Marcello had the same nightmare that night. This time when he woke up at the middle of the night, he couldn't get the scenes out of his mind as it's vividness made it seem almost real. He woke up shivering. The sounds outside his hut made him tremble. He sat up,rubbing his temples,trying to get it out of his mind.
The dream had been 10 times more terrifying with a woman in a black gown laughing and saying, "It was supposed to happen Marcello " as the weird animal ripped his limbs apart. The way the lady said his name was bone chilling. She had a defined jaw line and high cheekbones, her eyes slanted and cruel. Her silverish hair blew all over her pale face. Her lips were just a thin line, like a small cut in her face. When she parted her lips, shiny rows of teeth glistened in dark. A ribbon of the color violet was tied around her thin long neck,sparkling with silver stones. She was unnaturally slender, her long fingers which aroused fear. She herself was like a silver aura amidst the blackness odd the night.
Her next words were what made him wake up, horrified. "You must get your hands bloody at one point; We all did. "
Suddenly a loud noise came from outside the hut. Instead of venturing outside like a brave ol' knight, he brought his legs closer to his shaking body and prayed silently for the night to end quickly.
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The next he woke up, the sun had awaken a long time back. He freshened up and went outside only to mind a messed up coast. Trees lay uprooted,shrubs scattered and coconut shells spread. His doubts are comforted as he realizes that the sounds from the night before was of the storm taking place. The sand a little far from his hut was wet, signalling that the sea was ferocious. He picks up the scattered bamboos and sets on making each of their edges sharp. After it is satisfactorily sharp, he plants them on the same firmly around his hut for a fence like protective boundary. By the time he finishes, it's almost afternoon.
He sets out with his new made weapon towards the forest which lays undiscovered. The forest is just a bunch of uninteresting trees and plants and small animals to Marcello. He walks on bored, hating his life on this island. At one point, Marcello loses his cool and his temper takes control. He kicks a rock away from him and starts muttering incoherently under his breath.
Finally, looking up at the sky, he screams, "You know what? You are right! I was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong! Who was I kidding? Surviving this island and then going back to Lorient to show how brave and determined I am! Bunch of bs. That doesn't happen,not in real life,nor to me. The only thing of mine leaving this island is my dead body. I did what I had to back in Lorient. I fought for my passion. For justice. I was thinking that atleast you get me,but you don't so I am all on my own here. But you are back in the sky taking fun out of my misery. How does it feel huh? To hell with you and this entire Island and everyone." His fists were balled and nose was fuming. "I am done okay? I am done with all these. Who am i even talking to? A bloody blank sky!!!"
Marcello started storming out of the forest, ripping leaves, tearing flowers, kicking anything that's in his way.
When he reached the coast he flinched, looking at his scratched hand. To his utter astonishment, on his palm was something sticky of the colour red. It wasn't smelling like blood. He touched it only to realize that it was a berry of some kind, squashed to bits. He was about to rub his hands on his dirty T-shirt bit abruptly stopped on his tracks as his brain clicked.
He rushed inside the hut,squashing the rest of the solid particles on his palm. Then he added a little water to it, making it liquid. He then dipped the unused bristles of the MESWAK in it. The stains and colour stayed as he turned to a new page on the canvas and applied a firm stroke. The colour pink was produced as it instantly dried up.
He was overjoyed and disappointed at the same time. He had expected a bright red so that he could make them into lighter shades but alas the color itself was lighter, making it impossible to turn darker.
Nevertheless a new hope returned in his hollow eyes and he skipped outside full of life and spirit. At a distance, he could make out a hazy figure. As his eyes slowly focused, he realized that what his eyes Laos upon was none other than a deadly beast. The huge wolds boar which can rip humans alive walked closer, approaching him. His nightmare nagged him at the back of his mind. The boar sniffed around itself and with a loud grunt, it charged straight at him. Marcello panicked, grabbing the nearest thing he had, which happened to be the harpoon rating against the hut door. With every ounce of strength in his body, he threw the harpoon at the charging beast, aiming at its chest and belly area.
Time seemed to slow down. As the boar slowly took a leap towards Marcello,the harpoon went rapidly and pierced it straight through its belly, making it fall hard on the sand at Marcello's feet. The boar was still moving, squirming in pain,it's ferocious eyes now filled with pain and fear. Marcello felt heartbroken as he had never intended or hurt any animal in his entire life. But this time he knew what he had to do; he pushed the harpoon deeper inside its wound; twisting it. The boar howled and groaned in the extreame pain and it eventually it died. All this time, Marcello had shut his eyes, his blood running cold,sweat dripping and trembling all over. When he opened his eyes, vomit came to his throat, his stomach squeezing. The beast on the ground had its eyes open in pure horror, mouth open, calling out for help. It's lifeless body lay surrounded by a pool of blood.
Marcello bent down on the ground, closing its eyes with his fingers and whispering a heartfelt apology.

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