The Island � Chapter 3 Written by Archie-Fan betty_cooper72@gmail.com The students of Riverdale High learn more about how things on the island work. ****************************************************************************** ***************** After a long, exhausting and terrifying day the surviving students of Riverdale High found themselves in a cage in area that was reminiscent of the detention centers being used to detain migrants along the southern border back home in America. However this one wasn't in America but on an island in the middle of the Atlantic that wasn't supposed to exist and was instead home to a group of giant women with superior technology. They had all been given the tasteless ration bars once again for a meal and then left for the night. To sleep on there were thin mats and foil blankets. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Archie, Betty, Reggie and Jughead were all lying together in a small group by themselves. It was the first chance they'd had to really talk since the Amazons hadn't let them talk while they were working. "The processing... it was brutal," Archie said. "You either made it or Marie-Claude killed you." "Mister Fine, Dilton... they didn't make it," Jughead said. "Ours was a little different," Betty said. "Nobody was killed in front of us. But there were these three doors and I guess we were sorted and sent through them." "So what happened to the girls who aren't here?" Reggie asked. "I have no idea what happened to them, but Ethel and Brigitte were sent through one of the other doors and Cheryl and Miss Grundy were sent through the third one, where they ended up I have no idea," Betty replied. "This place... it's so weird," Archie commented. "Don't you mean scary?" Jughead asked. "It is, but there's also something really strange about it," Archie said. "I mean remember Dilton saying this island shouldn't even exist, so how is it here? And the plane, why did it crash? And the other slaves already here, where did they come from?" "All very good questions," Jughead said. "But I don't think they're going to just tell us. Especially the other slaves, because they don't even speak English." "Well let's just keep our ears to the ground and our noses clean," Reggie suggested. "And maybe we'll come across the answers." "We should probably get some sleep," Betty said. "I've got a feeling that we've got a hard day ahead of us tomorrow." The boys all nodded and they all lay down and tried to go to sleep. They had just managed to doze off when they were woken up by the sound of shouting. "No, no you can't do this to me! You can't treat me like this!" a woman was screaming. Everyone woke up to see what was going on. They saw two Amazon guards dragging a woman in between them. Archie and Jughead recognized one of the guards, the brunette with the freckle on her right boob who had yelled at them for talking, although they didn't know her name. The other one was a blonde with green-blue eyes who was a bit shorter than most of the other Amazons, although still about eight feet tall and incredibly muscular. The woman in between them looked like a toddler in comparison, as she wasn't even five feet tall. She looked to be of south-east Asian descent. "No this isn't fair!" the woman screamed. Everyone was rather confused by what was going on. "Why aren't they just killing her?" Jughead whispered. Nobody had an answer though. They could only watch as the guards dragged the woman over to an empty cell and shoved her in and closed it behind her. The Amazons then turned to walk away. "You can't leave me here like this!" the woman shouted. "Traci, come on!" The brunette paused and turned around. "Your begging means nothing," the brunette, Traci, responded. "Keep it up and it will only make things worse for you." They started walking away again. "Casey, Casey please!" the woman shouted. The blonde glanced back over her shoulder for a brief second but the two Amazons just kept walking. Once they were gone the woman slumped against the wall of her cell and sat on the ground sobbing. "It's not fair, it's not fair," she muttered over and over. "What the hell was that?" Reggie muttered. "That woman... I think that's Lana, the guard from the plane," Betty said. Archie, Reggie and Jughead all went up against the chain link of the cell to get as close as they could to get a look. "I think you're right Betty," Archie agreed. "What the hell happened to her?" Jughead wondered. "She was an eight foot tall muscle monster just a few hours ago. I mean now she's absolutely tiny and has almost no muscle." "I don't know for certain, but I don't think these women are naturally this big," Betty said. "I think as punishment for letting those Chinese slaves escape she was reduced to this size." "I think you're right Betty," Reggie said. "But that just raises even more questions." "Well I don't think we'll be getting answers to those tonight," Archie said. "Let's all try and get some sleep." All of them then tried to go back to sleep, but it was a bit restless as their minds were raising with questions about the goings on of the island. ****************************************************************************** ***************** In the morning they were awoken by a pair of Amazon guards. "Everybody up!" one of the guards ordered, an eight and a half foot tall brunette whose hair was a very dark shade of brown. Archie, Betty, Jughead and Reggie all slowly awakened. Archie glanced across to see Lana still alone in her own cell sitting with her back against the cage with her head between her knees. "Come on you maggots!" the second guard, an equally tall blonde barked. "We've got a special little surprise for you before you go to work." The slaves set about folding up their blankets and sleepily lining up near the exit of the cage. "Rachel please let me out!" they heard Lana begging. The brunette looked over at Lana's cell where Lana had gotten to her feet and was clinging to the chain link. "Save your pleas," Rachel responded. "Neither Stefani or I is going to let you out. You'll stay in there until your fate is decided." Lana slumped down to the ground depressed. "Come on hurry up and get lined up!" Stefani, the blonde one, ordered. The slaves all got lined up inside the cell. Rachel then opened the cage. "You're all going to follow Stefani," Rachel said. "No talking." They marched in silence following behind Stefani. They were led into a courtyard area with a stage set up on one side. Up on the stage they saw Abigail who was standing behind three Asian slaves who were likely the three runaways from yesterday. The slaves were ushered around the stage and soon other Amazon guards filled in behind them. "Before you are three men who thought that they could run away," Abigail said once everyone was gathered. "Of course such an attempt was utterly futile. First of all we are on an island, there are no boats for you to escape in so there is no way off. Second, we know the terrain there is no place for any of you to hide. And third, you have all been implanted with trackers, so we know exactly where you are at all times." Many of the slaves rubbed the back of their necks at this last statement. Abigail smirked and patted a big hand on the head of one of the terrified looking slaves on the stage with her. "Despite all of that these three were still foolish enough to try," Abigail said. "And now we will make an example of them. And for that I'd like you to welcome our two newest members up to the stage to help me." At that two Amazons stepped up onto the stage, one with bright red hair and the other with silvery- white hair. The both shook hands with Abigail as they went to stand behind the three attempted runaway slaves. "Oh my god it's Cheryl and Grundy!" Archie exclaimed. There were gasps of surprise from all the other members of Riverdale High in the group as they all suddenly recognized Cheryl Blossom and Miss Grundy. Both of them were now absolutely enormous standing a little bit under nine feet tall, their bodies bulging with inhuman amounts of muscle. Both were wearing the same sling bikini outfit like all the other Amazon's, Cheryl's was a metallic red while Grundy's was a steel colour. Each of them stood on either side of Abigail, who was just a little bit bigger than them. "Let the executions begin!" Abigail declared. Abigail then grab the head of the slave in front of her, palming it with one big hand and effortlessly she ripped his head clean off. She held the decapitated head aloft for the crowd before crushing it between her fingers to the applause of the Amazons and horror of the slaves. Cheryl meanwhile stuck the head of the slave in front of her between her new massive tits. Then with just the power of her pectorals she crushed the slaves head between her tits while at the same time she pulled both of his arms off his body. The students of Riverdale were terrified by Cheryl's gleeful expression. But what Grundy did was perhaps even more brutal and sadistic. She picked up the slave in front of her with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his ankles and she began to twist him like she was wringing out a dishrag. The man screamed in agony as various bones were brutally snapped, but his screams didn't stop as Grundy continued to twist and twist. Soon he was dead but Grundy continued to brutally twist his body until it looked more like a large flesh coloured blood stained towel that had been twisted up and she dropped the mutilated corpse to the ground in front of the stage causing the nearest slaves to scurry back in fright. "I trust you all understood the meaning behind this demonstration today," Abigail said. "Now let's get to work!" They were ushered out and once again taken on a forced march out to the plane. There were more guards than yesterday including Cheryl and Grundy. Once again tools were given out and jobs were assigned. This time Archie, Betty, Jughead and Reggie were assigned to dismantle one of the wings. The wings had been torn off by trees and were a fair distance away from the fuselage. The wing that Archie, Betty, Jughead and Reggie had been assigned to was the right side wing and it was probably a good three hundred feet away from the fuselage. As they approached the smell of jet fuel was poignant. The huge engine had been torn off and it lay another fifty feet away, fuel could still be seen slowly dripping from where the engine had previous been attached to the wing. "We're going to have to be careful," Betty said. "There's a lot of fumes. We can't use the grinders, they'll create sparks that will blow us up." "Well then how are we supposed to dismantle this?" Jughead asked. "Carefully with hand tools," Reggie answered. "That's gonna be a lot of physical work," Archie groaned. "It's better than being dead," Betty said. "That's debatable..." Jughead muttered. "Come on let's get to work," Reggie said as he handed a crowbar to Jughead. The four of them got to work slowly prying apart the skin of the airplane wing. It was time consuming but it was better than blowing themselves up. As they got the skin off the smell of jet fuel became even stronger, but that was good as it meant that it would soon become safe to use power tools. There was just the one guard watching the four of them, a silent dark-haired woman with eerie green eyes who always seemed to be standing in away that looked like she was both posing and attempting to be intimidating at the same time. A few hours they heard someone approaching through the jungle. Archie, Betty, Jughead and Reggie all momentarily paused to see who it was. To their surprise it turned out to be Cheryl. "Get back to work!" their guard snapped speaking for the first time, surprising them that she had a British accent. They all got back to work, as their guard headed over to meet Cheryl. "Cheryl," the guard said. "Ria," Cheryl returned. "Abigail said I could watch them." "Old friends of yours?" the guard, Ria, asked. "More like classmates," Cheryl replied. "Just remember, don't kill them unless you have to," Ria reminded Cheryl. "Oh I know," Cheryl said. Ria headed off leaving Cheryl alone with her four former classmates. Archie, Betty, Jughead and Reggie were all left rather nervous. Cheryl had always had a way to manipulate things to go her way and if she wanted to kill them they had no doubt that Cheryl would be able to make it so that she "had to". They did their best to focus on their work and still keep an eye on Cheryl as Cheryl slowly walked around the wing of the airplane. Cheryl then came to a stop in front of them looking at her former classmates with a smirk on her face. "Look at you, yesterday I was only slightly better than you," Cheryl said. "But now I've truly become superior." Cheryl flexed a huge bicep, her arm bigger around than their bodies as it bulged with immense power. Cheryl then walked over to the separated engine; it was twenty-three feet long and about 12 feet in diameter and had to weigh close to ten tons, even as big as she was now the engine stilled dwarfed Cheryl. She grabbed a hold of the jet with both hands and with a mighty heave lifted the engine up over her head. "Look," Cheryl said. "Look at how powerful I am now!" As they watched Cheryl pressed the engine up and down almost effortlessly. She then adjusted her grip and did the same with just one hand. Cheryl then let the engine drop to the ground where it landed with a crash. "Now get back to work!" Cheryl snapped. Archie, Betty, Jughead and Reggie quickly got back to work dismantling the wing. It was hard work popping the rivets individually but after several hours they had managed to get the skin peeled back on a large section. After folding it back and forth several times they were able to break a large piece off. Archie, Jughead and Reggie then dragged the piece back towards the plane where all the scrap was being gathered while Betty stayed behind to loosen up more rivets. As Betty was working she suddenly became aware that she was alone with Cheryl, nobody else was nearby. Betty glanced to her right to see Cheryl watching her closely. "Cheryl can I ask you something?" Betty inquired. "It depends," Cheryl responded. "Are you planning on killing me?" Betty asked. "You? No," Cheryl replied. "But Jughead, well I'd love to crush him." "Okay... I have another question," Betty said a bit nervously. "How exactly did you get transformed like this?" Cheryl looked at Betty with a smirk. "I'm not telling you that," Cheryl answered. "But I'm sure you will find out soon enough, I know how persistent you can be Betty." Betty looked at Cheryl nervously. The fact that Cheryl wouldn't answer was mysterious and disconcerting. Betty then quickly looked away and got back to work not wanting to give Cheryl a chance to change her mind about killing her. ****************************************************************************** ***************** It was yet another long and gruelling day of work. The slaves were all being led back to the compound for the night, dragging along what they had salvaged from the aircraft with them. "You know they seem to have all this super advanced technology. I don't get why we're forced into this physical labour," Jughead grumbled. "Jughead shut up," Reggie hissed. Next to them was the now enormous Miss Grundy who looked down at the two of them as they pulled a cart piled high with pieces of scrap metal. "Yeah Jughead shut up," Grundy said with an evil smirk. Jughead gulped and sheepishly looked away. Abigail was leading the group as usual as they neared the compound. As they got to the compound however they came to stop as an absolutely massive woman stood seemingly waiting for them. The woman was easily ten feet tall and she wore a gold coloured uniform. She had short grayish-blonde hair with green eyes. Abigail came to a stop in front of the woman standing at attention. The other amazons all stopped where they were and did likewise. It wasn't clear who this woman was, but judging by her size and by the respect being shown to her by the other amazons she seemed to be in charge. "Hello Abigail," the woman said. "I see you've returned with all the slaves you left with today." "Yes I believe our demonstration this morning was good motivation for keeping these new slaves in line," Abigail responded. "Indeed," the woman said. "And I must also say you did well to report Lana's disobedience. Such insubordination should not and cannot be tolerated." "Agreed," Abigail said. "For that you are being promoted from Squadron Captain to Deputy Warden," the woman said. "Thank you," Abigail said. "I will leave it you to decide who should take your old command," the woman said. Abigail turned around and looked over the other Amazon guarding the slaves. Abigail then pointed at Grundy and motioned for her to come over which Grundy did. "I chose you Grundy," Abigail said. "Your experience as teacher as well as your previous military service make you best suited for a command position." The students had known that Grundy had served in the Women's Army Corp during the 1970's resigning after Vietnam ended and she always wore her old uniform on Veteran's Day and Memorial Day. "A good choice," the woman said. "Come with me Abigail, Grundy I will leave you to see that the slaves are returned to their pens for the night." The woman and Abigail then walked off. "Come all of you," Grundy said. "Follow me." After dropping off their scrap at a recycling facility they were then taken back to their cells (or pens as the woman had called them) for the night. Archie, Betty, Jughead and Reggie were sitting around eating their bland tasting energy bars. "Did any of you think there was something familiar about that woman?" Archie asked. "I swear that I've seen her before." "Yeah she did seem kind of familiar," Betty agreed. "But I just can't think of where she's from." "Like do you mean from a TV show?" Jughead asked. "No, not a TV show," Reggie replied. "I feel like I've actually met her before, that voice was so familiar." Suddenly Archie's eyes went wide with shock. "Wait a minute, I know exactly who she is," Archie said. "Who?" Betty inquired curiously. "That was Hermione Lodge, Veronica's mom," Archie answered. "Oh my god you're right," Reggie agreed his mouth hanging open in shock. "It seemed like she was in charge," Jughead said. "But what does that mean?" "I don't know," Betty commented. "But here's another question, where is Veronica?" The four of them looked at each not sure what to say, but the island had just become far more mysterious and frightening.