HURMHURMMM YESSs.[/COLOR] That annoying kid GX didn't continue his Lost story. So I've been talking to him and well I've decided to kind of remake it and stuff, you know. GX and I bounce ideas off of each other but I'm going to do all the writing. Why? - Because Lost is such a great show that it deserves as many stories about it as possible - Lost is TOO great and it'll be funny to watch me ruin it with my writing - I wanted the story to continue and GX told me to write it myself. So I did. But I had to change chapter one around like, a lot and stuff. I just started all over. Hey, I got GX's permission. LAWL Natz...sorry in advance. It was just too funny to pass up making you be preggo. I be teh auntie. Oh, umm, List of characters on the crashhh Split Ryuuga Spitty Orange Vivi Rosey Kingdom Glory (heh..) NATZ GX of course. Madi Cin Spike CtR Mish Lithy Laurence Darky DA Foxxie Kitty But some of you are tailies who don't come until chapter 2, yesyes? Alright then. If you find random grammar mistakes, inconsistencies, etc. (which I bet you will because I didn't proofread it yet because I'm lazy and will later), just tell me and I'll editz. Lololol. Oh, and some of you will be in it who aren't on the crash. Like, others and shiz. Lots more will come. Be patient. Well here we go without more random crap coming from me that you probably don't care to read. Have fun reading me mess up everything. Enjoy <: [Note: I'm not making this post orange and right aligned so it is easier to read. Large story + Small orange right aligned text = hard to read and annoying] Chapter 1 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- GhettoXemnas began to open his eyes slowly. He felt as if he hadn't moved in days. "What is my freaking problem? I'm freaking ripped, I don't need to feel like some freaking old guy" he thought, forcing his eyes to open more. The moment they did, however, his calm disposition evaporated and he sprung to his feet. He was on an island. How he got there, he didn't know. He only remembered being on a flight to Japan and hitting some turbulence. He looked around frantically, hoping to recognize someone, anyone. A girl with screamingly blonde hair was screaming for her husband on the beach. A boy with many piercings was jumping back into the plane and searching the remnants of storage units and racks for his bag. He found it and darted out of the plane again, hurtling towards the ground. He landed hard on his feet, but this didn't stop him from jumping back up and sprinting his way away from the chaos, into the cover of a few bushes. GX just stood there for a minute taking the scene in. It was as if he didn't comprehend what he was seeing; he could only stare in shock. A tallish youth with dirty blonde hair who seemed uninjured was running around attempting to help those less fortunate than him. He helped a young girl with blonde hair going a bit past her shoulders who was helping a pregnant teenager with light brown hair and glasses walk. The pregnant girl had injured her left foot and was limping. The blonde girl was supporting her slightly and helping her to walk. The uninjured youth took her other side and helped them both away from the chaos before running right back in again to help more people. A drunken man hobbled around the island, bottle still in hand. He hobbled toward the plane and leaned against it, taking a sip from his bottle and muttering something about a lisbeth. What he didn't realize was that he happened to sit right under a broken wing. Wing falls man dies. A 12 year old girl with dark, shortish hair appeared to be helping remove debris off of a scared looking Asian boy. He looked absolutely petrified, as if he could pass out at any minute. She was going nowhere with her efforts, when the boy with dirty blonde hair ran over and helped her lift up the majority of it. The Asian scurried out and ran away, stumbling and then throwing up in the sand. A girl was sitting on the sand. She had no legs; they appeared to have somehow been severed in the crash, but she seemed to not care. She was laughing manically, muttering something about cookies and fate and how she had just come up with a new brilliant idea for an "If Organization XIII Used AIM" story. She had managed to find some paper and was using some sort of ink to write down her ideas. No one went near her. A boy of about 14 was lying on the ground laughing despite the fact that he had just crashed onto a deserted island. He was near where the asain had been, also pinned under debris, but he appeared not to care. He was acting as if it was the best day of his like. The 12 year old and the dirty blonde ran over and began to pull debris off of him. There was much more on him than on the asian; they were getting nowhere and he was likely to be killed from pressure if they did not get him out soon. GX stood there for a moment in shock, confused as to what was going on. Then the thought occurred to him that it would probably be a good thing to help the boy under the debris since he himself was mostly uninjured. He ran over and began lifting, and everyone's combined efforts eventually paid off and the boy was able to squeeze out. The boy laughed the entire time. As the girl and boy who'd helped with the debris were nearly dragging the laughing boy away, GX turned around to survey his surroundings. The Island looked as if it would have been beautiful under different circumstances. There were a variety of trees. The ocean was clear and looked clean. The sand was nearly white. There appeared to be a vast jungle behind him, and some mountainous areas on the other side of the island. But it was not different circumstances. It was now. And the reality started to set in that they may have to go days- maybe even a week- without contact with outside civilization. As GX began to think of all these things, the screams and cries and the sounds of screeching metal began to fade. He was thinking of his family; his brother, his parents, his friends. All who had promised to come visit him once he arrived in Japan. When would they hear news of the crash? When would he be found? What about all of his plans? He was going to study there, graduate from college, start a family. He was only 17. What would happen to his future? Unfortunately, because GX was lamenting all of his losses, he was unaware that he was standing under a dislodged piece of a wing. Before he could turn around to see what the earsplitting noise of screeching metal coming from behind him was, it fell on his head and he passed out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The day was finally here. GhettoXemnas was FINALLY on his way to Japan. He had been looking forward to it all summer. He was going to be studying in Japan for an entire school year. The exchange student program for his school was top notch. He'd miss basketball season, yes, but he was only a junior and had already been offered some scholarships. He was planning on going to Duke and majoring in Graphic Design, while spending most of his time being on the basketball team. But for now, he was part of the foreign exchange student program and on his way to Japan. He had studied the language for about 4 years now, so he had enough to make his way around. "Sir, would you like a tissue?" "This is the best day of my life" he thought. Why shouldn't it be? Away from his annoying brother for a school year. Away from his demanding parents. A place where nobody knew him and he was just the black kid trying to fit in with the Asians. It was perfect. "Sir, would you like a tissue?" Only 3 hours until arrival. He had eaten a meal on the plane already and was wondering when they'd be serving him his second dose of complimentary peanuts. Or where they really complimentary? Surely the airline had to come up with some source of funding for their numerous peanut sacks delivered to all of the passengers. He figured there was probably a dollar or two added to the price of his ticket for those salty nuts delivered in bagged receptacles. "Sir, your nose is bleeding, please take a tissue." GX looked up at the flight attendant. She had a hideously annoying voice. Overly excited about nothing in particular, like a third grade girl. On drugs. She was thrusting a tissue at him. He absentmindedly put his hand up to his nose and felt a warm, sticky liquid coming out: blood. He smiled hesitantly and took the tissue, saying to the attendant, "Sorry, first time flying." as she walked away. "Is it really your first time?" a girl sitting in the seat next across the isle from his said brightly. "huh?" "Is it really your first time flying on an airplane?" He looked at her. She seemed very optimistic. She was pretty, too. Blonde hair with brown highlights. She was wearing an orange shirt with the word "Hollister" etched across the front. She was smiling at him but not showing her teeth. She looked pretty excited about what was to come. "umm..yeah." he responded, confused as to why a random person would talk to him. "Oh. Scared?" "umm, not real-" "Well you'll get used to it. It's actually one of the safest means of transportation. It's not so bad. My sister and I fly all the time." She said, gesturing to a brown haired teenager sitting next to her. Her sister was obviously pregnant. She was dozing off in her seat. "Yes, well, that's great." He said, turning away from her. She sighed and took out a book she had placed in the seat pocket in front of her. "Attention Passengers" came the annoying voice of the flight attendant. "Please fasten your seatbelts. We are experiencing some minor turbulence." A majority of the people gasped as the plane rocked a bit. "Don't worry, this is fun!" she said, clapping her hands, and then returned to her seat. "How annoying" thought GX. He hastily put on his seat belt and waited for the turbulence to pass. It didn't. The plane rocked a bit, then began to shake violently. Cries and screams from many people were heard. The peppy girl's pregnant sister woke up and gripped her seat, as almost everyone was. The plane rocked even more, causing GX to bump his head into the seat in front of him. Just as he started to rub his head, the plane began to shake violently. It was as if there was an earthquake on the plane. The sound of screeching, grinding metal could be hard throughout the cabin. Many of the women screamed. A toddler cried somewhere to the left. The screeching got painstakingly louder. GX turned around, craning his neck, attempting to focus on what he was seeing despite the violent shaking. What he saw didn't commute in his brain. The plain was splitting. Literally, splitting down the middle. Air rushed in, wind now added to the earthquake, sucking people out of the gaping hole. A few people were sucked out and killed. A man was hanging onto the edge of the plane, yelling for people to help him. "IF YOU PEOPLE HAVE ANY COMPASSION FOR MANKIND, HELP ME. OH LORD, DAMN THEM ALL, NOBODY COMES TO MY AID IN MY TIME OF NEED. JESUS, HERE I COME. YOU ARE ALL BAS-" The man fell. GX turned around. It was too much for him to take. He closed his eyes and braced himself. He was prepared to die. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Nice of you to wake up." Said a female voice. "What? Who are you, where am I?" "Calm down. Just sit up." She said. GX opened his eyes and sat up, looking around. It was night time. He was off to the side of what appeared to be some sort of campfire. People were gathered around it somberly, looking very confused and sad. A few cried. "The plane..it crashed." GX said slowly. "Wonderful observation." She responded. GX looked at her quizzically. "I know you.." he said. She smiled at him. "Is this your first time flying?" she responded. GX smiled back. "Yes. You. What's you're name?" "Call me Orange." She said, smiling again. Her orange T-shirt was ripped in a few places now, and her hair was tied lazily into a ponytail, out of her face. "GhettoXemnas. GX for short." He said, looking at her for a moment. "Why-" he began to ask, before she cut him off. "Well, those of us who are conscious and uninjured are taking shifts looking after those who aren't. I mean, there's about 6 of you who we brought over here. We only brought the ones who we thought would survive from the wreck, back at the plane ruins there's a few.." "That you left to die." GX finished the sentence for her. "There was no way to help them." She responded. They looked at each other. A person at the campfire began to call Orange's name. GX looked over to see that it was the boy with the piercing who had taken his bag right out of the plane. He had dark emo hair. GX couldn't quite see what he was wearing. They were about 50 yards away and the boy was standing behind the campfire. "Did one of them wake up?" he called over to her. "Yeah." She responded "He seems okay." "Well come over here then. Your shift is almost over anyway." "Right, be right there." She called back to him. GX looked at her, confused again, as she began to gather up a few bandages and rubbing alcohol from a small kit strewn on the sand. "how...." he began, but she cut him off with "It was in Lithy's carry on. His mom stuck it there or something, just in case. Well, it's case. We need this." She said, snapping the kit closed and walking in the direction of the campfire. GX stood there confused for a minute and then jogged a bit to catch up. "Lithy?" he said, confused as to who Lithy was. "That boy who just asked if you woke up." She responded nonchalantly. "Oh....wait-" GX spoke hopefully, "Do we have any word on rescue? Any radio contact, or..or...something?" She smiled again. GX figured she was a very smiley person. But her smiles didn't always mean good news. "Ask them." --------------------------------------------------------- The plane was falling, and fast. Closing his eyes did not protect him from the sounds of the crash. The shaking and wind continued, as did the thrashing sound of screeching metal. The thought occurred to him that it may be better to unbuckle his seatbelt; if they crashed in the water he didn't want to be attached to a sinking chair. The plane began to tilt to the left, causing luggage to fall out of the right side and some go out of the plane altogether. GX kept his eyes shut. More screaming ensued around him. Oxygen masks lamely popped out of the seats, considerably late. GX did not take one. The plane was rapidly gaining speed. They were going to crash soon. Against what his entire mind told him, GX willed himself to open his eyes and look out his window. What he saw shocked him so much he jumped in his seat, though it was hardly noticeable through the violent shaking of the plane. They were not plummeting into the ocean. They were heading straight for land- what looked like a large, foliated island. There were some beaches on the edge, which seemed to be their destination. After looking at this for a moment, he turned toward the isle and saw the annoying flight attendant fall out of the gaping hole behind him. The amusement he'd normally feel was masked by his obscene, paralyzing amount of fear. His ears were popping and he was feeling lightheaded. They grew closer to the island. People screamed harder and louder. A man even got up and jumped out of the gaping hole on purpose. GX could not move. He was numb with terror. He looked over to see the girl in the orange shirt crying. Her pregnant sister was just shocked. A girl behind him was screaming as loud as she could with little breaks, only stopping to take breaths. He could not see her and did not want to turn around to try. The plane grew closer and GX grew more lightheaded. He closed his eyes again. They would meet the island soon. He counted down in his head. "3.." "2..." "1..." A chaotic thump of impact rocked the foundations of the island and the plane itself as it hit the ground. GX immediately flew out of his seat. The roof had sometime or another managed to become missing. GX was hurled out onto the sand but passed out before he could realize what happened. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- GX didn't realize that he had turned around and was not looking ahead of where he was walking so he could talk to her. He whipped his head around and saw all of the people around the campfire staring at him. He had nearly plowed over one girl- he recognized her as Orange's pregnant sister. She was giggling giddily like a carefree school girl. "UHMAHGOD~!" she squealed. "GOD YOU ****** WHY'D YOU RUN INTO ME! GAWD!" "Why are you talking like a ******?" GX questioned. "I'll talk like a ****** if I want to, gawd." Nobody else in the circle was talking. GX decided it'd be best to just take a seat after Orange sat next to her sister and they began giggling together. Everyone else in the circle got back into their conversations. GX was unable to find a spot next to Orange, so he perched himself near the girl who was screaming for her husband earlier. They were the only two not in a conversation. The girl just stared at the fire, tears rolling down her cheeks. After a few moments of silence, GX spoke to her. "What's wrong?" he asked softly. "My husband." She choked out quietly. " Vivi.." Her voice was very soft and sounded young. She continued to stare at the fire, but saying her husband's name seemed to have triggered more tears. She was silently crying; not the kind of tears where you gasp for breath. "He was on the plane, b-but he went to the bathroom when the c-crash happened. I saw the back end of the plane go down, but it went in the other direction, and I d-don't know what.." her voice trailed off. GX thought about the situation for a bit and then realized that there was no way he could understand what she was going through. "I'm so sorry." was all he managed to get out. The people continued to chatter amongst themselves and GX continued to feel awkward. After about 10 more minutes, someone spoke. "Guys! Maybe we should all introduce ourselves instead of just talking to those who are around us...I mean, I don't know, we could be here for days.." said the dirty blonde. GX noticed he was wearing a rosary. "Okay!" Orange stood up. She seemed very pleased with the situation. Convinced that they'd be off soon and it would all just be a story to tell grandchildren. "I'm Orange." She said, flashing her commonly flashed smile. "I'm 15 and I was on the plane because, well, it's complicated really, but I'll explain it quickly. My sister and I-" she motioned to her preggy sister "live in Australia. But we used to live in the US until last year. And our brother goes to college in California, where we lived, and we still have friends there and stuff, so our parents allowed us to go there for a visit. We were on our way back to Aussieland and had a flight transfer or whatever they're called in Japan, and now here we are." She said, smiling again and sitting down. Her sister stood up with some effort as soon as Orange stopped talking. "I'm JellyBeing. Just call me Natz. I'm pregnant. No the father was not killed on the flight or something. It was a one night stand." Someone whistled. "It was pretty fun. The baby's due in a week. I was breaking laws by flying this pregnant. I'm more mature than my optimistic sister. 17." She said and sat down. She was wearing a bright, neon blue maternity shirt and once-white Bermuda shorts that were both ripped in some places and dirty. Her foot was wrapped in a bandage and elevated on a log. She seemed bored with the crash, as if it were going to be over soon and she wanted to get home to have her baby just so she could scream "MY ****** HURTS" without getting strange looks. Next to her was the dirty blonde boy. He stood up and introduced himself as Kingdom Glory, KG for short. He didn't say much, just that he hoped that they'd get rescued and he always does what he thinks is best for other people and himself. He also noted that he was 20. People seemed confused and relieved when the next person went. Next was the dark haired 12 year old. She looked a bit scared, but had good composure. "I'm Madi. I love L. I don't know when we'll get off this island. It sucks. Authority figures are stupid. I like the internet. I believe in young love. Death Note is my life. I'm 12. I joined my first forum when I was 9." She sat down. GX as well as most of the other people were very confused at this, considering half of them didn't even go on forums at all and only a few knew what Death Note was. Madi seemed a bit out of it. She had dark circles under her eyes and was wearing a red T-shirt and blue jeans. Next was the pierced boy. He stood up, surveyed the people, and said "Lithy." then sat back down. The next person was a boy who seemed slightly crazed. He looked about fourteen. His legs were bruised and cut. GX realized it was the boy he'd helped out of the rubble. He was the kind of boy who seemed like he would have a liking for porn. He was smiling. He did not stand up to speak like everyone else had, just sat there, smiling like a little kid who knew something nobody else did. "The name, at this moment, is Pepto Bismol. But call me by that in any form and you'll most likely get scalped by a rabid bear in your sleep. Call me Split." He said. Everyone waited for him to say more. He didn't. After a bit, the boy sitting next to him tentatively stood up. He was the Asian that was under the debris. He seemed painfully shy. "R-Ryuuga." He said timidly. "Uhh, 18, umm, I like video games." He said and then drummed his fingers on his leg. He was almost shaking. "Excuse me." he said hurriedly and got up to run a small distance from the campfire and throw up. The next person did not wait for him to return to start. "SPITIFIRE." He stood up and said in an almighty voice. "I am superior to most of you. I have had more experience and remember everything ever. One of my hobbies is getting high. I continually do it. Yes, that does mean it. Weed is sexy. If this island doesn't have drugs and we're on it for more than a week I may kill myself. I am older. I am wiser. I win." he finished. Orange and Natz laughed and clapped for his speech. Most others found it strange. He sat back down and looked intently at the girl next to him. It was the screamingly blonde girl. She did not stand up either. "I'm Rosey." She sighed. "I'm searching for my husband, Vivi. He was using the restroom when it...crashed..." she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I don't care how this ends right now, I just want to see him again. To hold his hand one more time.." she said, and trailed off. Nobody spoke for a minute, and then it occurred to GX that it was his turn. He stood up. "I'm GhettoXemnas. I'm from Florida. Umm, well, I was on the flight to study..I speak some Japanese....I hope we get rescued soon, this sucks. I am a man of Faith." He added the last part as a reference to his favorite show. No one got it. Chapter 2 It was hurting again. JellyBeing was lying down on the beach under a small, make-shift shelter that some of the survivors had made for the night. She had shared one with her sister Orange who was still asleep. Checking her sister's orange watch, she saw that it was around 6 AM. Everyone was probably still asleep, considering they had stayed up very late discussing whether or not they had any forms of communication on the island and how soon they'd be rescued. But that was not what she thought about when she first woke up. She thought of how the morning sickness was back and her stomach had started hurting again. She tried to fall back asleep, but it was useless now. Sharp pings of pain that told her to throw up continued to come, and she continued to resist them, knowing it was pointless and she'd give in eventually. She got up and waddled out of the tent-like structure to see a few others like it around her, their flaps still closed, as well as a few boys who had slept on the beach without one still asleep about 50 yards away from her. A large ping was able to take down her defenses and she leaned to the side and threw up. Burying it with sand to mask the smell a bit, she hobbled her pregnant self down to the beach and sank herself down on a warm spot near the shore. The sun was beginning to rise and could be seen peeking over the horizon. Jelly's stomach continued to produce some numb remnants of the sickness, but she was so used to them by now that they were easily ignorable. She watched the sun grow higher and higher, until it had risen well above the horizon and the beach was completely illuminated. She looked back to the water and sighed, frustrated. "What's wrong?" a voice next to her said. She jumped, startled to hear that there was someone next to her. Her head snapped to the left side where it came from and she saw spitfire sitting next to her, examining a small crab that had washed on the beach, not giving her eye contact, but apparently waiting for an answer. She laughed, and then said. "Nothing...it's just, this baby. I don't know who the father is. And it's like, I've had so many one night stands, and they were all just so much fun. This was supposed to be the same way. It wasn't supposed to end up like this. I wasn't supposed to end up pregnant and not even know who the father would be. Sure, that night was fun, and at first I thought it was worth it, because I could just have the baby and put it up for adoption or something and I'd have the memory of the sex forever, but now, with all of this stuff happening to me, me flying illegally and being plane-wrecked on an island, I'm just..scared." she finished, looking curiously at Spitfire, who was now giving her eye contact, searching his eyes for an answer or perhaps some comfort, a bit confused as to why she had just poured her heart out to a stranger. "Well." He said thoughtfully. "It depends. How good was this sex of yours?" She smiled and looked back toward the ocean. "Amazing." She laughed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY!!!!! WAKE UP, LAZY-ASS!" JellyBeing opened her eyes slowly to see her sister on the edge of her bed, hitting her shins with oranges. She rubbed her eyes and slipped out of bed into a pair of fuzzy, bright, orange slippers that Orange had awarded her for Christmas. They were fairly new, considering it was late January, and although Jelly didn't particularly like them, she knew Orange would probably cry or something if she refused to wear them, so she kept them anyway. She stood up and pulled on a sweatshirt, orange now leaning against her wall waiting for her, oranges in hand. "Why the oranges?" Jelly asked as she pulled her arms through the sleeves. "What?" Orange inquired. "Oh, these." She said, looking down at the oranges in her hands she had just used to considerably bruise Jelly's leg. The reason she had been confused at first, Jelly knew, was because she was wearing an orange tank top and pajama pants that had smiling oranges on them, accompanied by slippers with the same smiling orange. She liked that character. Orange knew that Jelly was aware of her obsession with oranges, so Jelly understood why Orange didn't understand why Jelly would ask "Why the oranges?" at first, until she realized Jelly was asking about the real oranges in her hand, not the ones made of cloth displayed on her pants. "..mom asked me to wake you up and then peel them for breakfast, and I guess I picked them up before coming into your room." She finished. "Ah." Jelly said, taking the lead toward the kitchen with orange following. At the breakfast table, orange was positively brimming with glee. This was a characteristic of hers that sometimes annoyed Jelly, because she would be gleeful in almost any situation, but sometimes, like now, she was okay with it, possibly even feeling the same way. Jelly was eating her cereal with extra enthusiasm. She loved birthdays. They reminded her of her childhood. Orange continued to be extra gleeful and began bouncing in her seat. By now Jelly was aware that Orange wanted her to ask why she was so excited, so Jelly did not. It was fun to play with Orange. However, once Orange began laughing every time Jelly blinked, it got annoying, so, hesitantly, Jelly asked "Why are you so exci- "BECAUSE I GOT YOU THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT IN THE WORLDDD!" Orange exploded, no longer able to stay at the table and running up to her bedroom. She returned seconds later with a large, rectangular present, wrapped in (of course) Orange wrapping paper. Orange practically shoved it in her face, giving no regard to Jelly's cereal and nearly knocking it off the table. Jelly caught it and pushed it to the side before digging into orange's present. She unwrapped it to discover a box. Orange was now sitting across from her. She looked up at orange, confused and opened the box to discover.. Another box. She looked back to orange, who was now giggling. Anticipating a bit what was going to happen now, Jelly opened up the next box and found, once again, another box. This process continued, Orange's laughing growing stronger and louder every time and Jelly's laughing beginning at around the fourth one, until finally there was one small package left, and Orange managed to say, through her laughing. "Okay, okay." (laughter) "This one is-" (laughter) "-the one." (laughter) Jelly continued to laugh and opened up the final box, revealing something she'd never expected to see. "UHMAHGOD~!" she squealed "Did you really?" "YES!" Orange screamed happily. Jelly looked back down to Orange's present. It was an airline ticket to Los Angeles. California. The United States. Her home town. Where her friends were. Where her brother was. "And I've got one too!" Orange said, pulling one out of her own. "We're going together!" she squealed, "Just us, not even mom and dad! We're going in September, just before school starts!" Orange finished, smiling at her. Jelly looked back down to the tickets. They must have been expensive. She sighed. She really did love Orange. They had fun together. She was actually a pretty good sister compared to how some could've been. And despite the fact that Jelly was older and liked to make fun of her, they did have fun when they hung out. And Orange cared so much for her, spent so much on those tickets... Jelly leaned forward across the table to Orange, speaking to her in a low voice so their mother, who was in the living room, would not hear. "Orange.." she whispered deviously "How would you feel if tonight you and I went.." she paused, thinking of the right word, and then smiled broadly when she did, partly because it was such a lame little word that could mean so much..."Out?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Aaah!" Jelly moaned. The morning sickness was strange today. It usually stopped at around 10 every day, but now it was noon and it pushed on, different and worse than normal, the pain being lower and not causing her to throw up like usual, only scream. Instead of getting better, it seemed to get worse. The women on the plane, including Jelly, were mostly out gathering firewood for the night or sitting in a circle around where the fire had once been, talking. Some of the boys were fishing; others making the shelters a bit sturdier. Jelly walked over and dumped added the kindling she had collected to the stack of wood. Then she sat down, completely exhausted and sweaty, her hands almost automatically arching over her belly. "Oh my god, you shouldn't be out gathering firewood in this heat! You're in no state for that. I won't have it." Said the young Madi who was sitting with Rosey, probably gossiping, as she promptly got up and continued Jelly's work for her. Jelly looked over to Rosey. "Maybe there was a tail section that survived as well." She said, encouragingly. "I doubt it." Rosey remarked. "We're lucky we even survived, that was a hell of a crash." "Don't talk like that, I'm sure he's fine." Jelly continued trying to cheer her up. "I'm not. I wonder if there's any chance that the pilot survived? He could have some sort of radio contact if any part of the cockpit is still operational." "Ooow!" Jelly moaned again, her face scrunching up and contorting. She took deep breaths and was able to numb the pain. God damn that baby. She was now out of breath, but was able to respond to Rosey's thoughts. "Yeah, maybe." She spoke, thoughtfully. "You should put together a search party and maybe go exploring for where the plane might be." "Maybe." Rosey noted, looking up at the sky. "Judging by the angle at which we fell from, I'd assume the front of the plane would've gone that way, and the tail, naturally, the opposite way." She said, pointing first west and then east. "And the front section would have had to have been very small, based on how much of the middle was wrecked on the beach-" "AAAAH" JellyBeing screamed and began heaving breaths again, her face scrunched up completely, her belly held in her hands. "Oh my god, are you okay?" Rosey yelled, ready to get up and get help if need be. "I promise I'm fine." She said as her breath began to return to normal. "It's probably just kicking or something, my child will probably be some strong little badass that kills people or something, the first one being his mother before he was even born." "Ooh, don't say that, it's bad luck" Rosey barked. "I don't believe in luck" Jelly replied. Rosey leaned her face on her hand and looked up at the sky again. "Maybe I should get a search party.." she said, getting up and walking towards some of the boys who were fishing on the beach. "Oh!" she said, turning back towards Jelly. "They've caught a few fish, would you want one? The fire's started, you can cook it there.." Rosey yelled to her. "Sure!" Jelly answered, realizing she hadn't eaten in hours. "I'm as hungry as a banshee." Rosey laughed and turned around, leaving Jelly alone. "AAAGGH" Jelly moaned again, holding her belly and breathing hard, nearly falling over this time. "Stupid baby..." she said, pushing herself back to an upright position, wobbling off balance. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Natz, are you sure this'll work?" Orange said nervously, staring at the fake I.D. being held in her sweaty, shaking hands. "Yes!" Natz said, reassuring her. "I used to do this with my friends all the time. You could pass for 18, obviously I could, we'll be okay. This is the best club in town. You'll have fun, I swear." Orange looked very hesitant. Jelly and she had told their parents that they were sleeping over friends houses. They weren't. Orange had worn her favorite orange dress. It fit her perfectly, hugging her body and making her look skinnier than she actually was, if possible. Natz had worn a purple one. It was a halter and had a relatively short hemline. They made their way towards the front of the line, Orange's shaking growing more and more as they approached the front. Jelly nudged her and whispered in her ear "Don't act nervous, they'll suspect you're lying if you do." Orange just gulped. The shaking let up a little, but her eyes looked absolutely terrified. "Remember, afterwards, we're going to Jordie's house, and we were there the whole time." "Right." Orange said quietly, half wishing that they were. They edged closer and closer until they were nearly upon the door. Natz walked in like she owned the place and wasn't expecting to get I.Ded at all. Orange followed hesitantly, trying to walk like Natz, but ultimately failing. As a result, a large, clean-shaven man put his hand in front of Orange just as she was crossing the door. Natz continued walking at first, but when she noticed Orange wasn't there, she turned around and her eyes grew wide. There was nothing she could do to help, it was up to Orange now. "I need to see some identification please, miss." Orange just stared at him. "Miss..." Orange finally realized what was going on and fumbled a bit before handing him her fake I.D. She was nervously twiddling her thumbs and looking anxiously at Natz as the man examined her I.D. He looked at her quizzically and then called his friend over to look at it for a bit, and then said. "Ma'am, we have determined that this is not a valid form of identification, we need to see a legal form of identification in order for you to proceed." Orange's heart practically froze. Jelly stared at her, helpless to do anything, barely able to see her through a crowd of people. Orange looked at the man, grabbed her fake I.D, looked at natz and then took off running. Natz was in the club, wondering what to do. If she left, she'd probably not be able to get back in for ages. But Orange...she could make it to Jordie's, right? But she was supposed to be in the club with her. Natz went to the bathroom and paced for a minute, when she nearly died as her but started to vibrate. Realizing that her cell phone was in her bag and kicking herself mentally for not remembering before, she picked up, and heard Orange scream into the phone. "NATZ WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?" "Umm...where are you now?" asked Natz, nervously. "I ran about a mile in a half away before I tripped and scraped my knee, then realized I was cold and wet and wearing a dress and decided it would be best to call you." Orange said, talking very fast. "I think you made the right decision." Natz spoke sarcastically. "NOT THE TIME FOR SARCASM!" Orange badgered. "Yeah, sorry. Umm.. Okay...Well I'll leave and meet you on Thames street, and from there we can call a cab and get to-" "I don't want to ruin your birthday!" Orange nearly screamed into the phone. "..What?" Natz asked, confused. "Well, you got in and I didn't, that's just how it works I guess. I think you should go and enjoy the night, I mean, it isn't your 17th birthday everyday..." Orange's voice was firm at first, but trailed off. "..." "..." "..Are you sure?" Natz said. "..Y-yeah." Orange said, stumbling. "Okay. Well I want you to call Jordie and tell her what happened and where you are and that you need her to pick you up. I'll come back to her house once I'm done. Be careful." Natz said with authority. "You too." Said Orange, much firmer now. "Okay." Spoke Jelly, ready to hang up. "Oh, and Natz?" Orange said, speaking quickly again. "Hmm?" Natz said, now walking out of the bathroom, the noise steadily getting louder as she got closer to the large amounts of people. "Have fun..really." Natz smiled. "Love you Orange." "Love you too." Orange and Jelly closed their phones at the same time. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Everyone ready?" Rosey said, looking around. 4 people had volunteered to be a part of Rosey's plans to search for the pilot; Orange, Lithy, Split, and Madi. They had all packed backpacks with a day's worth of food and were almost ready to go. "Yeah." A mutual response occurred, and the 4 were off. Orange turned to JellyBeing, who was sitting down, her face turning red, obviously trying to hold back another scream because of the pain. "You gonna be okay?" "Of course." Jelly said with passion, possibly to convince herself. Orange looked nervously at Jelly's Belly and then leaned down to speak to her in a whisper "Rosey isn't sure how long we'll be gone. She didn't want to worry those who were staying. We're heading straight west on a path Rosey scouted earlier today while gathering firewood. If anything.." she looked to her belly again before continuing "..happens, I need you to send someone after me. I'm leaving a trail." Jelly was bewildered. Orange stood up and nodded to her and then ran to catch up to the others. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Orange and Jordie were worried. Natz could tell, just seeing them in the window of Jordie's living room. Orange had that look on her face that she had whenever her hamster went missing, and Jordie was talking to her, trying to console her. They were, obviously, worried about her. Her well being. It was 4 AM and she had been gone for a while and had a bit or more to drink. Of course they should have been. Natz opened the door and immediately was tackled in a hug by Orange. "JELLYBEING, WHERE WERE YOU? YOU NEED TO KEEP YOUR CELL PHONE ON. DO YOU HAVE LIKE, PROBLEMS OR SOMETHING? WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING." Orange practically screamed in her face. Natz could smell her breath. It smelled like Orange sherbert. She knew that Orange overindulged on sherbert when she was worried. She felt sorry that she had worried her, but on the other hand. Natz sighed nad pushed Orange off her, collapsing on a large arm chair. Jordie sat intently next to Orange, saying something to natz that she couldn't exactly understand. Orange stood there, as if sniffing the air for a minute, and then looked at Natz. "Natz, what on earth were you drinking?" Natz rubbed her eyes and Jordie gave Orange a look like she was the most idiotic person in the world. (Which, at that moment, she may have been.) Natz took her hands off of her face and looked from Jordie to Orange and spoke strangely, slightly slurred. "I need..to go to bed.." she said, taking off her shoes and heading straight for Jordie's room. She collapsed on the bed and Orange and Jordie followed her. Natz was about to fall asleep, but the thought occurred to her that she should let Orange know what had happened...how wonderful it had been, how amazing. The best night ever. "I had...the best....night....ever." Natz mumbled and then fell asleep, coverless. Jordie put a blanket on her before leading Orange out of the room, saying something along the lines of "..just sleep on living room floor, its her birthday and all." Orange did not argue. She knew what happened. It had happened before. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" JellyBeing screamed, sweating now. This scream was louder than the others. Jelly was on the ground now, sweating. "AHHHHHH! YOU GOD DAMNED BABY, WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!" she said, her face contorted with pain. Practically everyone else at camp had run over by now. Orange and the others had left a bout 2 hours ago, during which time one fact had become apparent to the survivors: JellyBeingwas in labor. "AHHHHHUGGHGHHH" Jelly yelled, her hands balled into fists. Most of the survivors were several feet away, but Kingdom Glory and Spitfire were right by her side. Ryuuga turned away. "Jelly, I'm a paramedic in training, I can handle this.." Jelly nodded. "I think...you're dialated..." he trailed off. "Woman, take off your pants." Spitfire said. JellyBeing only nodded but was unable to reach without more pain. "You...have to..." She trailed off as well. Spitfire reached forward and took off JellyBeing's pants. "AHHHHHGHH!! SON OF A *****!" She screamed. "You could be in labor for hours, Jelly. I don't.." Kingdom Glory was speaking with some authority. "Get Orange." Jelly said urgently and suddenly, as though she just remembered. "What?" said Kingdom Glory Jelly looked toward Ryuuga. "YOU!" She yelled to him. "GET HER! NOW!" Ryuuga looked scared for a minute and then began to run in the direction that Rosey and the others had hiked. "AHHHHHHHHH!" YOU GOD DAMNED SON OF A ***** BABY OH MY GOD!" ------------------------------------------------------------------- Knock, knock "Natz, what do you want now?" Orange said, lazily. She was trying to finish her biology homework. "..Can I come in?" Natz asked. She seemed distressed. Orange sighed and put her homework to the side, laying her pencil on top of her notebook. "Yeah." She sighed, acting annoyed. Natz walked in and sat down on a chair. Orange could see she was crying. "Natz, what..?" JellyBeing was wearing a purple robe and orange fuzzy slippers. She was looking down now, her face mostly covered by her hair "Oh my god." Orange said. "The most advanced thing I'll ever pee on." Natz murmured. Orange was astonished that she could still make jokes in this situation. She already had an idea of what it might be. "Orange." Natz said, almost whispering, her tears succeeding now. "I'm pregnant."[/COLOR]
I decided to stick to GX's original character list and stuff just because it was his idea first. But that doesn't mean you won't be in. I get to decide who the others are :] In time, my good fellow. Oh and thanks.
You're an amazing writter! Nicely written, i wanted to read more. Sadly, it ended. PUT UP THE NEXT CHAPTER SOON!! RAWR!
@ Kitty: Thanks so much. I'll post more as soon as I write more. I have to talk to GX before continuing because I don't know if he wants me to include anything specific for the next chapter. I'm still honoring his little wishes on things like that because it was his idea. @ Madi: LOL CONTINUE B& NOTE PLOXXX?
lolololol Why must you always bring up the fact that my eggo is preggo, GAWD. XD << >> My little fetus face will eat you all in your sleep. o: Anyways, KEEP GOING, WANT MOAR! >8D I see you added that ever important line from our phone conversation. lulz
Posted chapter 2 now guys. :] I didn't proofread it or anything, so there may be a few errors, and I have some slight revisions to make, but still enjoy. I know it was supposed to be about the other half of survivors, but I didn't do that because it didn't feel right. Felt like it'd be like, the same as chapter 1, only with different people. So meh, you guys'll get your part soon. I originally planned to make natz not go into labor until around chapter 10, but when I started to plan for her character, I thought it'd be nice to have it come suddenly. She's a character who everything happens to way too fast.
YOU! STFU. Condoms are sooo out of style these days. XD; lawl ~~~ HOLY VIRGIN MARY! Look out it's gonna pop out like a cannon ball! AHHH! Anyways, "Woman take off you pants!"... that was like the most lulzy line ever. Enough about this whore you ramble on about it chapter two... we want more~! ;D Good jod, btw.
