Home Again

Survival Ep 4 - Cabin Fever

A/N: Finally updating again... I get very lazy, sorry guys. XD

The sky is ink-black and full of twinkling stars. It'd been awhile since I'd seen the sky so clear. Trees surround a large, wooden cabin, nearby where the helicopter landed. That cabin was MVB's house. Fierce Fox and I exited the helicopter, following MVB- a bearded man wearing an animal-hunting suit. The wooden cabin ahead appeared friendly: brightly lit up windows and chimneys you'd imagine Santa would climb down. The saying 'don't judge a book by its cover' really fits in here.

I shot Fierce Fox a glance as we entered MVB's cabin. It had wooden walls; pictures of possibly MVB's ancestors; a fireplace with a moose head above it; wooden stairs. MVB paused in front of the fireplace and faced us.

"You're lucky we found you!" he exclaimed. Yeah, sure, I thought. "And just in time for tomorrow's big hunt."

"We'd really rather go home." Fierce Fox said. I nodded in agreement.

"Nonsense," MVB replied, eyeing me. "You shan't pass up an opportunity to hunt with the greatest big game hunter in the world! Why don't you come and see my trophy room?" He put his arm around my shoulders and directed us to his trophy room. I squirmed uncomfortably. Fierce Fox tilted her head, shooting me a glance.

We arrived in MVB's trophy room, which had the most taxidermy, animal skins and animal heads I'd ever seen. I'm not an animal lover, but even I hate killing animals for sport and 'trophies'. Seems like cruelty. Another reason I hate MVB. I resisted the urge to smack his arm off of my shoulder as he talked about his 'greatest hunts' and introduced us to his elderly butler, Winston.

"Winston, please inform the chef that we are ready for supper, and then prepare our guests' quarters for the night." MVB told Winston after some more talking.

"At once, m'lord." Winston said, nodding. He walked off. MVB turned to Fierce Fox and myself, keeping his eyes on me like I was one of his trophies.

"As for you, dear friends, join me for dinner in the banquet room," he said, smiling. "And don't tarry!" I led Fierce Fox out of the trophy room so we wouldn't have to put up with that narcissistic man anymore.

"What's his deal?" Fierce Fox asked, crinkling her nose. "Something doesn't feel right about him..."

"As I mentioned before, he can't be trusted," I told Fierce Fox. "He's going to poison us, lock us in a room, then try to hunt us."

"What?" Fierce Fox asked, her brow raised. She firmly gripped her Lightning Staff. "We're not going to let him do that." Her eyes lit up. "I know what we can do. I've got an idea."

"Is it a good one?" I asked. Fierce Fox gave me a grin that made me concerned.

"Yes," she replied. "With this plan, things will... really heat up."

Fierce Fox and I were seated at the end of a long, wooden table in the kitchen. MVB was on the other side, consuming steak just like ours (except it wasn't poisoned). Like in every other part of the house, there were animal heads. There were also regular kitchen objects such as a sink. Fierce Fox and I pretended to eat the poisoned steak and fall asleep, just like in the original island. Winston and some other servants came over to pick us up. I gave Fierce Fox a tiny wink.

"Place them in separate rooms," MVB ordered, grinning with satisfaction. "And make sure there is no escape." The servants started carrying us up the stairs. Suddenly, Fierce Fox awoke with a jolt, her eyes wide. Her hair flowed down her back and her Lighting Staff sizzled.

"HEY!" she shouted. "WHAT'S GOING ON?!" The servants gasped in surprise and dropped Fierce Fox. MVB raised his brow. Fierce Fox clenched her fists. "Tryna take me away, huh?! Well, try harder!" She raced down the stairs at full speed. Using her phone with a recorded message, she passed the locked door and bolted outside into the darkness.

"AFTER HER!" MVB ordered, Winston blowing the hunting horn. MVB turned to Winston. "Stay with the prophesied hero. My other servants and I will go after the other." Winston nodded and watched his master and other servants exit the building. Winston stared intensely at me as I lied still on the stairs.

"Sorry, Winston." I apologized, standing up. I gave Winston the biggest shove my arms could produce; he tumbled down the stairs and hit his head on the fireplace. He was knocked out. Perfect, I thought, jumping down myself. I picked up two candles attached to the fireplace. Even though I despise MVB, I couldn't help but feel bad about what I was going to do. Oh well, I thought. He deserves this.

I placed one candle underneath the wooden wall. I used the other one to set fire to a tapestry. Sure enough, the tapestry set on fire, sending the smell of smoke through the air. I covered my mouth and went towards the door.

"I smell fire!" the chef exclaimed, exiting the kitchen. She noticed the burning tapestry and wall. She glared at me. "Did you do this?!"

"Uh... bye!" I squeaked back, heading towards the exit. It was still open, so I went through.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" the chef yelled viciously, holding up a cleaver. Fear tickled my skin.

"What's going..." Winston said, dazedly shaking his head. He was still leaning against the fireplace. His eyes lit up. "Oh no! A fire!"

"I'll get you for this!" the chef screamed, charging towards me. Her cleaver shimmered in the pale moonlight. With my life on the line, I jumped out of the way.

"I'm sorry!" I yelled. "This wasn't my idea! And, thinking about it..." I shook my head. "I'm not really sure if I like this idea anymore."

"Well, it's too late to go back! Now you'll pay!" the chef roared, charging at me again, swinging her cleaver. It cut me in the arm. Not again! I thought irritably, holding my aching arm. My legs were trembling, which was making it hard to dodge. The chef got me in the knee. Ouch.

"Help!" I heard Winston cry. He was trapped in the burning cabin, which now had fire coming out the roof. It looked very smoky in there. The chef slashed me across the chest. I tried to ignore the stabbing pain suddenly erupting from my chest, which joined in with my leg and arm pain.

"I knew MVB was going to trap me," I confessed, gazing at the furious chef. "My friend and I didn't want that." The chef tried to hit me again. Winston was starting to sound desperate from within the burning building. "Winston! Are you..." My legs carried me to the burning building.

"Hey! You can't save him!" the chef yelled, raising her brow. She frowned. "Get back here!" But I was already entering the burning cabin. Smoke and fire was coming from everywhere, covering everything in a red haze. My lungs were gasping for air. Winston was lying on the ground, nearby some burning logs. I reached out my hand; he grabbed it and stood up. I led him out of the burning building, my brain a mess. It seemed my legs had a mind of their own. I can't blame them, especially since one was disabled in my world.

"You actually went in?" the chef asked. "And survived?" She shook her head. "You are crazy."

"Thanks..." Winston panted, coughing up smoke. I coughed up some as well, my vision turning hazy. My body was feeling weak. I couldn't stand anymore.

"I'm... sorry," I breathed. "I... I... I can..."

"I knew... we wouldn't catch... you," Winston assured me, breathing deeply. "I didn't... think you'd do this..." He sighed. "I'm angry yet grateful at you... so, in that matter, I won't help you. I'm not on your side. However, I will give you this." He handed me the island medallion.

"Oh... thanks." I told him; the medallion glimmered. White overcame my vision, despite the fact that Fierce Fox wasn't there. I appeared behind my computer screen. Fierce Fox had been caught by the hunters and was being dragged back to the burning house. Until the hunters realized it was burning. I saw an enraged MVB, then the screen went black. I had a bad feeling about episode 5. And a lot of regret about today's episode.

What have we done?