Black Numos Island - Maggie Morris, Alaina Fulkerson (best novels of all time .TXT) 📗

to know. He knew he was lost. Now he would have to decide a way to go.

“Well, right could be right,” he said, a little nervous. Steve began to trudge to his right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finding the Hideout

 

Sam, Emily, and Luke gaped at the cave. It was a huge room with running water, cool air, and battery-powered lightbulbs. It was basically paradise for three kids stranded in a sweltering hot jungle. The best thing about the cave was that it was completed with bamboo furniture and red paint.

“It’s like she knew that we needed a shelter,” exclaimed Sam.

“Who’s ‘she’?” Luke asked.

“You’ve already forgotten Natasha? How would you feel if she forgot you?”

“Sam, she’s a snake,” Luke said. “But, yeah I did forget about her.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Emily warned.

“Relax, Em.” Sam soothed calmly. He walked through the side of the mountain. Luke and Emily watched nervously as he looked through every drawer and every cabinet in the room.

“Nothing looks suspicious, and the only thing dangerous is this drawer full of kitchen knifes.” Both Emily and Luke let out a sigh of relief.

Emily laughed shakily, “I was scared this place was booby-trapped!”

“Em’, you watch way too many spy movies,” Sam scolded. He walked over to the sink. Sitting on the counter was a jar with a few berries in it.

“Oh, looks like we’re fresh out of berries. Guess we’ll have to go get some,” Sam grinned.

“Emily, maybe you should stay here. You aren’t in a very good condition to be walking around in a jungle,” Luke advised.

“Well, okay! Whatever you say, Doc!” Emily said, her voice thick with sarcasm. It was obvious she wasn’t very happy about getting left behind.

With that, Luke and Sam disappeared into the jungle

 

The next couple of days went by fast for Emily, who was asleep most of the time. Natasha had grown very loyal to the kids, and Luke didn’t think of her as “just a snake” anymore. Every day, they had to collect food. Emily had begun to enjoy staying in the cave, and even though she was in good enough condition to help pick berries, she didn’t. While Sam and Luke were picked berries, Natasha would stay with Emily.

One morning, Emily woke up to hear her brothers talking in hushed voices. Emily couldn’t make out what they were saying. She rubbed her eyes and walked over.

"Hey, what'd I miss?" Emily asked.

Luke replied, "Nothing much, just we realized we haven't seen Natasha all morning."

Right on cue, Natasha slithered into the cave. She wrapped her tail around Sam’s leg to get his attention then she slowly started moving towards the dresser. All three kids followed the snake. Natasha slithered behind it, and pulled out a small, square object. Sam reached for it. The object was a cracked picture frame.

"Hey, isn’t this-” Sam was interrupted.

“Marc Slythe, I believe is what you were going to say,” a deep booming voice sounded. Emily jumped and Sam pulled open the knife drawer grabbed the sharpest weapon in it.

Sam spun around when Luke gasped. His jaw dropped when he saw Marc Slythe himself standing at the entrance of the cave.

"Hi," Marc grinned. "Wait a sec, you guys looked like those people who I murdered a few days ago. What were their names? Marie and Charles? Macy and Carlos? Oh, yes! Mara and Chris."

Emily's face went pale.

"Murdered?" She whispered.

"Yes. So those guys are-were-your parents? I stabbed your Mom, then, and slit your dad's throat. Then I used their blood to apply a fresh coat of paint to my walls. Soon you will join them."

Sam didn't know if he should start screaming or if he should start crying. Suddenly, he heard a choking sound. He immediately eyed Luke and Emily, afraid the murderer had already began the process of killing them. When he saw they didn't appear to be dying, Sam looked at Marc Slythe and realized that he was the one choking. Natasha had slithered around his neck and was squeezing tightly.

“H-h-help me!” he gasped. But, the criminal slipped into unconsciousness and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Luke let out a gasp of surprise.

“That’s the guy we stole a knife from! We stole a knife from the most notorious criminal in America!” But Emily and Sam weren’t listening. They just wanted to get away from the island and be alone and safe. Emily and Sam ran as fast as they could, with no destination in their mind but wanting to get as far away as possible from the cavern. Sam, however, stopped to leave a note using the parchment paper in a shelf. Then he, too, took off running.

 

 

Invasion

 

Steve was tired of walking, and it seemed as if he was going nowhere. He decided to get some rest. He gathered some leaves and scooped them into a small lump to cushion his head. Steve tried to sleep, but he couldn’t. Even as a grown man, he was always afraid. Of snakes.

What if that snake is smart? What if it followed me out here and is going to strangle me in my sleep? worried Steve. That would be the end of murdering people!

A sudden noise caused Steve to sit up abruptly. He looked around frantically, the word “snake” blinking in his mind. Slowly, he turned around. A small ocelot was walking out of the bushes less than ten yards in front of him. That was when Steve let out the most blood-curdling scream he could manage. He had just added ocelots to his short list of fears. Surprisingly, the wild cat cowered its head and slunk off into the bushes. Still scared, the criminal took off running in the opposite direction.

After a minute, Steve was gasping hard, so he stopped and grabbed a palm tree to steady himself. It was then that he began to understand where he was.

“Hey! That’s where I hid from the cops! Right there in those bushes! And this is the tree I climbed and saw my cavern from! So that must mean……” He spun around. “My cavern is this way!” Steve whistled a happy little tune and walked the last five minutes to his cavern.

 

Huffing and puffing, Steve sat down against his cavern. He took a deep breath. Instead of walking, Steve had chosen to run to his cavern. Now, he regretted that decision. It would have taken a bit more time but he wouldn’t be as out of breath then as he was now. As he regained his breath, he heard voices. He couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but this is what he did hear:

".....knives.....isn't this?" Steve was in the main entrance now, and saw that there were kids holding a picture of him.

"Marc Slythe," Steve cut them off. There were two boys and one girl. One of the boys reached into his knife drawer and began to say something, but Steve ignored him. He started conversing with them, and realized that he had killed their parents recently.

What a coincidence! Steve thought to himself.

He was telling them about their parents deaths and threatening them, when he suddenly became very out of breath-more so than usual-and very red in the face. He reached up to his throat to find a rather abnormal texture… a snake! Steve started panicking and clawing at the snake but it was no use.

The kids were staring at him, probably thinking he was pretty pathetic. But, what would they do if they were being strangled by a snake? Steve wanted to scream at them, but he tried and ended up choking even worse. He was just about pull out a spare knife he kept in his pocket to throw at one of the kids, but the snake squeezed him tightly, cutting off the rest of his air supply. And everything went black.

 

 

 

 

 

Options

 

The note Sam had written using Marc Slythe's expensive-looking parchment he found in a drawer said that they were sorry. Of course, that weren't that sorry.

Anyways, it seemed to be that Natasha had strangled Marc Slythe to death. Sam would do anything to get back at Marc for killing his parents, but he didn’t want to stoop to Slythe’s level. If Sam killed Marc Slythe, (technically it was Natasha) then he was a murderer himself. But apologizing didn’t make it seem so harsh.

When Sam caught up to his siblings, they walked swiftly through the jungle, wanting to get off the wretched island. Emily had tears on her face, and Luke and Sam were crying silently as well.

While they were walking, Emily stumbled upon a sharp rock that twisted her ankle. She nodded to the boys to keep on going without her. Luke and Sam were astonished that she was willing to stay behind, alone, and risk possible death. Reluctantly, they agreed to leave her behind on one condition-she would not move from the exact spot she was sitting in right then, and that Natasha stayed behind with her. Emily promised she would keep Natasha with her and wouldn’t move.

Once they were left Emily, Luke started going through their choices.

"Our best hope is that someone will send out a rescue team or that a plane will fly above us and we can get their attention so they rescue us," Luke meekly said.

"I don't think that even if a plane was looking for us they would be able to see three kids in the middle of a thick, humid jungle, Luke,” Sam declined.

“Well, then, maybe we can find the old plane and try to fix it!” Luke said

Sam disagreed with this, too.

"Yeah, but if we found the plane, how would we fix it? With coconut milk, vines, and spit?” Luke just shrugged his shoulders and kept on walking ahead.

Sam followed him and they walked for what seemed hours.

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