Melanie's pov:
I wake up with a yawn and sigh, sitting up.... officially only one more week left.... I would have never believed if I told about this whole thing two weeks ago, being on this wretched island with a killer helping us live and keeping us alive...... and the fact that I fell for the killer oh god.
I stood up looking around, all the other three were on each other on the couch while I was on the ground.... guess I fell off but didn't wake up.
I shrugged it off and stood up.
I walked up the stairs, I just want to walk around outside so I'll tell Seth so she doesn't murder me when I'm back.
I opened the half broken door quietly.
I covered my mouth with a smile, she was laying on her back with the wolf pup across her neck like a neck warmer or scarf and she didn't look happy even in her sleep.... but to be honest with you I think she would prefer Fearless being a scarf then an alive thing.
"hey..." said gently, well the half asleep look she gave me was not a happy one I tell you that!
"what? only bother me when someone is dying......"
"I just want you to know I'll have a stroll outside; I'll have a gun just in case"
"hmmmm" she covered her eyes with her arm and felt around with the other as she grabbed her axe and lifted it, I jerked back and fell on my butt almost losing my nose. "take this with you...." I grabbed the axe and decided to leave her to go back to her sleep.
"bye I'll be fast"
"sure...."
I closed the door and went down stairs and outside, closing the door behind me with a sigh.
I glanced at the axe and a tree and walked over to it, holding it with both hand and hitting the trunk as strong as I could.
"holly hell" I muttered at the small cut I made, just how strong is Seth to cut out a tree with one or two swings depending on her pissed level, I knew she's fast and strong but seeing the comparison between her and me....
I felt a shiver run down my back and decided to do me little walk, staying close enough so I could still find my way back.
I stopped walking after a when I heard a bush rustle.
"who's there?!" I held the axe in shaky hands, I had grown way too used to this island, way too much.... I'm not killer but two weeks here will change you I guess....
it's.......it's a little boy that's around 9. he's dressed in a cute red hoodie which is to long for him and hold a cute little panda teddy, he has a backpack on his back too. he has white hair and has one blue and one pale green eye that looked nearly grey.... from what I can see he's pale in general.
I lowered my weapon and kneed down as he walked out.
"hey there, who are you?" I said gently.
"I'm Jake" he cutely said.
"and how old are you little man?"
"10!"
"would you like to come with me? being out here alone is dangerous"
"okay!"
I took his hand gently as I started walking back, I was quite far away from Seth's house but we shouldn't really be in any real danger for now.
"I-I forgot something! I want to go get it" he said, pulling me in the other way.
"okay but--" "please miss"
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.The Killer's Isl.
General FictionThere is an island far off the coast of a country. An island of limit for most people. The island goes by many names but is named 'the killer's island' for a reason. Murderers, criminals, and insane men and women are sentenced to live on the lawless...