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As she pulled back to catch her breath and directed his hands at the same time, a very sly grin slipped to the corners of his mouth and his dark brown eyes practically smoldered with lust. That was all he needed...Jamal liked action, but he wasn't a rapist.

With practiced ease, the button and zipper closures were pulled apart and the jeans hastily began their trip down and away from her hips, to eventually be discarded in the sand. With all signs saying proceed, there was no reason to not take full advantage now.

And good lord, would he ever take advantage.

Jamal slept on, oblivious to her sudden bolt of fright, though he was slowly coming back around to the realm of the awake and aware from the chilled wind that cooled the sands in the early morning.

It was her hacking cough that made him grunt and shift at her side, startled awake briefly by the noise and an arm moved up and over his eyes to block the sun. He didn't look to be waking up properly just yet. Typical...Jamal could generally sleep through anything, anywhere.

Had Jamal been awake, he could be a little more than concerned, but he was blissfully enveloped in sleep again, his arm now blocking the harsh rays of sunshine that had previously threatened to wake him.

He probably wouldn't make up until she either made him wake up or he was allowed to come around on his own. Right now she was being too quiet to be a bother....and he could sleep forever if left to his own devices.

The light wrap of fingers about his neck drew no response, but the tightening did. The effect was immediate.

Jamal's eyes flew open, feeling himself suffocating as his throat was crushed tightly in a vice-like grip, hands moving to claw desperately at the fingers that clenched over his voicebox. His sight was blurred, his mind confused...what the hell was going on? He'd been pulled out of a pleasant dream of being home on the streets with his gang brothers straight into a nitemare of attempted murder.

He briefly forgot he was out in the jungle on a strange island; the bright sunlight seemed like the bright shine of a streetlamp...the rough sand at his back the concrete of a sidewalk. Had he been jumped? He never remembered leaving home in his dream, but all of a sudden he couldn't catch his breath, feeling a weight on his lower body that twarted any real movement. Feet drummed the earth behind as he tried to roll over to dislodge his attacker.

Deep inside, a panic rose that was quickly consumed by anger and bewilderment as he finally realized where he was. An anger to keep himself alive yet bewilderment over the situation at hand. This was no nitemare...this was real. Slowly the form of Antony's face over his, the tattooed arms leading to the hands encircling his neck, and the hissing statement that he couldn't decipher over the roar of blood in his ears.

"GOD DAMMIT," he choked, prying at her fingers desperately as a pained snarl of anger surfaced. She had leverage on him, a crazed anger, and the element of surprise...he was in a less powerful position, being down on the sand and only had brute strength and anger on his.

He was trying so hard not to lash out at her with his free hands but something inside him was nagging now also...that voice that had told him to do whatever necessary to make sure -he- survived. A voice he hadn't heard in nearly four months.

Either attack or be attacked....kill or be killed.

Jamal growled, or tried to rather. It came out more as a gargling noise, harsh and painful as he strained to catch his breath. He wanted to yell at her, to curse at her, to demand she let him go...he couldn't reply to her delirious comments and probably wouldn't have if he was capable.

He tried to slip the fingers of one hand between the gaps in both hers, pulling with as much force as he could muster to try to remove one of hers. His other hand reached clumsily upward to a shoulder to try to push her away. Jamal couldn't keep himself from becoming more and more violent as this progressed and the shove was much rougher and unrestrained than he'd probably ever release on her any other time.

The black man again tried to turn himself over so he'd no longer be on his back, subconsciously knowing how vunerable one could be there. Roll over, get to his feet, and take it from there. Adrenaline pulsed madly through his bloodstream, only fueling agression that was so much stronger than what he remembered experiencing in gang fights and running from gunshots.

Jamal got to his feet in a flurry of sand, his eyes narrowed and jaw twisted in complete and absolute anger as he coughed and greedily sucked in air. A darkened rash of welts had formed around the muscle of his neck in twisted, grotesque necklaces that went up over his adam's apple to just below his chin.

He didn't...couldn't know what had made her snap. All he knew was that she had, in effect, tried to strangle him to death. Part of him wanting to hang over her and demand an explaination, but the other warned him against even moving in her direction, hands balling reflexively into fists as he glowered at her huddled form. He didn't even hear her random cries.

He knew he wasn't in the right frame of mind to try and have a discussion of any kind...the tension and blind urge for violence only continued to build until he was sure he was just going to lash out at her regardless of the circumstances.

No.

The darkness of the forest would soothe his anger. Why and how, he didn't know, but he just felt this. Hide and wait there until the moment was right...always easier in the dark...

Jamal didn't even realize how bizzare these very thoughts were as he turned abruptly, bare feet crunching into the sand as he created distance between the fallen woman and himself.

As he entered the jungle, a place he normally despised with a passion, he gave an inarticulate yell, having no words come forth but literally just a roar of noise for the sake of venting frustration. Hands grasped at fragile vines and broad leaves and violently ripped them from their foundations. Saplings simply bowed out of his way as he pulled on them, only to snap back upright in a manner that was almost taunting him. He wanted to shatter something...to hear the noise of something breaking beyond repair in his hands. He had so much excess anger and adrenaline that simply had no place to go but out, yet the plant-life proved to be ineffective in allowing him to release it. It was too supple to take any real abuse.

The darkness enveloped his form completely as he moved further into the protective shade and immediately he felt at greater ease than moments ago. He refused to look back out onto the beach, but instead took up a seat at the bottom of a tree, leaning back against it to rub gingerly at the welts about his neck, lips curled into a silent snarl.