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Ship wrecked	By : KarinVAM Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 3333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ville became vaguely aware of a rough, hard surface underneath his sore body. Salt fluid floated in and out of his open mouth, and his entire body was soaked with the lukewarm water surrounding him.

He tried to open his eyes, but kept them shut when he felt a burning, bright light shining right into them. Making his eyes water and his head hurt. He moaned slightly, shifting his body and realizing the ground underneath him moved along with him.

Sand. He was on sand.

Not knowing where he was, and not remembering how he got here, he opened his eyes again, letting them adjust to the light this time which turned out to be the sun, shining directly on his face with a burning heat.

Trying to push himself up by his elbows, he looked around him, seeing himself still partly laying in the ocean blue sea. The rest of him was on sand as white as snow, fine, but rough against his body.

A beach. He was on a beach.

He heard a whimper next to him and his head shot up, which caused him to curse from the pain shooting through it. He turned to the right where to his shock, another body was laying on the sand like he had been a second ago.

It was the body of a familiar looking boy, laying next to him, not unconscious but also not fully awake.

His face was half covered by his weary brown curls and his mouth was weakly sputtering out the salt seawater flowing in. He looked weak, and his face was covered with a few bruises and cuts. Ville knew he would look at least as bad as the guy next to him, and winced when he rolled himself closer to the other man.

“Heey, wake up.” He mumbled, his voice rough from the salt water, wind and exhaustion. He lifted his arm to poke the guy’s side, who winced, shifted and tried to roll away. Wincing and moaning again as he tried.

“Come on, wake up.”

One blue eye popped open, followed by a gasp. The guy was obviously waking
up and just as surprised and confused as Ville was.

“What…who…what?”

“Come on, open you eyes.” Ville groaned, feeling not so patient with the guy. Especially since he didn’t have any answers to give him.

“Where….oh god where….?”

“I don’t know buddy. Just get up.”

“Oh……The tornado. Where's the tornado?” He suddenly screamed, sitting up too quickly, and moaning as he grabbed his sore head. “Oh god, what the hell happened.”

The tornado. It was all coming back to Ville now. He remembered the tornado, the ship, and the rubber boat. All of a sudden everything was clear again. Everything expect for this beach they were now sitting on.

“It’s gone. We escaped. The boat.” He stuttered. In his mind he was able to explain everything to the man. He was screaming full perfect sentences in his head, telling everything he remembered. But the words couldn’t come out when he opened his mouth. Like they were not fully connected anymore.

“Boat? Yeah there was a boat. The Cruise ship.”

“No the rubber boat. The one we escaped in.”

The boy looked at him with confused, watery red eyes and Ville sighed. He remembered pulling the guy with him off the deck, and throwing him in the water. When he had jumped after him, he had found him floating around on the high waves, unconscious, and he had dragged him onto the boat before loosing his own conscious. That was all he recalled.

“There was a rubber boat, and I pulled you with me into the water. I pulled you into the boat.”

The blue eyes widened, and the boy seemed to remember something.

“The boat. You pushed me into the water, didn’t you? I remember
falling.”

“I did. I couldn’t leave you there.”

**

Bam knew this wasn’t the time to get upset. He should probably thank this man for saving his poor little life. Not throw a fist in his face for rescuing him, like he wanted to.

Not that this man could know about his problems. Not that he could know how he felt inside. That he wouldn’t have mind not being here anymore. Still, he couldn’t help disliking him for it.

Not that he could do either one of them anyway. He didn’t feel like pretending to be grateful, or punching him for that matter. He didn’t feel like doing anything, having such a sore body from everything he had been trough. Even though he didn’t even know what that had been.

“O-Oh. What happened after that? How did we escape the tornado? I-I-I don’t understand.”

He stuttered, lifting himself of the sand and sitting next to the beaten looking man. Looking into his shifty, green eyes.

“I don’t remember. I have no idea how we have escaped this. It seems impossible. There was a tornado, I don’t….It’s a miracle.”
He was right. It did seem impossible. Bam had no idea how they had made it. It was a miracle. An unfortunate miracle…..

Great.

“Maybe we…..maybe we’ve died. Maybe we didn’t make it. We died and this is heaven. Or hell. Or just the afterlife. Or maybe it all a bad dream.”

Bam slowly muttered, frowning and touching his face like he was checking he wasn’t a ghost. Staring ahead of him like he was spacing out. Ville’s face froze for a minute and frowned, watching Bam with a little concern.

“Don’t be an idiot. We didn’t die you fool. We're stranded. On an island so it seems. And this isn’t dream either, obviously. So stop saying fucked up things like that, ok? We don’t need that right now.”

Bam didn’t like the way this guy spoke to him, but blushed when he realized he was right. Of course. Even though he wished he wasn’t. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, knowing it would sound silly, and desperate.

Well…..he was still rude.

“I was only kidding.” Bam lied, clenching his teeth, making the guy raise an eyebrow sarcastically.

“Right, of course you were. A perfect time to make a joke.”

They guy was obviously not happy with the situation they were in, and Bam figured that was probably not too weird. He personally really didn’t give a fuck where they were. He didn’t want to be anywhere anyway. But this guy, he had probably stuff to live for. He probably wanted to go home. They stood up, wobbling a little on their feet and shooting each other angry glares. Great, stranded on an island he didn’t know with some asshole.
Fucking fantastic.

“Come on, lets find out where we are and who lives here.”

Bam followed the man with small steps, noticing there was no one to be seen on the entire beach. The forest behind them looked pretty deserted as well, expect for some weird looking exotic birds.

“You don’t think we're on some freaky deserted and unknown island do you?”

He tried to sound like he was making a joke again, but his voice came out higher then it usually was, making it clear he party believed and feared it was true, making the black-haired man sigh.

“Of course not! Those places don’t exist anymore. You watch too much TV. We just need to walk through the forest, I guess. Find people, and perhaps a city.”

He sounded pretty sure of himself, making Bam feel somewhat relieved. He didn’t care where he was, as long as they would find other people. Being stuck with this cranky stuck up arse wouldn’t do him much good. And he wanted to walk, oh yes. He wanted to go through that forest. If his feet had obeyed him, he would have gone right now, and not stopped before they reached their destination. But it looked pretty big, and he was feeling pretty damn tired.

And the guy, who looked like he was going to crash down as well, didn’t make a move to get on with it either, so they just stood there. Looking at the forest.

“We better go tomorrow, it’s probably late anyway.” He suggested, looking at the sun moving near the horizon.

“And then we could look for the boat. It would probably be smart to find it and take it with us.”

“Fine. Where do we sleep?”

Bam asked, glad the guy had made the decision for them.

“On the grass I guess. Or at least I will. I don’t care where you sleep.”

The tall man pointed to the grass growing beneath the three. His last commented was quickly made, making sure Bam knew he wasn’t planning on becoming friends soon. They both sat down on the grass against the tree, Bam ignoring the guys comment about only him sleeping there. Like hell he was sleeping on the sand.

There was a silence as they sat there, both fumbling with their ripped clothes and checking for bruises and cuts.

“What's your name anyway?” The guy suddenly asked him, making sure his tone made it clear he really didn’t care that much.

“Bam.”

“Bran?”

“No, Bam.”

“That’s not a name.”

“Ehm yeah. It’s my name.”

“Yeah it’s a nickname. Short for what?”

“Short for: Why the fuck should I tell you that?”

Great, more bickering.

“Fine. Like I care.”

“Great. Whatever.”

They both signed, leaning against a few trees, too exhausted to do anything else, but with too much pride to lay down.

“And what's your name then?” Bam asked angrily, feeling insulted.

“Valo. Ville Valo.”

Ville flinched when Bam snorted, and shot him a look.

“What?”

“No nothing…I mean….That's a totally normal and common name, …of course…sure.”

“It is. I’m Finnish you asshole”

“Finnish? What kind of weird religion is that?”

Ville signed dramatically as Bam spat out the words with a disgusted look on his bruised face.

“It means I’m from Finland you stupid fuck. That's a country in Europe. You know what Europe is, right?” He explained like he was talking to a three year old.

Bam felt his cheeks flush again, and hated how this man could make him feel stupid like this. He was an American. How the fuck was he suppose to know these things?

“Of course, I knew that. It was a joke.” He lied again. He used that line a lot today.

“It’s weird. You joke a lot, but you’re not funny.”

Oh That was it! This arrogant stupid asshole was the last thing Bam needed right now. Stuck on a island with nowhere to go. Wounds covering his entire body. Feeling like a train had hit him on full speed. Having no idea where he was and having a splitting headache to match his mood.

“Ok, fine, your highness. Then I won’t bother you anymore and I'll sleep on the other side of the beach.” Bam hissed, picking himself off the sand and carrying himself to another bunch of trees. The beach wasn’t very big, but at least he made a statement. The sun was already setting, and sleeping was the only thing they could do now the sky was turning black. The moon would be the only light they would have.

Bam nestled himself on the grass that grew on the feet of the tree, and curled up, eyeing Ville with one open eye to see if he was still there. Cursing the guy quietly under his breath for a couple of minutes. Feeling angry and frustrated like hell, thanks to the guy. And a little itchy.
He was still there, sitting against the tree, hugging his knees, and looking at Bam. He didn’t care much, he was just sleepy now. He would perhaps see him tomorrow, so they could find a way back. Or not, either way.

He closed his eyes and drifted off, not too disturbed by the animal howling coming from inside the woods. He wasn’t afraid of animals.

He was almost sleeping until a shaking finger poked him , waking him and making him jump.
“Max.” A voice whispered in the dark.

“Jesus Christ!” Bam screamed, staring directly into two green orbs that belonged to Ville’s head. Who was sitting uncomfortably close to him all of a sudden.

“Max, calm down, it’s me.”

“What? It’s Bam, for Christ sake. My name is Bam.”

“Fine whatever.…..”

“So what is it?”

“Can I sleep over here?”

Bam looked up into the frightened looking green eyes and frowned.

“Why?”

“Because……”He heard a deep sigh before Ville continued. “…..Well, can I?”

“You’re afraid of the dark aren’t you?”

It didn’t sound mean, and he wasn’t trying to be. Ville was really scared and Bam found himself pitting the guy a little. He found it more amusing, but covered it up pretty good by frowning again.

“Fine, whatever. Can I?” Ville was blushing. Even the dark couldn’t hide his discomfort and Bam couldn’t help but grinning now. Big, cranky tough guy being scared. It was somewhat. hilarious

“ Sure.”

“ Ok thanks.”

“ No problem.”

They laid down again, not nearly touching and shifting to get comfortable. Not knowing how to act around each other now.

…….

“Phil?”

“……”

“ Hey Phil?”

“ Good god, my name is Ville….ehm..”

“ Bam.”

“ Right…My name is Ville, Bam.”

“Alright. Ville…..Jesus." Bam signed, and there was a silence again.

…….

“Yeah what?”

“What what?”

“What did you want to tell me?……My god.”

"Oh yeah……never mind.”

“…….”

“No tell me.”

“No, never mind.”

“Tell me!”

“Fine ok……It’s Brandon.”

“ What is?”

“ My real name….it’s Brandon.”

“ Oh, ok.”

“ But don’t ever call me that. Call me Bam. Ok?”

“ Whatever.”

Another silence. A silence Ville was already drifting off in. He was so exhausted. But not before he was wakened by a small voice in the dark one last time.

“ Goodnight Ville.”

………..

“ Goodnight Brandon.”

…………

“ Shut up!”

Chapter 4! What do you thionk? Bam and Ville are a bit mena, but it will be Vam! I promise! Building up the tention like I promise my dear friend Punksbitch! LOL
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