Kaitlyn+A

Kaitlyn A __**Phosphorescence**__




 * __Attempted Secrets__**

Gradually, the tall woman shifted in her seat, leaning cautiously to look past the washrooms to the captain's secluded cabin. Simultaneously, she leaned back and reached into her thin bag, grasping the only thing keeping her sanity.Yet, solid and chilly to the touch, she wrapped her dainty fingers around the largest part, while a debate went on in her head. Undoubtedly, she knew she had to do it now, this could be her only chance. He pushed that he would kill her if she uttered a word; this was the one time he was not watching her intensely.

Thus, sliding off of her seat, she was determined, and she had the devilish plan ;aid out in her head; every simple detail in place. Down to getting her "sanity" through security, to which people she placed on the plane who would help her survive and have no suspicions, she worked it all out. Suddenly, catching her off guard, she slammed into a man, and slowly looked up, wording apologies. Though, something strange had caught her left eye. Seeing her "sanity", her gun and silencer, laying on the floor in plain sight, made her heart stop. However, looking at the man staring at the gun, she recognized him right away as one of her chosen people; his name was Jesus. Quickly, he jerked up, and bolted away, with the woman knowing the 17-year-old garbage man would not speak a word, and her heart returned to regular pace.

Slowly walking in to the captain's cabin, Mary grasped her gun, just as she had practiced many times before. Once again, she spun the silencer onto the device, stepped to the side of the captain, her husband, and knew she had no regrets. Since turning his head, the captain widened his eyes, and attempted a minute too late to mutter and cries. Mary had pulled the trigger and braced herself for the terrifying descent downwards, clutching onto every safety device she could find until she looked out of the front window jsut moments before the plane collided with the dark blue sea.

Opening her eyes, all she saw was rock with strange shadows on the walls. Mary sat up emphatically, and eyes all three of the terrified faces staring back at her. Explaining how the plane had "hit a windstorm and crashed", a woman with undeniably strange glasses moved closer to Mary. As she opened her wide mouth, she got rudely interrupted.

"My name id Emily; I'm a science teacher." Pointing to a gruff man beside her, she started again."This is Billy, and lastly, this 17-year-old here is Jesus. Billy is 46, and I am 27. Jesus is a garbage man!"

Mary knew that this woman would be enormous troubles soon enough; she had too much enthusiasm.

"I'm Mary-," she started.

"We know that!" exclaimed Emily. "You are the captain's wife! We just figured out we are on an island, so we should get to know each other..."

Mary zoned out. She had known that already. Regaining heeling to her legs again, Mary looked up to see Jesus staring at her, the intensity increasing. At that point, she realized her knew; and this was not planned.

__**Last thoughts**__

All Mary could think about was her secret. They had been in the musty cave for hours now, trying to figure out what to do. However, they had no idea of what this island is made of. Outside, Mary was intently focusing on the dribbles of rain; she suddenly noticed she was shaking uncontrollably.

Looking around, the others were experiencing the same thing. As she scanned the area, she had noticed that the supplies gathered had somehow been attracting furtive glances from every person in the group, undeniably making her curious. On the ground, were a gun, a metal bucket, a tarp, a compass, and a rope. She could not help but mouth, "just as planned."

Jesus looked up at her, blurting, "Let's go look for wood, Billy says we need it for fire and shelter."

Throughout and hour long walk, Jesus had gotten us lost as he explained that he had known everything about why the plane had gone down, and the salvaged supplies; he has not told any of them, although he would if M

ary had done anything wrong. Once Mary had finally gotten them back to camp, they could not feel their skin; they were starting to get blurred vision. The last thing Mary saw before she closed her eyes was the brightness of the fire in the dark.

Awoken from the crackling noises, Mary felt sick. Sitting up, a rush came to her head. She noticed that the tarp was covering the cave, held down by ropes. The metal bucket was trapping water, and glass from the compass was hit to make a fire; her plan was still working well, although she could not feel her foot. Looking down, her toes had turned to a faded black. With much pain, she stared intently into the freshly fallen snow, drifting into unconsciousness. Farther and farther from alertness, the last thought that derived from her mind came from a glimpse at the others. They all knew.



__**Thunder and Sunshine**__

Panic abruptly set in as Mary's eyes were sealed shut from the prolonged sleep which had lasted what had felt like days. Nausea set in rapidly when she gently caressed her throbbing foot. Shock quickly overcame her; something was missing. Feeling around, she dabbed her sore fingers into a puddle of cold liquid and rubbed her eyes, slowly regaining light into the pitch black world she had gotten so well used to.

She finished just in time to see two of the other members walking into the musty cave, draped in furs.

Jesus was cowering in the corner, gripping the gun tightly in his hands. They were a mess.

Billy sat down while Emily stood behind him.

The babbling from Billy began,"We know what you did, and it's really taking a toll on Jesus. He does not know what is going on . Emily and I have been taking care of you; you have been asleep for about five days. Are you pregnant? You have most of the symptoms."

As if she had just fallen on her back, Mary felt winded. She couldn't breathe. She could not believe this; it made sense to her, though. She had been gaining weight like crazy and felt nauseous at random times.

Right on cue, she got out of the cave just to spill forced food out right by the entrance, almost losing balance from the pain of her missing toe.

Each way she looked, eyes were staring at her. They all showed different emotions, which scared her. The only looks she could not comprehend were received from Jesus. Jesus looked confused.

After that moment, Mary became aware of everything in her surroundings. She could hear the shuffle of the furs she was wearing, to the skittering of the animals deeper in the cave. All of the time, she was alert.

On this strangely clear night, she noticed something was obviously out of line. She had heard movement from Jesus, and he had not moved from that spot since she'd been awake.

Before she realized, she had been swept up out of the cave into the dusky night,

Undoubtedly, they had been walking for hours. Jesus was crazy. He had snatched her up claiming, "I'm going to harm you." He had to get rid of her. With a gun in hand, he had been leading her higher on the island. Clouds accumulated. Before she knew it, a loud crackle broke the silence. Jesus refused to speak anymore; his mind was set.

The cold drops of rain easily his her tears and pain. All that went through her head was how much her life had changed. She had a new life growing in her that didn't have a father anymore. She could not imagine how difficulty life would be for her child. She had to make a decision and she knew.

Lightening struck. Each strike made a new light for Mary and Jesus. Each flash brought new terrors. Flash. He had one hand gripping the gun, while the other made its way to her wrists, nails drawing blood. Flash. Patches of skin were shining through holes in the fir with scabs proving an insanity that was eating Jesus alive. Flash. His eyes were wild, searching for what he had take notice of before when they first arrived. Flash. She knew what he saw before ever looking over. The highest point of the island was a cliff, overlooking the vast ocean. Giant waves crashed up against the deadly rocks below.

Turning around, she came face to with the cold gun she had kept so dear to her. The one thing that kept her together not too long ago, was the one thing that was going to tear her apart. Mary squeezed her eyes shut just as she heard the click of the gun.

Although she heard the trigger, the gun didn't sound; it wouldn't. She knew there were no more bullets.

When she glanced over, out of the trees about a mile away came Billy and Emily.

If she didn't encourage Jesus to finish what he started, she wouldn't be able to go through with her decision. Just one look would get to him. Boring into his eyes, Mary knew what Jesus thinking finally. As Mary looked onto Jesus's wrist, he crashed into her. Mary screamed. Wind whipped through her hair as she fell, lower and lower to death. Billy and Emily arrived at the cliff, yet they were too late. The pouring rain slowed, and sun started to shine through the clouds, the first rays piercing Mary's smiling face.

Along with the rarely seen sun, came a small ship, starting off on the horizon, slowly coming closer to the once deserted island.

"Wind whipped through [Mary's] hair as she fell, lower and lower to her death."