few years in high school. We moved out of our parents pretty early, around the age of 16 I would say. Ians mom was just lenient on rules and even offered to pay for the house for us to share. My parents hadn't even known I was gone until a few months. They were big drug addicts, at least they started after I was born. They were the main source of my depression, even now I still suffer from panic attacks but I don't tell anyone about them. I normally like to deal with them on my own. Ian doesn't notice when I have them other than the fact that I get really quiet but he never confronts me.

Before I had the chance to move out of my house I had started to cut because I felt like it was a way to 'Relieve' my stress and vent my anger. It doesn't help but it was the only thing I could think to do at the time. When I moved in with Ian, I started to smile more. To be happy. He has something about him that makes me happy, no one has ever been able to do that other than him. I'm grateful that he helped me through all of that crap and now we can get through this. Together. I do owe him so much, he's always helping me so I need to repay him somehow.

"Hey Anthony? You alright?" Ian shifted next to me and cocked his head to the side questionably.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine, how's your net going?" I questioned and my stomach growled.

"It's in the water now, in a few minutes we should have some fish." Ian smiled, his eyes reflecting every bit of sunlight and they looked beautiful. Woah... wait... Beautiful? Okay, it's gone far enough. Am I delierious? Sense when were Ians eyes beautiful to me? Come to think of it, why am I looking at him so much ever sense my break up with Kallel? God dammit...

"Good, I'm starved!" I forced a smile trying not to think of what I just thought. I rubbed my stomach and got up to go gather sticks for a fire.

I arranged some stones and sticks in a pit I dug for the fire and started it with the lighter. Ian was dragging a net that contained four fish and a crab to the fire. Wow, he's good.