A SURPRISE ENCOUNTER

[rach]

DAY TWO - EARLY MORNING - MOST CASTAWAYS SLEEPING

Erika yawned slightly as her eyes fluttered open, squinting in the bright morning light. Pushing herself up off the sand to sit up, she couldn’t believe the sight she had woken up to. She was still here. On this tiny little island. With no chance of ever getting home. Well, this was just great. She had been having a perfectly wonderful dream, that was something along the lines of her meeting Jay, but it was back in Boston, and they were both graduated, making him a real doctor of course, and her a full fledged nurse, and they were the hottest tag team the Boston General Hospital had ever seen. And, her parents were there too, cheering her on as the two of them helped the most needy patients in the hospital, and of course, as they got their massive pay checks. But, no, reality had to set in, of course, and ruin everything.

Blinking in the bright morning light, Erika got herself up and attempted to brush all the sand she could off herself. She still couldn’t quite believe the events of last night, or really, the whole of yesterday. Staring down the beach, she saw only a few of those sleeping were awake yet. It must still be early here, she reasoned, though she had no way to back that up, since her stupid phone didn’t get any service here, so she had no idea what timezone they were in. Instead of joining the the two survivors who were already awake at the fire pit halfway down the beach, she decided maybe she’d take a little stroll, and get to know part of the island. Okay, after last night’s events, she wasn’t sure that was such a good idea, but then again, it was broad daylight now, and that jungle that she had been so terrified of last night actually looked quite friendly today. Besides, she was actually pretty hungry. She couldn’t help but notice her stomach growling as she began to walk towards the forest of bamboo. Maybe she could find something edible in there for everyone to share? Okay, she might have been hoping a bit too much, but she wanted to feel useful here. She wasn’t just going to sit around, after all.

It was easy for Erika to find the opening in the forest they had used last night. There were marks of their presence everywhere between the bamboo stalks. Before she could go any deeper into the now quite sunny woods, she stopped for a second. She could swear she heard something moving. Her eyes grew wider and her heart jumped a beat as she rounded the next cluster of bamboo, ready to scream in terror at whatever the creature might be.

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[Dorian St. Pierre]

Dorian awoke to the sound of waves crashing over the jagged rocks just offshore, which, under any other set of circumstances, would have been a lovely way to wake up. But these foreign sounds, the rise and fall of the waves, the chatter of seagulls, the wind against the bamboo trees, were an unwelcome reminder of the reality of their situation. Brushing the sand off of his clothes, Dorian stood up, yawning. He shut his eyes and cracked his back, which was sore from sleeping on the sand. He hated sand on principle and now that he had to sleep in it, he despised it even more. In Dorian’ opinion, sand was horribly coarse and it got everywhere. It burnt his feet on a warm summer afternoon and always managed to find its way onto every scrap of food Juliann would bring along in her picnic basket…

Dorian St. Pierre lay in the shade cast by a large rock on that familiar beach just outside of Bournemouth, England, his head in Juliann Scott’s lap. She was running her hands gingerly through his unkempt brown hair, humming and smiling. The sun had just begin to set, painting the entirely of the sky crimson red. “I want to live somewhere like this.” She said, looking down into Dorian’s eyes. “I’ve always loved the ocean.” Dorian chuckled, starring back up into her beautiful blue eyes. She smirked and said, “And what are you on about, Dorry?” Sitting up, Dorian looked out at the ocean, admiring the sunset. “I love the ocean, Juliann. It’s the damn sand I can’t stand.” Juliann smiled and held his hand, looking out at the sunset too. “Don’t be silly… you’ll learn to love it, darling.”

Dorian opened his eyes, digging his bare feet into the sand a little. “I guess I’ll learn to love it.” He said, to nobody in particular. He smirked; Juliann would get such a kick out of him being forced to sleep in the sand. “Looks like you’re catching up…” He whispered, bending over and putting on his shoes, which were still covered in mud from last night’s horrific trip into the jungle. Then he looked down at his shirt and found that it was covered in blood—that had probably happened when he collided with the injured girl last night. He walked down the beach and paused as the tips of his toes were covered by the end of a wave. Wading into the ocean, Dorian took off his shirt and rinsed it out in the warm salty water. He watching the blood run red in the magnificent blue water, making a funny crimson cloud. He took the shirt out of the water and rang out as much moisture as he could. He reached into his pocket, hoping to retrieve his lighter, which, for some strange reason, he thought would help him dry his shirt more quickly. In reality, the flame would probably just cause the poor battered garment to catch on fire, but Dorian wasn’t exactly thinking clearly—he still had a throbbing headache from yesterday.

Realizing that he had dropped his lighter in the jungle last night, Dorian forced the wet shirt on over his chest, which tightened a little, showing off more of his muscular frame than normal. It didn’t matter—he wasn’t really concerned about being proper out here. He wanted that damn lighter back, though. The ability to create fire, in many ways, represented civilization and Dorian wasn’t keen to give that up. He walked to the edge of the bamboo forest and the memories from last night came flooding back—the horrific roars, the bloodcurdling screams, those eerie whispers. Without really meaning too, he found his hand clutch the cross which hung loosely around his neck—Juliann’s cross. He took a deep breath and, one foot in front of the other, he walked in.

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[rach]

With a wide eyed look, Erika stood for a minute, contemplating what might be approaching her. She immediately assumed it was some sort of animal. Not like a cute little monkey, either. It sounded far too big for that. It was more like a giant, man, or well in this case, Erika, -eating monster that could swallow her whole in one bite. As her heart beat faster, she turned around, and rounded the previous cluster of bamboo she had passed, scared to face what might be coming towards her. Whatever it was, she was ready to run as fast as her legs could take her back to camp.

But, instead of a man-eating monster, what Erika discovered was something far different. Well, sort of. She almost laughed to herself as she realized just what it was. She saw a now familiar, tall frame of a man with tanned skin and black hair, clutching something around his neck, walking into the forest. It was Dorian. ”Dorian!” Erika called out to him with a sigh of relief. There would be no swallowing her whole today, thank you very much weird forest creatures. ”You almost scared the living daylights out of me.” She said with a laugh as she made her way towards him with a small grin playing upon her face. She knew the man didn’t really like her too much. To be honest, she wasn’t exactly his biggest fan either, but there was just something about him that completely intrigued her. Sure, he was a total party pooper. I mean seriously, the debby downer attitude was starting to drive her a little nuts, but she could tell there was more to him than met the eye. Speaking of eyes, his were very, very blue. Not like hers though, a kind of lighter blue, and his dark hair just made them stand out even more.

Okay, so maybe she thought he was attractive in more ways than one, but it didn’t matter, she already was like totally in love with Jay anyway. I mean, so what she only knew him like a day? He was perfect for her. He was the doctor in training to her nurse in training. Maybe once they got off this godforsaken island, they could finish school together, get married, and have the life she’d always dreamed of. Her parents would be so proud, she could almost see the look on their faces now. It would be like that time in high school, when she won that community service prize. She had worked so hard for that. Her dad had told her about it at the beginning of her Junior year, and he sounded so excited about it, almost like he wished he could compete for it. He told her it would complete her almost perfect resume, and she’d be a shoe in for Boston College. So, of course, she worked her butt off to get that prize. Of course, she had to sacrifice taking that painting class at the local college. Honestly, she had wanted that even more than that prize, but that wasn’t sensible. That’s not what she was supposed to do. It’s not what she was meant to do. It was just a silly hobby that wouldn’t take her anywhere, it wasn’t a career, so why spend any time on that? What was the point? Well, that’s what her parents had told her anyway when they got into a huge screaming battle in the kitchen the night before she had decided they were right. That night had really changed her life, she supposed, now that she looked back on it. It was all nursing school from there on out, and they had never been prouder of their baby girl. And she was happy. She was. She really was. Well, at least she supposed that was what it felt like.

”So, what are you doing all alone in the woods at this hour?” Erika questioned Dorian with the same playful grin on her face. ”Haven’t you heard there are dangerous animals at loose in here?” She fake whispered as she got closer to him, referencing the extraordinarily dangerous situation they had been in last night, even though she really knew it was no joking matter, she also knew it would push his buttons, and she couldn’t help but tease him a bit, it was just her nature.

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[Dorian St. Pierre]

He had been walking through the jungle about five minutes, still clutching the cross in his hand absentmindedly, when he heard something moving up ahead. He paused, his left hand in his pocket, ready to unsheathe his knife. After listening for a few seconds, he realized that this didn’t sound like the creature from last night—the noises Dorian heard now were the gentle crinkle of feet stepping over leaves, not at all similar to the thunderous crashes from last evening. He took a step forward, peered around a large bamboo tree, and saw Erika, the blond haired girl from last night who had followed Dorian into the jungle during last nights adventure—if you could call it that. ”Dorian!” She called out, clearly relieved that he was not some dangerous predator. “You almost scared the living daylights out of me.”

She laughed and shot him a playful little smile, taking a step forward. Dorian, however, turned away from her, looking out into the jungle. “Erika, what an unexpected pleasure” He said, sarcastically. The truth was, he was glad to see her—glad to see her beautiful blue eyes and her long, blond hair sparkle in the sunlight. He was glad to see her alive; after all, all both of them were lucky to have survived last nights ordeal. But he was still upset that she had followed him into the jungle. If she had gotten hurt, or killed, it would have been his fault. It would have been his fault…

“It’s not your fault, Dorian.” Mrs. Scott said, putting her hand on Dorian’s shoulder, looking up into his tear-filled eyes. A light rain was drizzling down overhead, spraying into the faces of the mourners. Dorian stood there, the white rose in his hand, starring down at her coffin. “Not my fault?” He whispered, tears running down his face. “Whose bloody fault is it?” He turned away from her, taking out a small white handkerchief. He dotted his eyes for a moment and then felt the woman’s grip tighten. “Dorian,” She began, in her tick Irish accent, “it is not your fault! Juliann knew what she was getting into. She knew what a life with you might—”. Dorian pulled away from her and dropped the rose into the plot of earth at his feet. “That’s just it.” He said, turning back to Mrs. Scott, “She knew a life with me might end like this. A life with me!”

"So, what are you doing all alone in the woods at this hour?” Erika asked, with that same playful grin on her face. “Haven’t you heard there are dangerous animals at loose in here?” Dorian turned to her, looking cross and serious. He took a few steps forward, sighed, and said, “I’m looking for my lighter. If you remember, I dropped it last night.”

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[rach]

“Erika, what an unexpected pleasure” Dorian said sarcastically to her as Erika rolled her eyes. “You could at least pretend to be glad to see me.” Erika replied with a laugh as she got closer to him in the forest of bamboo.


“I’m looking for my lighter. If you remember, I dropped it last night.” Dorian said, stepping towards her. “Oh yeah, I think so...” Erika responded, trailing off while she tried to picture when exactly that was last night. Everything on the island “Last night is practically a blur.” She continued, the same look of pensiveness still playing on her face. “Honestly, everything that’s happened since we landed in this place is starting to blur together.” Erika said, a hint of worry in her voice. Everything had just been so overwhelming. The whole idea of being stuck on this island was almost impossible for her to grasp. The had to make it off. She knew they would. But...what if they didn’t? No, she couldn’t think like that. Her brain couldn’t seem to handle the idea that she would have to be here...forever. It was too big a word. She had too many things to do back home.

A thought suddenly dawned on her. Everyone probably thought she was dead. Her parents right now were probably sobbing over the breakfast table, looking at baby pictures and wishing they hadn’t been so hard on her. Yes, she didn’t even have to be there to know what was going on in her household. But, at the same time, she wondered what everyone she knew was thinking at that moment. It might be a melancholy thought, but she wished she could be there to see. Maybe they were even holding her a funeral. Now that would be awful. She couldn’t bear to think of her parent’s faces during that sort of service. So, she quickly tried to suppress the thought and get back to the present on the island.

“I can help you look, if you like.” She suggested optimistically, fully preparing for a sarcastic response. She figured he probably just wanted to be alone at that moment, but that definitely wasn’t going to happen if she could help it. Whoever this guy was, he was going to have to get used to the idea of having her around if they really were stuck on this place forever.

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