The Untamed - Day 2
Title: The Untamed
Genre: AU...drammaaa
Summary: It takes a desperate situation to fathom the true definition of betrayal.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to? Fine...Fake, fake, never happened, product of unemployment and boredom.
Uh oh, another angsty story of our boys rendered helpless by uncontrollable forces. Look out.
Links within.
Crash (Intro)
Day 1
The only language the boys speak fluently is the language of sailors. Read at your own discretion, lol.
Day Two
None of us slept. It got so cold after the sun went down. And we were able to start a small fire but it wasn't enough. We huddled close around it. Ville was the only one who got at least a few minutes of rest. His head dropped on Raab's shoulder and stayed there for an hour.
We didn't really talk either. What could we say? It would just be another round of ego and anger.
And the noises. There were sounds coming from the woods. We were sitting facing the trees, but when we lit the fire we were looking toward the lake. The noises spooked the shit out of us, and we weren't ready to deal with Bigfoot or some enormous rabies-infested bear. We were even scared of those inbred hillbilly types from the movies, ones who walk barefoot on rusty nails and carry a shotgun and a machete and skin you alive while puffing on a pipe. They give your bones to their dogs, which are essentially the wolves that live in the mountains. They sew your skin into a nice little suit and wear it while hunting another group of marooned fools.
"Bam!"
I think I jumped ten feet in the air.
"Take 'er easy," Ryan said, laughing a little.
"Fuck," I gasped and smiled nervously.
"I was trying to get your attention for five minutes, dude. You went all Novakain on me"
I ran my hand through my horribly messy hair and looked at him. He was sweating a little from the heat of the fire, and his skin was slightly pink. And he looked as tired as I was feeling at that moment.
Honestly, I was chickenshit.
He glanced at Ville. "Why can't I just fall asleep like that," he said, then played with one of his rings.
I looked at Ville. "Some fucking heshin mountain man'll rape me if I fall asleep," I told Ryan. I heard him give a short laugh in response.
Ville obviously didn't give two shits about wild animals and necrophiliac inbreeds sneaking up on him, so why should I? I was totally over-exaggerating everything. A bit of April shining through, I thought, and instantly I wanted to go home. I can't do this, I can't be here, I am going to die.
What the fuck ARE we gonna do?
I watched the firelight play on Ville's sleeping face for a few moments before folding my arms tight against my chest for warmth. Somewhere real close an owl went off, nearly scaring the piss out of me all over again.
This sucks.
"You okay, Bam?"
"Huh," I turned to Ryan, because I couldn't hear him over the damn owl.
"You okay," he repeated, not looking at me. He was scratching his bare arm and staring into the dark expanse of trees.
"I'm good."
"Goddamn mosquitoes!" he shouted suddenly, causing Raab and Novak to turn their heads. Ville woke up. "I swear I've got seventeen bites on my pinky finger alone. And we're sitting two feet from a fire!"
"I've got one on my left ass-cheek," Novak put in. "I think I've got five or six in my ass-hole, dude."
"Shut up, man," I said. But it was funny.
When Ville spoke up, his words were slurred. "What're you talking bout?"
"Back to sleep sweetheart," Novak said.
"Back what?"
"Fluff up your pillow first," Novak added, and Raab flipped him off.
"What can I say, bitches love me," Raab said as Ville chuckled. "I'm all soft and shit."
"Yeah, you're soft all right," Ryan said.
"Then what're you Ryan, you pussy-lickin' faggot," Novak said.
"Hey Novak," Ryan began, "I bet there's a doe in heat somewhere in the perimeter. Something of your caliber."
"Knock the shit," I interrupted. "Drop it Ryan. Don't be an asshole."
"Why am I the designated asshole? That's - "
" 'Cause you are," I said, matter-of-factly, "you're being an asshole. We're ALL pissy and tired as hell and none of us want to be here, but we are, and we can't fall out. We just can't. We fall out, and there is less chance that we will ever get home. Got me?"
I knew I reached them in some way because they looked as if Ape just tore into them.
"You're the boss, Bam," Novak said. "I got you."
"Ryan?"
"Yeah." He basically just waved me off. I let it go though.
Ville glanced sideways at me and nodded.
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"Should we all go together, or..."
I shielded my eyes from the sun's nuclear radiation and looked at Raab. "Well...who - one of us should keep an eye out up here - who's gonna - "
Ville raised his hand. "I don't think I'm up for the exercise yet."
"Oh, that's right. Is it hurting you bad?"
"When I sit, mostly, but I know for a fact that I can’t swim with it."
"Okay. You'll be okay up here, then?"
He nodded.
"I'll stay, for an extra set of eyes," Ryan offered.
All of us minus Ville and a PMSing Ryan Dunn waded into the water in just our jeans.
"Can I get naked, Boss?"
"Whatever the hell you want, Novakain." He cheered and promptly shed all his clothes. Raab came up beside me and said to Novak, "You asshole...
"Can't put a price on this ass, ha ha..."
We were in up to our waists, and the part of the plane we needed to get to was an estimated fifty more feet away.
"So where we goin ' Bam?" Nudie Novak asked.
"Um..." (damn sun!) "Alright, see that huge ass dent there, right where I'm pointing?" They were trying to see it from here, but there was a horrible glare both on the water and on the plane's siding. "Right above where that seaweed and shit is floating by."
"I see it," Raab said.
Novak nodded. "Got it."
We could no longer reach the lake bottom. "Let's get us some grub, I'm so fucking hungry," Raab said.
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We returned from the refreshing swim with two cans of Pepsi, a 12-pack of Busch, a few candy bars shoved deep in the pockets of my jeans, and two bags of nacho chips. But no salsa. Nudie was lugging the 12-pack to shore, where Ryan seemed all too happy to relieve him of the burden. He started right in on a can and went to sit in the shade. I shook out my hair as I emptied my pockets. Raab grabbed one from me right away. I took two and dropped the rest onto a rock. I looked around - didn't see Ville.
"Where'd Ville go?" I asked Ryan.
He belched. "To 'forage'."
"But where?"
"I don't fuckin' know! I can't remember what he said. I'm not his babysitter Bam."
"You offered to stay up here and watch things. So what were you doing the whole time?"
I could see that he was slowly getting agitated. What gave him the right? "Watching things."
"You're a dick." I walked away before I could punch him in the mouth.
The woods weren't so scary now...they looked very friendly and welcoming in fact. I was lucky I saw Ville right away because I would have let my curiosity get the best of me. I would have wandered.
"What'd you find?" I asked as he approached.
He paused in front of me, leaning against a tree trunk. He had a leaf in his hair.
"You have a leaf in your hair."
"Oh. Thanks. Well, I wasn't looking for anything, was just...call of nature. Ryan wasn't being very hospitable."
I handed him one of the candy bars. "He bitches more than all of us put together. What do you expect," I chuckled.
"Oh, my favorite," he said, unwrapping the bar, "thank you."
"I hate peanuts."
"Do you?"
"I do. They suck."
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Cuss, cuss, cuss. My muse must be in an angry mood today.
Next chapter will be different, from Ville's POV, and in the past. I hope it is gonna flow okay. But it won't get posted till this weekend...maybe
love you guys...I'm very happy that this is being received so well :P
Genre: AU...drammaaa
Summary: It takes a desperate situation to fathom the true definition of betrayal.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to? Fine...Fake, fake, never happened, product of unemployment and boredom.
Uh oh, another angsty story of our boys rendered helpless by uncontrollable forces. Look out.
Links within.
Crash (Intro)
Day 1
The only language the boys speak fluently is the language of sailors. Read at your own discretion, lol.
Day Two
None of us slept. It got so cold after the sun went down. And we were able to start a small fire but it wasn't enough. We huddled close around it. Ville was the only one who got at least a few minutes of rest. His head dropped on Raab's shoulder and stayed there for an hour.
We didn't really talk either. What could we say? It would just be another round of ego and anger.
And the noises. There were sounds coming from the woods. We were sitting facing the trees, but when we lit the fire we were looking toward the lake. The noises spooked the shit out of us, and we weren't ready to deal with Bigfoot or some enormous rabies-infested bear. We were even scared of those inbred hillbilly types from the movies, ones who walk barefoot on rusty nails and carry a shotgun and a machete and skin you alive while puffing on a pipe. They give your bones to their dogs, which are essentially the wolves that live in the mountains. They sew your skin into a nice little suit and wear it while hunting another group of marooned fools.
"Bam!"
I think I jumped ten feet in the air.
"Take 'er easy," Ryan said, laughing a little.
"Fuck," I gasped and smiled nervously.
"I was trying to get your attention for five minutes, dude. You went all Novakain on me"
I ran my hand through my horribly messy hair and looked at him. He was sweating a little from the heat of the fire, and his skin was slightly pink. And he looked as tired as I was feeling at that moment.
Honestly, I was chickenshit.
He glanced at Ville. "Why can't I just fall asleep like that," he said, then played with one of his rings.
I looked at Ville. "Some fucking heshin mountain man'll rape me if I fall asleep," I told Ryan. I heard him give a short laugh in response.
Ville obviously didn't give two shits about wild animals and necrophiliac inbreeds sneaking up on him, so why should I? I was totally over-exaggerating everything. A bit of April shining through, I thought, and instantly I wanted to go home. I can't do this, I can't be here, I am going to die.
What the fuck ARE we gonna do?
I watched the firelight play on Ville's sleeping face for a few moments before folding my arms tight against my chest for warmth. Somewhere real close an owl went off, nearly scaring the piss out of me all over again.
This sucks.
"You okay, Bam?"
"Huh," I turned to Ryan, because I couldn't hear him over the damn owl.
"You okay," he repeated, not looking at me. He was scratching his bare arm and staring into the dark expanse of trees.
"I'm good."
"Goddamn mosquitoes!" he shouted suddenly, causing Raab and Novak to turn their heads. Ville woke up. "I swear I've got seventeen bites on my pinky finger alone. And we're sitting two feet from a fire!"
"I've got one on my left ass-cheek," Novak put in. "I think I've got five or six in my ass-hole, dude."
"Shut up, man," I said. But it was funny.
When Ville spoke up, his words were slurred. "What're you talking bout?"
"Back to sleep sweetheart," Novak said.
"Back what?"
"Fluff up your pillow first," Novak added, and Raab flipped him off.
"What can I say, bitches love me," Raab said as Ville chuckled. "I'm all soft and shit."
"Yeah, you're soft all right," Ryan said.
"Then what're you Ryan, you pussy-lickin' faggot," Novak said.
"Hey Novak," Ryan began, "I bet there's a doe in heat somewhere in the perimeter. Something of your caliber."
"Knock the shit," I interrupted. "Drop it Ryan. Don't be an asshole."
"Why am I the designated asshole? That's - "
" 'Cause you are," I said, matter-of-factly, "you're being an asshole. We're ALL pissy and tired as hell and none of us want to be here, but we are, and we can't fall out. We just can't. We fall out, and there is less chance that we will ever get home. Got me?"
I knew I reached them in some way because they looked as if Ape just tore into them.
"You're the boss, Bam," Novak said. "I got you."
"Ryan?"
"Yeah." He basically just waved me off. I let it go though.
Ville glanced sideways at me and nodded.
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"Should we all go together, or..."
I shielded my eyes from the sun's nuclear radiation and looked at Raab. "Well...who - one of us should keep an eye out up here - who's gonna - "
Ville raised his hand. "I don't think I'm up for the exercise yet."
"Oh, that's right. Is it hurting you bad?"
"When I sit, mostly, but I know for a fact that I can’t swim with it."
"Okay. You'll be okay up here, then?"
He nodded.
"I'll stay, for an extra set of eyes," Ryan offered.
All of us minus Ville and a PMSing Ryan Dunn waded into the water in just our jeans.
"Can I get naked, Boss?"
"Whatever the hell you want, Novakain." He cheered and promptly shed all his clothes. Raab came up beside me and said to Novak, "You asshole...
"Can't put a price on this ass, ha ha..."
We were in up to our waists, and the part of the plane we needed to get to was an estimated fifty more feet away.
"So where we goin ' Bam?" Nudie Novak asked.
"Um..." (damn sun!) "Alright, see that huge ass dent there, right where I'm pointing?" They were trying to see it from here, but there was a horrible glare both on the water and on the plane's siding. "Right above where that seaweed and shit is floating by."
"I see it," Raab said.
Novak nodded. "Got it."
We could no longer reach the lake bottom. "Let's get us some grub, I'm so fucking hungry," Raab said.
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We returned from the refreshing swim with two cans of Pepsi, a 12-pack of Busch, a few candy bars shoved deep in the pockets of my jeans, and two bags of nacho chips. But no salsa. Nudie was lugging the 12-pack to shore, where Ryan seemed all too happy to relieve him of the burden. He started right in on a can and went to sit in the shade. I shook out my hair as I emptied my pockets. Raab grabbed one from me right away. I took two and dropped the rest onto a rock. I looked around - didn't see Ville.
"Where'd Ville go?" I asked Ryan.
He belched. "To 'forage'."
"But where?"
"I don't fuckin' know! I can't remember what he said. I'm not his babysitter Bam."
"You offered to stay up here and watch things. So what were you doing the whole time?"
I could see that he was slowly getting agitated. What gave him the right? "Watching things."
"You're a dick." I walked away before I could punch him in the mouth.
The woods weren't so scary now...they looked very friendly and welcoming in fact. I was lucky I saw Ville right away because I would have let my curiosity get the best of me. I would have wandered.
"What'd you find?" I asked as he approached.
He paused in front of me, leaning against a tree trunk. He had a leaf in his hair.
"You have a leaf in your hair."
"Oh. Thanks. Well, I wasn't looking for anything, was just...call of nature. Ryan wasn't being very hospitable."
I handed him one of the candy bars. "He bitches more than all of us put together. What do you expect," I chuckled.
"Oh, my favorite," he said, unwrapping the bar, "thank you."
"I hate peanuts."
"Do you?"
"I do. They suck."
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Cuss, cuss, cuss. My muse must be in an angry mood today.
Next chapter will be different, from Ville's POV, and in the past. I hope it is gonna flow okay. But it won't get posted till this weekend...maybe
love you guys...I'm very happy that this is being received so well :P