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Chapter I : Stranded
Sly Walker, who was presently residing in his company now that his mansion was destroyed, decided to have his guardian Professor Ray Korenev take care of Sly Enterprises while he, his girlfriend and his two dogs went to search for William “Spike” Atkinson and Drusilla Buckminster.
Professor Ray Korenev was thirty years-old and was Russian. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. He did smoke and drink, but not in the company of his adopted son or Vicky. The Professor has been Sly’s guardian since the young adult was fifteen. His parents abandoned him since they did not understand his seizure disorder. The Professor was a professor of business and was third-in-command in the line of business of Sly Enterprises. Now, just like Sly said, he mainly stayed out and just gave his son advice upon request or when it was on strict importance for Sly Walker ran the company now.
“So when are you going to buy another house,” the Professor asked.
“As soon as possible,” Sly answered. “Spike and Drusilla should have never stolen one of my transformers!”
“That does seam strange,” Vicky agreed. “When we find them, we can ask them why they took it without permission.”
“I would be okay if they just asked you, but did they? No.”
“Come on sweetheart. We can’t waste precious time.”
“Right,” Sly agreed, walking in the direction of his transformers. The machines were built and stored in a room of the business simply marked “Transformers.” Sly opened the door and the two walked in to the enormous room which had transformers in all forms from boats to helicopters to limousines. Sly Walker’s plans were to one day build a transformer which could be powerful enough to go past the Moon. He had been planning the idea since he had won the lottery at the age of eighteen – his birthday and the day he became wealthy. He was playing it for fun and he just happened, by chance, to win. Turning to eye his girlfriend and then at his choice of transformer he said, “I thought a helicopter would be in good taste.”
“Very well,” Vicky Jackson replied, assuming the controls. Actually it did not matter which one they took for all the transformers operated the same. It just would save time if they chose one that was already a helicopter that to transform a machine into one.
“I have the map,” her boyfriend said, strapping himself in, “so we can leave.”
***
The journey took weeks and entered on into June. The two celebrated their birthdays which were, coincidently, in the same month; it was only the years that separated them. The day Sly had his next seizure began as any day and today the American had just finished his lunch. He had taken his morning medication earlier that day in his bedroom. The young adult figured that all the shaking was only seizure activity, which was normal for he commonly got them one to a few times a day. But before he could shout for his girlfriend, he had crashed to the floor in an instant and had gone into a full grand maul seizure. Sly’s voice was breaky as his body shook and it felt as if he had trouble breathing. He was uttering his girlfriend’s name as he tried to gain control of himself again.
Sly had gone into a full grand maul seizure. He called out his girlfriend’s name with a breaking voice. This time, he did not have the opportunity to slide himself down safely. Sly tried to call for his girlfriend in his breaky voice but to no avail for his door was closed. His voice was once again low and breaky as he tried desperately to reach the door. Sly Walker’s vision was blurry, burry, but he did not blank out. Finally, he gave up and waited until it was over.
***
When Sly Walker opened his eyes, Vicky Jackson was kneeling over him and one of the Furballs was lying down next to him, while the other was hovering over him. Both looked concerned.
“How long did it last,” Sly asked, not moving.
“Don’t know,” Vicky replied as she stroked his black hair soothingly and lovingly while he admired her red hair. “I missed it, but my guess is half a minute to a minute.”
“I took my medicine this morning. I might now want to see my neurologist, though I don’t know how I’m going to do that. Your mother and the Professor are way off on business trips. Which reminds me, perhaps I should call him and find out what’s going on?”
“You could, but later, if you think those would be best things to do. Which brings to mind another question and that is how many pills do you have left?”
“Let’s see,” her boyfriend replied, thinking hard. “If I remember correctly I’m doing fine with the depakote, but I’m not sure on the kepra. I took the pills on time, though.”
“That’s good. I’ll check it out if you think you’re going to be fine.”
“That I will,” Sly replied, as he continued petting his dogs. “Now why don’t you check it for me?”
Vicky Jackson nodded and departed as Sly Walker began to gain control of himself again and, with some help from his girlfriend, eased himself into a chair, for he was still too weak to do things independently.
***
Later at dinner, the two lovers were seated at the heads of a long table and were talking about which direction to go next. Their green eyes met and locked for a few minutes before the conversation continued. Sly Walker was eating fish and chips while Vicky Jackson, being a vegetarian, was eating pasta.
“Furball out,” Sly commanded to one of his dogs, pointing in the direction of another room. Vicky used the same command on the other Furball and the two Golden Retrievers departed. Now that the small disturbance was over, the two lovers began to talk about where to go next.
“Let’s see,” her boyfriend said, pulling out the map. “According to the map we are 400 miles away from the Dyrass Isles.”
“Sorry to interrupt,” Vicky said, “but have the dogs been fed?”
“Yes, don’t let them fool you. Could you pass the chicken, please?”
“Sure.”
Sly cut himself a second drumstick, took a bit out of it and continued by saying, “Unfortunately, we don’t know which island they landed on. You see there are three and they are Rocky Island, Beach Island and Tropical Island.”
“I guess we’ll have to look for them on all three.”
“I suppose so.”
Just then the engine ran out of fuel and an alarm sounded that was red alert.
“Hurry,” Sly Walker said. “We must transform the helicopter into a glider.”
Vicky Jackson, who was a vegetarian, wasted no time operating the controls and began pushing buttons to transform the transformer, but to no avail.
“Fuck! Shit,” she swore, frustrated.
“What is it,” Sly asked.
“The controls are jammed! It’s no use! I can’t get them stuck! We’re going to die!”
“Vicky, my dear, calm down. There’s no need to worry. I’ve come prepared.” He pulled out a small remote control that had a microphone-like device on it. “This will override the controls. I’m sure of it.” Then Sly spoke into the machine and ordered the helicopter to transform into a glider. Slowly the parts began to move.
“It’s working,” Vicky shouted. “Sly you saved us!
“We still could crash though so let’s take all the supplies we need to survive! Remember we can always hunt for food!”
“Don’t forget your medicine!”
“Right; that’s one, if not the most important possession I need to take. For you it will probably be your Sais!”
Furball and Furball kept the two lovers company throughout the voyage and, like they had just demonstrated, were very good at assisting Sly with seizures.
The glider was heading towards Tropical Island.
Chapter II : Instinctual Romance
Three years later, the duo had gotten accustomed to their new surroundings. They were now wearing loincloths made out of mountain lion skins for protection against the rocks and trees on the Island. They had run out of their belongings from the transformer that crashed on the Island and the lovers now found new resources for both food and shelter. In the case of Vicky, she had now started to eat meat after being finally talked into it by her boyfriend. One resource was an unknown plant that Sly had eaten one day when he was starving. In the aftermath, he discovered that it was a new form of seizure medication which combined the two medications he had run out of into one. Sly had named the plant deprepra – a combination of deprecate and kepra. There was a spring nearby, which was how they got their water. For their food, they would travel together. Vicky would be the one who actually made the kill, while Sly would watch from a tree for danger. Once he had made a comment about her body having to adjust to eating meat and she replied that she needed to do whatever it took to survive.
One day Sly Walker emerged from the water after a morning swim to discover his girlfriend roasting fish and breadfruit on the fire. By this time the duo were tanned and lean.
“So,” Sly asked, picking up his loincloth that had been hanging on a tree and sitting down, “what’s for dinner?”
Vicky answered her boyfriend and told him that he needed to go off and hunt before asking how long they been on Tropical Island.
“I have no idea,” Sly responded, picking up a spear, “but my guess is three years. Here sit and eat some breakfast.”
“Suppose I might as well. We’ll toss the pig on too.”
So far all of their attempts to get rescued had failed and they were starting to lose hope.
Also, throughout the years, they had to defend themselves against a tribe of thirty cannibals, – fifteen male and fifteen female – that lived on Tropical Island.
Vicky Jackson was eying her boyfriend in a very suggestive way and he noticed it and asked, “What are you looking at?”
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