"Diego Larrosa," Morgan tried to roll the r's in his last name and failed. His voice was measured, with no levity whatsoever in his tone. What did he know about the man who had so viciously murdered his friend? A few things came to mind, actually. "He's killed before," Morgan sta...

Touchdown (quiet zee, this was here the whole time).

HAHA THERE'S LITERALLY NO REASON FOR ME TO HAVE POSTED HERE HAHAHAHAHAH (shut up zee)

The ball sailed harmlessly past the end zone; time was up. Perhaps the most fascinating thing about the two quick impacts that staggered him backwards was the one thing that Connor had never counted on — he didn't feel any pain. Throughout any media that he'd ever seen, be it television, film or eve...

"How many— no." Connor cut himself off as he processed Ace's request. No matter what he said, it wasn't going to make any difference, so this was it. His buddy was really going to take the leap across the chasm and burn the bridge down behind him. He felt a stillness in his stomach as he p...

"I don't," his disagreement was nothing but a whisper. The words had cut deep, the sword of betrayal plunging itself as far down into his soul as it could go. Ace yelled at him, he raged at him, he tried to explain himself but all the while all Connor could do was stare off into the distan...

"You," Connor started, but his mind short-circuited, "can't." Almost on instinct, he took a single step backwards but the tension in Ace's face stopped him from going any further. He blinked, shook his head and stared at his friend, as though trying to put the pieces together. &q...

The twisting, throbbing feeling that had lurked in the background throughout the entire conversation jumped from the back of his stomach all of the way up into his throat when Ace raised the weapon and pointed it at him. In a sense, it didn't seem real. The rifle was a wicked-looking thing, some sor...

If there was one thing that Connor Lorenzen had learned through playing sports, it was that even the manliest guys sometimes needed to get in touch with their feelings a bit. His parents were not remotely the touchy-feely sort, preferring to show their affection through words and gifts rather than h...

The fatalistic bent that Ace's words took was not altogether surprising to Connor, but seeing firsthand what the island had done to his friend's psyche was jarring all the same. Chatty, talkative Ace had vanished into the wilds of this island and the man that had been spit out — and he was now a man...

"It was true back home and there ain't a damn thing here that changes that," he lied. "We're walking through hell and if I could make every damned person who was responsible for all of our suffering pay, you know I wouldn't hesitate." The last part was true, at least in part. Con...

Slowly nodding as the list of names poured from Ace's mouth, Connor kept his expression grim. He was right, of course. People were getting hurt on what was likely an hourly basis, either by the horrors they witnessed or the pain inflicted upon them by their peers. The biggest wound he had suffered o...

As soon as Ace flashed four fingers at Connor, his carefully practiced expression fell, replaced by a wistful smile. He closed his eyes and let his head sink down, the ground in full view when he reopened them. It was a shared memory, a private little gesture between friends who knew that it was tim...

DN, you get: Celeste Beaumont

The apology was so unnecessary but Morgan appreciated it anyway. It had only taken him a few moments to compose himself; he was becoming quite adept at it, and whenever Aurelien opened his mouth as of late, it seemed as though something surprising came out of it. With the apology though, came someth...