Yujin+S

=__**Anonymous - YuJin Song**__=




 * CHAPTER 1: The Arrival Of Man **

Her eyes wouldn’t open. Unbearable pain throbbed under her eyelids, forcing her to scratch and tear at her face. Bleeding, she walked around her immaculate apartment tripping over chairs and photo frames filled with pictures of her dead husband. She felt her way to her bathroom, and when she arrived, she reached under the drawers to find her pink mirror. However, though she held it up to her face, she was not able to see the reflected image. She threw the mirror at the wall, and the glass shattered easily and scattered. For what seemed like hours, she spent screaming for help. She could feel the blood pouring down from her eye sockets covering her previously neat blouse with stains of red. Agonizingly, the screams reached a gradual beat of climax and with one final blood curdling noise, the female collapsed in despair, crashing onto the cold burgundy tiles.   The sunlight shone down warmly onto the island breathing life and joy. Birds fluttered gracefully, chirping away above the morning dew that hung onto the wild lime green grass.  “Wake up,” the woman with dark hair called to the man she had just found lying on the sand. She stared at the man, who did not in fact seem to wake up, and carefully noted his features. He had fair hair which seemed to curl slightly at the ends, dropping down past his eyebrows. His body was of nice, sturdy build with square shoulders and –  Fletcher’s hard eyes flung open, panicked to see a raven-haired woman staring down at him. His hands immediately made way down to his left leg where it had been injured. He did not have time to realize his surroundings before the woman began to speak.  “Fletcher?” the raven haired woman whispered. “Are you all right?”  “How do you know my name?” Fletcher shuffled backwards, apprehensive of this woman’s identity.  “From the name tag on your right shoulder; I’m assuming your name is Fletcher. I’m Ivvangelien. You see?” Ivvangelien pointed brightly at her name tag which was also stuck on her shirt.  Ignoring Ivvangelien’s question, Fletcher slowly lifted himself into an upright position and looking up, saw the circling of blue birds in the blue sky. Without guidance his eyes looked past the woman and found the waves of ocean crashing in and out on the bay. He must have looked out of focus for Ivvangelien snapped her fingers loudly in front of his face.  “Fletcher,” she started, “can you stand up? You have to come with me. We have to get you to the others. Nancy might be able to help you with your leg wound.”  Confused and apprehensive, Fletcher asked, “Where are we?”  Now slightly annoyed with Fletcher’s behavior, this time Ivvangelien ignored his question and hoisted herself onto her feet, grabbing under Fletcher’s arms to help him up. Lagging, the woman and the man made their way west on the island.  Fletcher forced himself to bear the pain, shooting up and down his left leg and commanded his eyes to observe the coast. He knew the woman was not in the mood to talk anymore, which left him with the sounds of breaking branches and twigs made by him and the woman. The journey of limping and walking continued, and finally the woman began to speak.  “Fletcher, I don’t know what you remember but I’ll tell you everything I know that is certain. You must have been on my plane with me, since you have the same name tag as I do. Our plane was headed to Zimbabwe for the outreach program called DREAMS. Do you remember that?”  “Yes, I think so”, Fletcher lied.  Without slowing her pace, Ivvangelien continued. “I’m not sure exactly what happened. Our plane ride was going fine. Nothing was out of the ordinary, not even the slightest bit of turbulence. But then suddenly there came a bang. The next thing I remember were the screams. I think I was screaming too but I’m not sure about that anymore.” She hesitated, as if this one block in her memory disturbed her greatly. Carefully, she planned out her words. “When I woke up, I was on this island, and as I regained consciousness I noticed that people were beside me, scattered everywhere like shards of glass. Unfortunately, not everyone was alive.” <span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> Rain began to drizzle down on the island, while the two made their way closer and closer to the camp. Ivvangelien casually brushed off the rain. <span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> “Don’t worry about the rain. It’s completely harmless. It usually rains five times a day. It comes and goes.” <span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> They were now deep into the forest filled with trees lined with moss and Ivvangelien stated that they were not far. Her feet were quick and sure, unlike Fletcher’s. <span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> “We have been on this island for about three days, and we are managing quite well. We already have a fire and all the sick are being treated by Nancy, the doctor on the flight. We believed to have found everyone on the island.” perplexed, Ivvangelien stated, “You were on a completely different part of the island. This means there might be more people out there.” <span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> Listening, Fletcher observed the passing of two small inuksuk made of rocks. <span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> Quickly noticing Fletcher’s glance, she noted, “Oh! Those inuksuk’s are mine. I made them so I could track my way back. Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” <span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> The rain had stopped now, and Fletcher could hear the noises that were coming from the distance. Pausing for a moment, Ivvangelien left Fletcher’s side to push back the thick branches of trees. <span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> Behind those branches were the survivors.




 * CHAPTER 2: A Secret Identity **

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">The girl with the bleeding eyes regained consciousness. She lifted herself up from her bathroom floor and sat upright in silence. Suddenly, she came to the realization that she was in her apartment. This did not make sense to her as she knew she had just been on an airplane headed to Zimbabwe.

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<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">It had been almost a week now, even though none of the inhabitants of the island knew it. Time was not a factor that could easily been recorded, for time was hard to grasp. The large island breathed in and out, dragging the tide of the water in and out between the sand. The fertile colours of green danced around the humans presenting a sign of power and immortality. The sun’s rays bounced off the endless ocean waves, creating a luminous shine. All of the beauties of the island went on, unnoticed by the human eyes.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> Nancy, a woman of high intelligence, rounded up all of the injured and tried to help them the best she could. Most of the injuries were quite severe, but most of them were not traumatic, except for the stewardess. This young woman seemed to be in her mid-twenties, and she appeared physically unhurt. However, she could not open her eyes and she seemed not to speak.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">“Fletcher! Come help me with the water!” Ivvangelien called. Sneaking from behind Fletcher poked Ivvangelien at her waist. She let out a girlish giggle and punched him jokingly. They have been getting along well together ever since she had found Fletcher on the west side of the island. After Nancy healed (or somewhat healed) Fletcher’s leg, they had been inseparable.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">“Iv, I’ve been thinking, and I decided I want to go visit Nancy’s shack again.”

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">Puzzled Ivvangelien responded, “Are you hurt again somewhere? What’s wrong?”

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">“No, no it’s not that. I just want to see how the injured patients are doing. I studied medical education back home you know? Maybe I could lend her a hand.”

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">Ivvangelien shot him an incomprehendable look and grabbed the buckets. “I’m going to get some more water and maybe a couple of coconuts, but sure you can go to Nancy’s shack.” The tone of jealousy intruded on her voice.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">Nancy was not expecting Fletcher when she noticed him carefully observing her patients. With curiosity she asked him why he was back. He stated he had some experience with nursing and that he would like to help with any patients that she had.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">“Fletcher you would be a great help! But the fact of the matter is that the injuries are not so bad anymore. Most of the patients are now able to walk and soon they won’t need my attention anymore. However, I think I can say for the patients and even heck for myself, that we go through the day a little hungry. The nuts and berries aren’t going to cut it anymore.”

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">Fletcher realized what Nancy wanted him to do. She wanted a real man to hunt down some meat.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">“I can see if I can hunt down something,” an unfamiliar voice called out. The voice came from a medium built man with dark hair and face. But when he saw Fletcher from the behind his youthful face seemed to be puzzled as if trying to patch together a faraway memory.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">“Jose, your arm wound still looks like it could use a few more days,” murmured Nancy.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">Hesitantly, the two men met eyes. Right away tension formed between the men and a natural hate arose. Jose’s eyes seemed to flinch and he cringed when he realized who the man was. Fletcher’s face shook violently, then quickly looked away. Nancy was the one to break the silence.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">“All right. I guess nothing can go wrong. Well then, off you go men! Go hunt down some meat!”

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> Fletcher gave the first word to Jose. “Come by Ivvangelien’s hut when you’re ready. I’ll be waiting.” Without waiting to hear Jose’s response Fletcher walked briskly away back to Ivvangelien’s hut.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> The clouds seemed to sway harder and faster towards the east and the inuksuks began to shake. The two men were busy making hunting weapons to slice down any animal that crossed their paths. They sharpened their wooden spears made out of tree branches and both men wanted the taste of each other’s blood. Jose walked carefully holding numerous sharpened spears to meet Fletcher at Ivvangelien’s hut around dusk and when they met, the two men walked apart from each other silently towards the forest.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> When the men’s scent hindered the forest, all of the birds seemed to disappear. No song could be heard. The animals hurriedly burrowed in their nests, and hid in their underground holes. The first spear hit a tree trunk.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> “I know who you are. Don’t dry to pretend you’re innocent. I saw you. Nancy, Ivvangelien, you’ve got them thinking you are someone you’re not. But I saw you.”

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> Sniggering, he placed his fingers gently on the point of the spear to feel if it was sharp enough to penetrate human skin. “So?” he asked.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> “So, I’m going to kill you here and now, in this forest where nobody else can see.” Reaching for the butt of the spear Jose took one step forward.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> “Now exactly. What did you see, Jose? I’m not a bad guy--I’m innocent,” he laughed with a slick smile on his face.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> “You killed the pilot. I know you did. I saw you right before the plane went down.” With a scream Jose lunged at the other man with his spear. He soon would find that he underestimated Fletcher's abilities to fight. Fletcher grabbed Jose’s spear by the handle and quickly cornered him by a covering of trees. As Jose reached for his next spear, the spear that Fletcher held in his hand was on top of his chest.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> “Jose, I would have been happy to pretend not to have recognized your face but I guess you have made that hard for me. I’ll kill you as painfully as I can, all right?” Fletcher jabbed the spear into Jose’s flesh barely missing the heart.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;">Jose cringed and groaned in painful agony.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> “And Jose, as for the killing of the pilot and whatever you were just talking about, that’s just going to have to be our little secret.” His eyes grinned. “Oh and before I kill you, I just have one more question. Where is the stewardess?”

<span style="font-family: Raavi,serif;"> No words came from Jose’s mouth and with the realization of this; Fletcher forced the bloody spear back into Jose’s heart.




 * <span style="font-family: Corbel,sans-serif;">CHAPTER 3: The Realization of Evil **

<span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;">“Hello.” <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;">The blind stewardess twitched impulsively when she heard the voice. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> “Nancy, come fast! Help her!” Fletcher’s voice screeched in the distance. His voice was followed by a quick scurry of footsteps on dense grass, and murmurs enticed the following huts. Even in the dark of night, all the animals on the island awoke, momentarily sensing the panicked passion coming from Fletcher’s throat. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> “Oh. Oh my…” <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> The full moon gleamed down, and the night’s rays shined on top of the ocean waves. Nancy’s eyes shot towards the left, following the position of Fletcher’s finger. There, she found the blind stewardess’s body floating on the vast salty ocean being carried gently by the ripples of the sea. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> Moments passed and Nancy found that it was surprisingly hard to pull her gaze away from the dead body in the distance. Beautifully arranged, the moonlight mist caressing the young girl’s body seemed somehow peaceful. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> “How did you find her?” Nancy asked as she finally pulled her gaze away. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> “I decided to go to the bathroom, and while I was walking, I noticed a body in the distance,” announced Fletcher. Slowly, he looked up at Nancy, intrigued to find her staring out into the mist again. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> Nancy jerked her head towards Fletcher, and with a hesitating tone she stated, “It’s late. We will tell the others tomorrow.” With firm steps she walked back towards her hut, closing the small opening tight with the braided leaves.

That night, my being was invaded with horrible nightmares. It was a dream like I had never dreamt before, for it seemed unfortunately, extraordinarily real. I was back in my small apartment in Scylla, hopelessly screaming for help. Blood gushed out of my eye sockets staining my newly bought blouse. The pain came so agonizingly as the blood dripped down my face. Then I realised, I could not see. I was blind. Awaking from the traumatic dream, I felt a chill go down my sweat-covered back. Afraid to fall back asleep, I silently slipped out from the sturdy hut, wanting to find some human companionship. Outside, it was the time of day when the sun and the moon both seemed to disappear, thus spreading no light on Earth. The whole world seemed still and silent except for the welcoming sound of crashing waves colliding with land. It was then when I found the body of the stewardess lying unorthodoxly on the sand. Disturbingly, her eyes were open, glazed like glass. I was about to mutter under my breath when I heard the snapping of leaves. Startled, I looked down at my own feet and when I realised that my feet were not to blame-the sound came again. *Keeeeeeeeeeeek* Forcing myself to breathe slower, I made out the dark shape that was responsible for the sound. I saw Fletcher beginning to drag the dead girl’s body by the limp arm into the condensed forest. Her slim two feet inched, making a trail on the sand. “Fletcher!” I called out hoarsely as I made my way quickly towards him. We exchanged glances until he finally spoke. “I thought I would go bury her before everyone found out.” His head dropped in sadness and shame. I heard my own lips speak, “We can’t keep this a secret from the others. You know we have to tell them in the morning.” Nodding, Fletcher’s dark eyes met mine. Sorely, together we began to bury the blind stewardess. We fell asleep, exhausted after the burying. Silently mourning, I wished morning would never come, so I wouldn’t have to explain to the others about the unknown death of the young woman. * “Everyone, I have some news to tell you.” After explaining the unknown death of the stewardess, I burst into tears, unhinging my pride. Everyone stared mutely, all feeling remorse. This was the first time in years that I cried. The last time I cried was six years ago, at my husband’s funeral. “Oh Nancy.” Fletcher came to comfort me, his steps making an odd sound. Drips of water hung in his shoes, his socks soaked with ocean water. I stood still, and while embracing in his hug, I noticed that even his shirt felt damp. I also felt how hard his lean body seemed to press against mine. Something clicked in my head and with a realization, I froze. “Are you sure you’re okay, Nancy?” Fletcher’s dark eyes shone. I managed put on a fake smile, and I stumbled out, “Yeah I’m fine.” “Good, because nothing is wrong here,” replied Fletcher, smiling darkly.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;">“What is wrong with Nancy?” one man whispered to another. Murmurs and glances shared by the inhabitants of the island escalated as Nancy lost her smart and witty image. As the only nurse on the island, Nancy stood out to everyone as a leader, a person who would keep sane in midst of all the insanity. However, there was a change in her. Since the realization of Fletcher’s murder, Nancy’s perspective of life on the island turned hazy. She moved in a daze, associated with no one by day, and screamed alone frantically in her hut at night. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> The crack of Nancy’s mentality scared everyone, for they believed they were all doomed as the hope of rescue diminished. Like the animals, the humans began to rely more on instinct than reason, as the stranded days turned into weeks, and then into months. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> “Fletcher, I can’t stand her screaming anymore,” Ivvangelien stated with no light in her eyes. “Can’t you do something about it? It’s driving everyone mad at night.” <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> “Are you implying that I kill her, Ivvangelien?” <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> “I’m implying that everyone wants her gone. She’s a mute by day but she won’t fucking shut her mouth at night. Even in the day she doesn’t even help out with anything! Her presence is ghostly and unnerving to everyone around her. Fletcher, all she’s doing is harm. Get rid of her.”

<span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;">“Good morning! Welcome aboard the West Jet! Please feel free to ask for assistance!” the voice boomed with friendly assertiveness through the speakers on the plane. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;">“Get buckled up girl! The flight is almost about to start!” Nancy leaned towards her friend Ivvangelien. Life was good, especially now that Nancy felt that the little dispute between herself and Iv was finally over and done with. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;">“Oh shut up!” Ivvangelien giggled, and punched Nancy gently on the arm. She smiled as she glanced up and down the plane they were in. Ivvangelien was so excited about the trip to Zimbabwe that she barely slept the night before and now that she and her best friend were on the plane she couldn’t contain her excitement. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;">Joy appeared on Nancy’s face as she put on her seatbelt due to the turbulence on the plane. She felt utterly happy as she glanced from her friends face, noting the excitement to come. Content and at ease, Nancy fell into a deep sleep with an easy grin on her face.

<span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> Fletcher entered Nancy's hut, and found her lying peacefully with a smile on her face. Shaking his head he put his arms around her neck. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> “You shouldn’t be smiling,” Fletcher murmured non-nonchalantly as he twisted her neck in an odd angle with his hands. As the neck popped out of place, he raised his two fingers and gently opened her eyes. <span style="font-family: Raavi,sans-serif;"> Footsteps rang noisily leaving the hut, leaving Nancy smiling appallingly with open glazed eyes.

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