Fanon:Survival Island/Chapter 21: Difference between revisions

|image = [[File:Logo_Idea_2.png|200px]]

|name = Weapons

|writer = [[User:Hurshbr|H]]

|previous = [[Fanon:Survival Island/Chapter 20|Death]]

 

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Max was completely and utterly satisfied. All the supplies from both slaughtered camps were his own, the people back home knew he wasn't one to mess with, and Bart and his precious little Serena were both out of the picture and onto the spit. One didn't refuse meat in the arena. That other girl had probably seen enough of his power to stay away forever. Bart had mentioned her briefly as Patty. She seemed a bit old for the arena, but whatever. She was no threat.</p>

 

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Max stared up at the stars, wondering how an attraction happened so fast. Was it normal, or was it Patty, or was it him? He'd never had a girlfriend before. He knew almost nothing about it, but he felt drawn to his new ally. He imagined she liked him too. Who wouldn't, after seeing what he could do, how deadly he was? He'd have to kill her eventually, but that could wait. He scooted closer to Patty, slowly. Suddenly, she sat up and pressed her lips to his. Max reacted as Patty hoped, as enthusiastic as she pretended to be. She knew that, if she could pull off the kill itself, she would have victory over him. Love was a dangerous weapon in the right hands.</p>