{{continued from She Bopped}}
Sebastian had a lot to think about as he trudged his way down the path. He wasn't sure how long it would be until the announcements. It could still be a few hours, or he could only have a couple minutes, but eventually, that fat-ass Danya would announce to the whole island that Sebastian Decartes was a killer. And he had to figure out how the hell he was going to play this game now that everything's changed for him.
His original plan was to integrate himself into a group and use them to get farther into the game. That was already hard enough when so many people knew him as 'that asshole who punched Carly in the face in class once,' and he hazarded a guess that it was only gonna get harder now that everyone would soon know him as 'that asshole who beat Carly to death with a stick.'
He was still freaked out by what he'd done. Every time his mind went back to it he could feel his hands shaking. Sure, he hated a lot of his classmate, but he never really imagined that he was capable of murdering them so easily, even in a blind rage.
But if it was really so easy, why not keep doing it?
Sebastian stopped. That was always an option, but if he decided to go for it, there would be no going back. Carly was done in in a fit of rage. In court, it could even be considered a crime of passion. He clearly wasn't in his right mind when he did it, after all. But if he consciously decided to do it again, it stopped being a crime of passion, a simple killing, and became straight up, premeditated murder.
Could he really go through with that?
Why not? By morning everyone would know him as a murderer anyway.
But he didn't even have a proper weapon. The piece of driftwood he was carrying around broke during the assault, and the only thing he had left was the chainmail shirt he was wearing under his clothes. And even then, that would only protect him from someone with a weapon if they didn't go for his head or extremities. And who knew how well it would do against a bullet?
Sebastian let out a sigh and kept going. He still had a lot to think about, but fortunately it didn't seem like he had to think about it much longer as he came upon a building, with somebody standing outside in front of one of the doors, calling out. Apparently, there were people inside, but Sebastian was more interested in the girl at the moment; namely what she was carrying. Was that a sword? Sebastian could use a sword. It was certainly better than a large stick. Judging by what was going on, the girl with a sword didn't seem to be part of whatever group (or single person or whatever) was inside. If he/she/they sent her packing, she'd have no choice but to head off on her own, alone...
...
Sebastian decided to hang back and observe for the moment.
Can't I Just Die A Disney Death?
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The response was passably acceptable to Kayla. She just had to keep her hands out, show she wasn't dangerous. That wasn't so bad. Well, okay, she was a bit dangerous, with the sword and all, but she wasn't playing. She wasn't going to kill them with it or anything. So, she took it out and laid it on the ground, then stepped up closer to the door. The sword was a good few feet away, out of easy reach.
"Alright," she called. She didn't mention the sword, not yet.
This wasn't perfect. She had to admit, her whole side of things so far sounded a bit like a trap, but maybe they'd accept it. Maybe they wouldn't assume the worst. It was well into the game now, well past the time where optimistic assumptions were in any way reliable, but she could still hope. Anyways, it would be good to be with a real group again. Certainly better than being out here on her own, unarmed.
She'd just have to have one of them hold the sword until they trusted her. Yeah, that was the trick. Build up trust, and act as a team.
If they'd just open the door.
And then, they did, and she was looking into the barrel of a gun. She instinctively cringed backwards, nearly losing her balance, but managed to maintain some composure. For a moment, she lost track of the sword completely.
"I, uh, I h-hurt my leg," she said. She'd point out the sword in just a second. Just as soon as her nerves calmed down.
"Alright," she called. She didn't mention the sword, not yet.
This wasn't perfect. She had to admit, her whole side of things so far sounded a bit like a trap, but maybe they'd accept it. Maybe they wouldn't assume the worst. It was well into the game now, well past the time where optimistic assumptions were in any way reliable, but she could still hope. Anyways, it would be good to be with a real group again. Certainly better than being out here on her own, unarmed.
She'd just have to have one of them hold the sword until they trusted her. Yeah, that was the trick. Build up trust, and act as a team.
If they'd just open the door.
And then, they did, and she was looking into the barrel of a gun. She instinctively cringed backwards, nearly losing her balance, but managed to maintain some composure. For a moment, she lost track of the sword completely.
"I, uh, I h-hurt my leg," she said. She'd point out the sword in just a second. Just as soon as her nerves calmed down.
(OOC: Skipping Ciel cause away also to get this thread moving.)
Melissa blinked as the yearbook was dropped on her lap and looked up at Felicia, watching her in surprise as she went to answer the door. The girl (her friend?) had her hand wrapped around the handle of a revolver...Melissa had no clue what it was beyond something that could easily go "Bang Bang" and kill whoever it was behind the door. She hoped it wouldn't come to something like that...the last thing she wanted was for a firefight to occur. But a part of her was glad that Felicia was taking the reigns...Samya still seemed to be preoccupied and as for herself...well, it's not like she could do anything dangerous. Crazy hallucinations and bitter thoughts aside, Melissa only had a measly portable stove and Felicia's yearbook and neither were as effective as a revolver. 'And if someone does happen...at least I won't be the one killing anyone, right...? The blood won't be on my hands.'
She immediately felt guilty about that and quickly shook her head as if to chase the selfish thought away. She didn't want either of her new friends...Samya or Felicia or even Johnny (goofy guy that he was) to have to kill anyone. Doing something like that...she wondered how the others would deal with the guilt. Would they be like Aislyn? Justify it as something that just had to be done? Something that simply fit the situation and thus it was okay? Would they cry and mope? Or would it be like a dam bursting and all of their frustration and despair from just being in this damn game...would it cause them to snap?
'Ugh, why am I thinking of all these morbid thoughts? ...Well, okay, I know why.' She thought miserably to herself as she got to her feet, Felicia's yearbook held tightly in her hands. It seemed that the girl behind the door was following Felicia's instructions. She looked a little scared, but didn't seem to pose that much of a threat. That was better than nothing and Melissa helped herself to a little smile, glad to see that something was going their way at least. Maybe if they were lucky...the Infirmary wouldn't be declared a death zone and they could take some time to relax and just really...calm down.
Her smile widened...grew more genuine. Just the thought of having time to herself without having to worry about dying or people freaking out or just...anything. It was like a dream come true.
'Please...please, let's just make this work somehow. Please...I need this...we all need this, I'm sure...'
Melissa blinked as the yearbook was dropped on her lap and looked up at Felicia, watching her in surprise as she went to answer the door. The girl (her friend?) had her hand wrapped around the handle of a revolver...Melissa had no clue what it was beyond something that could easily go "Bang Bang" and kill whoever it was behind the door. She hoped it wouldn't come to something like that...the last thing she wanted was for a firefight to occur. But a part of her was glad that Felicia was taking the reigns...Samya still seemed to be preoccupied and as for herself...well, it's not like she could do anything dangerous. Crazy hallucinations and bitter thoughts aside, Melissa only had a measly portable stove and Felicia's yearbook and neither were as effective as a revolver. 'And if someone does happen...at least I won't be the one killing anyone, right...? The blood won't be on my hands.'
She immediately felt guilty about that and quickly shook her head as if to chase the selfish thought away. She didn't want either of her new friends...Samya or Felicia or even Johnny (goofy guy that he was) to have to kill anyone. Doing something like that...she wondered how the others would deal with the guilt. Would they be like Aislyn? Justify it as something that just had to be done? Something that simply fit the situation and thus it was okay? Would they cry and mope? Or would it be like a dam bursting and all of their frustration and despair from just being in this damn game...would it cause them to snap?
'Ugh, why am I thinking of all these morbid thoughts? ...Well, okay, I know why.' She thought miserably to herself as she got to her feet, Felicia's yearbook held tightly in her hands. It seemed that the girl behind the door was following Felicia's instructions. She looked a little scared, but didn't seem to pose that much of a threat. That was better than nothing and Melissa helped herself to a little smile, glad to see that something was going their way at least. Maybe if they were lucky...the Infirmary wouldn't be declared a death zone and they could take some time to relax and just really...calm down.
Her smile widened...grew more genuine. Just the thought of having time to herself without having to worry about dying or people freaking out or just...anything. It was like a dream come true.
'Please...please, let's just make this work somehow. Please...I need this...we all need this, I'm sure...'
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Maybe it was just her overwhelming urge to believe in the best of everybody at the moment, but Felicia was willing to kick her natural instincts in the teeth in order to believe that Kayla would not harm any of them. The moment Felicia looked at her allowed her to see that, yes, the person on the other side of the door was not an alien, she was not a terminator impersonating the voice of one of their classmates and, most importantly, she was not the shamwow guy.
Seriously, fuck that guy. She had a nightmare about Vince Offer once...
But no. It was just... Kayla McSomebodyorother (were last names really that important?), a nice girl who was just seeking some shelter. What's more, she had hurt her leg! It was enough to try and pull some maternal instincts out of Felicia who, had she still not been so depressed and wary about Samaya et al., most likely would've just hugged her right then and there. But no, it'd be safer to do that inside, wouldn't it? The poor dear, hurting her leg like that...
Felicia did feel a bit of a chill when Kayla pointed out the sword to her, but she also did have the courtesy to point it out... so she likely wasn't going to try and kill anybody with it. Still, it was good to be careful, to make sure everybody was in an even state of mind, that they'd stick together. Good or not, some people could get... antsy.
She tried really hard not to let Aislyn's face enter her mind as she thought that.
"Alright, I'll just..." Felicia went to take the sword. "Just give me a sec, hon, we're gonna get you inside, but gotta make sure everybody's okay. And if they aren't okay with it, I'll just kick'm in the ass until they're ready, kay?" She flashed a smile and winked to Kayla, keeping things as easy as she could. A smile could go a long way to defuse a situation. For the moment, though, before taking the sword,Felicia would take a moment to turn to Johnny and Melissa. "No problems, right?"
Maybe it was just her overwhelming urge to believe in the best of everybody at the moment, but Felicia was willing to kick her natural instincts in the teeth in order to believe that Kayla would not harm any of them. The moment Felicia looked at her allowed her to see that, yes, the person on the other side of the door was not an alien, she was not a terminator impersonating the voice of one of their classmates and, most importantly, she was not the shamwow guy.
Seriously, fuck that guy. She had a nightmare about Vince Offer once...
But no. It was just... Kayla McSomebodyorother (were last names really that important?), a nice girl who was just seeking some shelter. What's more, she had hurt her leg! It was enough to try and pull some maternal instincts out of Felicia who, had she still not been so depressed and wary about Samaya et al., most likely would've just hugged her right then and there. But no, it'd be safer to do that inside, wouldn't it? The poor dear, hurting her leg like that...
Felicia did feel a bit of a chill when Kayla pointed out the sword to her, but she also did have the courtesy to point it out... so she likely wasn't going to try and kill anybody with it. Still, it was good to be careful, to make sure everybody was in an even state of mind, that they'd stick together. Good or not, some people could get... antsy.
She tried really hard not to let Aislyn's face enter her mind as she thought that.
"Alright, I'll just..." Felicia went to take the sword. "Just give me a sec, hon, we're gonna get you inside, but gotta make sure everybody's okay. And if they aren't okay with it, I'll just kick'm in the ass until they're ready, kay?" She flashed a smile and winked to Kayla, keeping things as easy as she could. A smile could go a long way to defuse a situation. For the moment, though, before taking the sword,Felicia would take a moment to turn to Johnny and Melissa. "No problems, right?"
(I... am completely empty. But yeah, thanks for waiting. It's been really hard getting back into the swing of things after being away for so long.)
Johnny didn't expect to see anyone else turn up. In hindsight that was a pretty dumb assessment to make - though Johnny certainly did not catch that. Hindsight was not an ability Johnny possessed, or at least normally possessed. Yep, Johnny was seriously thinking no one else would come wandering into the infirmary. Hypocritical, considering how he did the exact same thing only moments ago.
He didn't know the girl in front of him. Couldn't even come up with a first name. Damn it. Was Johnny THIS bad about names? He grunted, looked over at Felicia with a look of almost... confused look? He wasn't really sure what to make of the girl. Yeah, sure, she was a girl and girls weren't dangerous but... after what had happened only moments ago, Johnny wasn't sure what to think.
Johnny shrugged his shoulder. A mental move, one that reassured himself of his own stance on the issue. He... didn't really know? So if Felicia and the rest were all too willing to just let this girl in then Johnny should have no problem. He certainly was no stickler, and with the fact that he was having a hard time taking this game seriously, letting a sword-wielding maniac in would be fine judgement.
The boy beamed like an idiot, as if to make the other girl more comfortable... unfortunately this would end up giving the opposite reaction, but he was trying. REALLY trying. He took a few steps towards the door, rubbing the back of his neck. How could someone be inviting when there are two dead bodies in the room? Well, Johnny was about to learn.
"Yeah," Johnny responded to Felicia, scratching the side of his head. "I don't, like, have a problem with this."
Johnny didn't expect to see anyone else turn up. In hindsight that was a pretty dumb assessment to make - though Johnny certainly did not catch that. Hindsight was not an ability Johnny possessed, or at least normally possessed. Yep, Johnny was seriously thinking no one else would come wandering into the infirmary. Hypocritical, considering how he did the exact same thing only moments ago.
He didn't know the girl in front of him. Couldn't even come up with a first name. Damn it. Was Johnny THIS bad about names? He grunted, looked over at Felicia with a look of almost... confused look? He wasn't really sure what to make of the girl. Yeah, sure, she was a girl and girls weren't dangerous but... after what had happened only moments ago, Johnny wasn't sure what to think.
Johnny shrugged his shoulder. A mental move, one that reassured himself of his own stance on the issue. He... didn't really know? So if Felicia and the rest were all too willing to just let this girl in then Johnny should have no problem. He certainly was no stickler, and with the fact that he was having a hard time taking this game seriously, letting a sword-wielding maniac in would be fine judgement.
The boy beamed like an idiot, as if to make the other girl more comfortable... unfortunately this would end up giving the opposite reaction, but he was trying. REALLY trying. He took a few steps towards the door, rubbing the back of his neck. How could someone be inviting when there are two dead bodies in the room? Well, Johnny was about to learn.
"Yeah," Johnny responded to Felicia, scratching the side of his head. "I don't, like, have a problem with this."
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Sebastian observed the situation, watching as the girl with the sword talked with the people inside, apparently trying to get in. Eventually, the other girl ducked back inside to apparently talk with the others.
Shit, if she gets inside, that'll be it for his chances at getting a weapon here. He needed to disarm her before then, but with what?
Sebastian looked around quickly, soon spotting a rock on the ground. A rather sharp-looking rock.
Hmm...that'll do.
Reaching down and picking it up, he slowly stalked forward, taking care not to bring attention to himself. For a brief moment, he reconsidered attacking this girl, wondering if maybe he could go back to his original plan and try to get into this group. There was still a chance, right?
Pfft. Yeah, right. Even if he did get in, they'd soon learn about how he beat a girl to death with a stick, and all trust would go out the window. No, he had already crossed the line, and there was no going back. From now on he was on his own.
Closer...
Closer...
Now.
Sebastian gripped the rock, wincing slightly as the sharp edges dug into his skin, and swung the rock at the back of the girl's neck. He didn't really care whether it proved to be fatal or not. Just as long as it got her to drop the sword. Then he could just grab it and run. Simple as that.
Shit, if she gets inside, that'll be it for his chances at getting a weapon here. He needed to disarm her before then, but with what?
Sebastian looked around quickly, soon spotting a rock on the ground. A rather sharp-looking rock.
Hmm...that'll do.
Reaching down and picking it up, he slowly stalked forward, taking care not to bring attention to himself. For a brief moment, he reconsidered attacking this girl, wondering if maybe he could go back to his original plan and try to get into this group. There was still a chance, right?
Pfft. Yeah, right. Even if he did get in, they'd soon learn about how he beat a girl to death with a stick, and all trust would go out the window. No, he had already crossed the line, and there was no going back. From now on he was on his own.
Closer...
Closer...
Now.
Sebastian gripped the rock, wincing slightly as the sharp edges dug into his skin, and swung the rock at the back of the girl's neck. He didn't really care whether it proved to be fatal or not. Just as long as it got her to drop the sword. Then he could just grab it and run. Simple as that.
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Things were going decently. The sword was on the ground, nice and out of reach, just where Kayla had left it. She'd shown this group she was trustworthy. Shown them that they should help her, give her a chance, let her join them. The girl who was at the door, who Kayla recognized as Felecia, was smiling and seemed decently happy and polite. It would all be okay. It would be way, way better than things with Celeste and her creepy crypt-keeper friend. This time she could stay with them. Maybe even for the rest of their time here, or... something.
She was a little bit discomfited by the fact that she didn't really know who was inside yet, but she'd get over it. They couldn't be bad people, not with someone like Felecia with them. Speaking of, she was a bit distracted, it seemed, looking over her shoulder and talking to the others. Kayla moved a bit, bent down (a bad choice; her ankle protested greatly), and picked up the sword by the blade, planning to hand it to Felecia hilt-first, another little show of goodwill.
She never got the chance.
She heard the sound of someone closing on her quickly, and realized that she hadn't been watching her back at all. She'd been foolish and complacent, lulled into a false sense of security by the promise of allies, medical assistance, and safety. She'd completely ignored the outside world, the possibility of ambush. She couldn't know if her assailant was part of the group, if this whole thing had been a trap, but she didn't think that was the case. For the split second she retained awareness, the split-second when she knew she was under attack, she considered the possibility and rejected it, not because of any logic, but because she just didn't want to believe that a smile like Felecia's could be faked, that someone like that could lure a helpless classmate to their doom.
Then it was all reflexes. Kayla tried to flinch out of the way of the blow. Under normal circumstances, she might have been partially successful. She'd have been hit, sure, taken a huge blow to the neck, lost a good amount of blood and maybe sustained spinal damage, but she would have survived. The thing was, she, like all her classmates, had a collar filled with explosives strapped around her neck, a collar designed to resist attempts to remove it through various methods, including quick applications of pressure.
The rock impacted the collar, and it detonated flawlessly. The sword clattered from Kayla's hands, and her body hit the ground.
G053, Kayla McArthur: DECEASED
She was a little bit discomfited by the fact that she didn't really know who was inside yet, but she'd get over it. They couldn't be bad people, not with someone like Felecia with them. Speaking of, she was a bit distracted, it seemed, looking over her shoulder and talking to the others. Kayla moved a bit, bent down (a bad choice; her ankle protested greatly), and picked up the sword by the blade, planning to hand it to Felecia hilt-first, another little show of goodwill.
She never got the chance.
She heard the sound of someone closing on her quickly, and realized that she hadn't been watching her back at all. She'd been foolish and complacent, lulled into a false sense of security by the promise of allies, medical assistance, and safety. She'd completely ignored the outside world, the possibility of ambush. She couldn't know if her assailant was part of the group, if this whole thing had been a trap, but she didn't think that was the case. For the split second she retained awareness, the split-second when she knew she was under attack, she considered the possibility and rejected it, not because of any logic, but because she just didn't want to believe that a smile like Felecia's could be faked, that someone like that could lure a helpless classmate to their doom.
Then it was all reflexes. Kayla tried to flinch out of the way of the blow. Under normal circumstances, she might have been partially successful. She'd have been hit, sure, taken a huge blow to the neck, lost a good amount of blood and maybe sustained spinal damage, but she would have survived. The thing was, she, like all her classmates, had a collar filled with explosives strapped around her neck, a collar designed to resist attempts to remove it through various methods, including quick applications of pressure.
The rock impacted the collar, and it detonated flawlessly. The sword clattered from Kayla's hands, and her body hit the ground.
G053, Kayla McArthur: DECEASED
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Johnny had seen the sneaking figure coming from a few feet away. At first he didn't see it, but he only noticed it once Kayla had noticed it. His eyes went wide. What the heck was going on? There was, like, some dude with a rock sneaking around like a mouse up in here. Johnny grit his teeth and froze. What was he supposed to do? He wanted to do something, anything. However he had waited way too long, and the boy was just about to hit the girl whose name Johnny did not know. That was when he lunged
Johnny had to do something! Yeah! He was going to do something! He didn't have a weapon or anything but he was sure he could figure that out when the time came. It was as if he couldn't hear the beeping, the very obvious beeping. The explosion came suddenly and it caught Johnny off-guard. Blood splattered, Johnny closed his eyes, he kept rushing and then -
Things suddenly felt very cold. Freezing cold, like Johnny was trapped in a ice cube. It made him stop in his tracks. He looked around. The boy was standing up now. He was looking at Johnny with this cold face, and he was holding this stick like he meant business. He was holding it funny though. His body started to burn. It was as if the guy were pointing the stick - no, sword - outward. Like-
And then it hit him. D-Did he just run into that sword?
...
...
... Johnny fell backward, off of the sword, and hit his head against the wall behind him. He slammed and fell into a large heap on the floor. And he cried, oh how he cried.
And then it stopped...
Guess I fucked up, huh El....
"It... 's okay..."
B154 - Johnny McDowell: DECEASED
Johnny had seen the sneaking figure coming from a few feet away. At first he didn't see it, but he only noticed it once Kayla had noticed it. His eyes went wide. What the heck was going on? There was, like, some dude with a rock sneaking around like a mouse up in here. Johnny grit his teeth and froze. What was he supposed to do? He wanted to do something, anything. However he had waited way too long, and the boy was just about to hit the girl whose name Johnny did not know. That was when he lunged
Johnny had to do something! Yeah! He was going to do something! He didn't have a weapon or anything but he was sure he could figure that out when the time came. It was as if he couldn't hear the beeping, the very obvious beeping. The explosion came suddenly and it caught Johnny off-guard. Blood splattered, Johnny closed his eyes, he kept rushing and then -
Things suddenly felt very cold. Freezing cold, like Johnny was trapped in a ice cube. It made him stop in his tracks. He looked around. The boy was standing up now. He was looking at Johnny with this cold face, and he was holding this stick like he meant business. He was holding it funny though. His body started to burn. It was as if the guy were pointing the stick - no, sword - outward. Like-
And then it hit him. D-Did he just run into that sword?
...
...
... Johnny fell backward, off of the sword, and hit his head against the wall behind him. He slammed and fell into a large heap on the floor. And he cried, oh how he cried.
And then it stopped...
Guess I fucked up, huh El....
"It... 's okay..."
B154 - Johnny McDowell: DECEASED
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Ah. Things were going well. No fighting, no yelling...just Felicia asking if it was okay if Kayla could come in. All civil...if the subject wasn't "Is this girl okay or are you afraid she's going to murder us all somehow?" then it could almost feel like she was back at St. Paul. She gave a quick nod at Felicia's question, still clutching the yearbook against her chest. Johnny answered in the positive as well and Melissa felt the first stirrings of happiness...or maybe more just hope. Hope that even in this situation, people could still be civil...they didn't talk about leaving people behind, they afforded courtesy...or at least consideration for their fellow human being. As long as they had that...they were still human, right?
And then it all just blew up in her face. She couldn't see it clearly...after all, she was near the back of the room and only had a slight glimpse of the outside, but the sounds were unmistakable. The clash of stone on metal...and then an explosion. Not a big one. Not a loud one...but it was something and Melissa's eyes widened. That wasn't right. That wasn't supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a good time. A time to calm down. Relax. Just...pretend the outer world didn't exist for a moment. Even if it was just a delusion...this wasn't supposed to happen. The yearbook dropped from her arms and slammed onto the floor as she ran towards the door.
She had to see what was going on. She had to see what was happening. It was dumb. It was foolish. But she had to know...had to see the face of the person who had taken away the safety of their little haven. Fear. Hate. Sorrow. Anguish. Anger. All of them vied for dominance as she came closer. She saw Johnny get there before she could. Saw him leap outside...freeze. Saw him stagger back...and then saw the bloodied sword that the boy outside was holding.
And her world shattered. There it was. The first killer that Melissa had ever seen. She knew they existed...knew they were on the island. But it was so easy to pretend they weren't there. After all, she just knew about them because of Danya's insipid announcements. It's not like she had to see them face to face. As long as they weren't in front of her...she could pretend they weren't there. And even though Samaya had died...she didn't even see what had killed her.
But the illusion was over and reality was staring back at her in the face. And she hated it. She hated it so much. She hated that sound of rock on metal. She hated the sound of the collar exploding. She hated the way that boy looked. She hated seeing the corpse of the girl outside...the girl who only wanted a place to rest. She wanted to remove it. Remove the cause of all of this hate and this anger and this sorrow. God, she wished she could. But she was so weak. She had nothing but the tears that she didn't even know were running down her cheeks.
She screamed.
"You fucking son of a bitch!"
And then it all just blew up in her face. She couldn't see it clearly...after all, she was near the back of the room and only had a slight glimpse of the outside, but the sounds were unmistakable. The clash of stone on metal...and then an explosion. Not a big one. Not a loud one...but it was something and Melissa's eyes widened. That wasn't right. That wasn't supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a good time. A time to calm down. Relax. Just...pretend the outer world didn't exist for a moment. Even if it was just a delusion...this wasn't supposed to happen. The yearbook dropped from her arms and slammed onto the floor as she ran towards the door.
She had to see what was going on. She had to see what was happening. It was dumb. It was foolish. But she had to know...had to see the face of the person who had taken away the safety of their little haven. Fear. Hate. Sorrow. Anguish. Anger. All of them vied for dominance as she came closer. She saw Johnny get there before she could. Saw him leap outside...freeze. Saw him stagger back...and then saw the bloodied sword that the boy outside was holding.
And her world shattered. There it was. The first killer that Melissa had ever seen. She knew they existed...knew they were on the island. But it was so easy to pretend they weren't there. After all, she just knew about them because of Danya's insipid announcements. It's not like she had to see them face to face. As long as they weren't in front of her...she could pretend they weren't there. And even though Samaya had died...she didn't even see what had killed her.
But the illusion was over and reality was staring back at her in the face. And she hated it. She hated it so much. She hated that sound of rock on metal. She hated the sound of the collar exploding. She hated the way that boy looked. She hated seeing the corpse of the girl outside...the girl who only wanted a place to rest. She wanted to remove it. Remove the cause of all of this hate and this anger and this sorrow. God, she wished she could. But she was so weak. She had nothing but the tears that she didn't even know were running down her cheeks.
She screamed.
"You fucking son of a bitch!"
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MK Kilmarnock
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Not every day that you open a door and there's an attractive girl standing there who suddenly becomes a lot less attractive when her neck decides to fucking explode. Amazing, how simple and sudden it all was. One moment, Kayla was a prospect to the next member of their group. Next moment, she was missing a rather important and sizable chunk of her throat, and Felicia was covered in blood spatter. That was it... no fanfare, nothing.
How could she possibly react to THAT? What other way was there other than to take a step back in disbelief, unable to register what just happened? Because that's just what Felicia did. She saw Kayla fall, her eyes agape and unclosing, her throat pouring more blood out in spurts as she fell to the ground, and behind her...
Sebastian?
FUCKING SEBASTIAN!?
As in... "Crabby Sebastie!?"
No... this couldn't be right! Kills were all supposed to be accidental, she couldn't attach the name of a murderer to a student on the island, one of the many kids she used to roam the halls with so innocently and peacefully. But there was Sebastian, now holding the sword. This couldn't be right... there was no way this was right! Here it was, all unfolding in front of her, though. And she was so useless to stop any of it, too weak to react.
Aislyn was right. I've got the gun, I could shoot him, I SHOULD shoot him, he killed Kayla! But I'm too weak! No spine... no balls, NO BALLS!
And then another blur, another spray of blood. Felicia knew that Johnny McSexslave wasn't much of a quick-clicker, but how the hell did he manage to impale himself on that sword!? Was that Sebastian's fault, or his?
"Johnny!?"
The nerves were at a breaking point, the girl was being pushed. All she knew was that... if she was going to react, there was really only one sentence that could sum up the whole goddamn situation.
"Sebastian... WHAT THE FUCK!?"
How could she possibly react to THAT? What other way was there other than to take a step back in disbelief, unable to register what just happened? Because that's just what Felicia did. She saw Kayla fall, her eyes agape and unclosing, her throat pouring more blood out in spurts as she fell to the ground, and behind her...
Sebastian?
FUCKING SEBASTIAN!?
As in... "Crabby Sebastie!?"
No... this couldn't be right! Kills were all supposed to be accidental, she couldn't attach the name of a murderer to a student on the island, one of the many kids she used to roam the halls with so innocently and peacefully. But there was Sebastian, now holding the sword. This couldn't be right... there was no way this was right! Here it was, all unfolding in front of her, though. And she was so useless to stop any of it, too weak to react.
Aislyn was right. I've got the gun, I could shoot him, I SHOULD shoot him, he killed Kayla! But I'm too weak! No spine... no balls, NO BALLS!
And then another blur, another spray of blood. Felicia knew that Johnny McSexslave wasn't much of a quick-clicker, but how the hell did he manage to impale himself on that sword!? Was that Sebastian's fault, or his?
"Johnny!?"
The nerves were at a breaking point, the girl was being pushed. All she knew was that... if she was going to react, there was really only one sentence that could sum up the whole goddamn situation.
"Sebastian... WHAT THE FUCK!?"
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Super Llama†
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JESUS HELL WHAT THE FUCK
Sebastian was expecting the girl to hit the ground. He was expecting her to MAYBE put up a little bit of a fight, but in the end it would be too late.
What he wasn't expecting was for her neck to explode and shower him in blood and gore.
It happened so quickly that he barely had time to register how disgusting this was, or for nausea to take hold. He had to get that sword and get the fuck out of here. Reaching for the handle, some guy came out of the building and rushed him. Sebastian grabbed the blade, took a step back and...
...did that guy just run himself through?
There were just too many surprises for one day. Sebastian pulled his sword back, and as the boy fell to the ground a thought came into his head.
Is it really going to be this easy?
Without even trying to he'd already killed two people and mortally wounded a third. Further more, the people inside were freaking out, and as another girl inside yelled at him it became clear that they likely hadn't seen anyone killed in front of them yet. They didn't know what to do.
Kill them.
Could he really do it?
Kill them all.
SHOULD he really do it?
Five bodies, five daypacks full of supplies. And possibly more weapons.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the sword. He was already a killer. There was no going back. Might as well just go all the way.
Right then.
Sebastian strode through the door of the infirmary without a word, looking towards the first person in his path, a black girl with reddish-brown hair, and readied himself to swing the sword. He swung the blade sideways, aiming for her nec
B88 - SEBASTIAN DECARTES: DECEASED
Sebastian was expecting the girl to hit the ground. He was expecting her to MAYBE put up a little bit of a fight, but in the end it would be too late.
What he wasn't expecting was for her neck to explode and shower him in blood and gore.
It happened so quickly that he barely had time to register how disgusting this was, or for nausea to take hold. He had to get that sword and get the fuck out of here. Reaching for the handle, some guy came out of the building and rushed him. Sebastian grabbed the blade, took a step back and...
...did that guy just run himself through?
There were just too many surprises for one day. Sebastian pulled his sword back, and as the boy fell to the ground a thought came into his head.
Is it really going to be this easy?
Without even trying to he'd already killed two people and mortally wounded a third. Further more, the people inside were freaking out, and as another girl inside yelled at him it became clear that they likely hadn't seen anyone killed in front of them yet. They didn't know what to do.
Kill them.
Could he really do it?
Kill them all.
SHOULD he really do it?
Five bodies, five daypacks full of supplies. And possibly more weapons.
Sebastian tightened his grip on the sword. He was already a killer. There was no going back. Might as well just go all the way.
Right then.
Sebastian strode through the door of the infirmary without a word, looking towards the first person in his path, a black girl with reddish-brown hair, and readied himself to swing the sword. He swung the blade sideways, aiming for her nec
B88 - SEBASTIAN DECARTES: DECEASED
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MK Kilmarnock
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"It was day four, or maybe five... hard to tell. Time drags by when you're hidden away in a building." Agent Carmichael smoked her cigarette as she looked through the blinds to eye the stormy city in all of its blood, streetlights and money. "I was with a motley lot... picture us there, following Aislyn's departure. A lovely dame she was, fiery to boot, but she just couldn't control herself."
Another exhale of smoke would leave her lips before the story continued.
"Not sure how many hours passed after that before there was a knock on the door. We jumped... sure, we jumped, if only because there was no telling who was behind it. You know what I'm talking about... real Edgar Allen Poe stuff, right there. We look between us...
"There's Johnny, a strange bloke. He immediately struck the rest of us as the sort that liked to show others he was confident... a real go-getter." The detective took another drag of her cigarette, aware that she was nearly down to the filter. "The rest of us just figured we'd tie him up and have our way with him later, because he'd enjoy it anyhow. Aside from him, there was Sammy... Samya, not Samaya, rest her soul. I felt like no matter the options she took, she might be in danger, as though it were her destiny to die. Maybe she'd narrowly escape her fate, maybe not." There was a short sigh, partially directed at the story, and also at the desolate cityscape below.
"And then there was Melissa, the last remaining member of our little group who stuck by me. A good girl overall, a good head on her shoulders and a good heart beatin' in her chest. I couldn't risk a bullet going through either one, so if any of us were going to open that door, I supposed it was going to be me."
She pressed the worthless butt of her cigarette into the ashtray on the corner of the nearby desk and turned around, the hair underneath her trilby styled as to cover half of her face.
"So, I opened the door to see just who it was. Imagine my surprise as well as my delight when I'm greeted with the warm smile of Kayla McArthur. Desperate, maybe, but warm all the same. Here I think, well, my luck has taken for a turn for the better, the day's going to warm up. The day warmed up, alright..."
She lowered her head, reaching to remove the trilby hat and slump into the chair behind the desk.
"All that blood would warm up anything."
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The last piano note and sepia tone faded away, leaving Felicia with two dead children, one breathing his last breaths, and the smoking gun in her hand.
What...
What, what? What happened? How did this happen? Kayla, Sebastian, Johnny, why did any of them have to die? When they could have all stuck together and gotten through this rationally, why were they turning against each other to slaughter their own kind?
This doesn't...
This didn't make any sense, but even she had panicked. She lost control of herself as Sebastian continued his onslaught, making her his next intended target. She fell backwards in fear, trying to delay the piercing and slashing of the sword, if only for a moment or so. The gun she had been idly playing with in her sweater pouch fumbled its way out in the open and in her hand, and she had fired. She had killed somebody.
Maybe it was self defense, and maybe it had to be done, but a dead boy had collapsed on top of Felicia, and there was nobody to blame but herself. She fucked up. Nobody else... not Kayla, not Aislyn...
Oh god, Aislyn...
Was she right all along?
Felica stared up at the ceiling, because it was better than staring at the lifeless body that had fallen on top of her.
Another exhale of smoke would leave her lips before the story continued.
"Not sure how many hours passed after that before there was a knock on the door. We jumped... sure, we jumped, if only because there was no telling who was behind it. You know what I'm talking about... real Edgar Allen Poe stuff, right there. We look between us...
"There's Johnny, a strange bloke. He immediately struck the rest of us as the sort that liked to show others he was confident... a real go-getter." The detective took another drag of her cigarette, aware that she was nearly down to the filter. "The rest of us just figured we'd tie him up and have our way with him later, because he'd enjoy it anyhow. Aside from him, there was Sammy... Samya, not Samaya, rest her soul. I felt like no matter the options she took, she might be in danger, as though it were her destiny to die. Maybe she'd narrowly escape her fate, maybe not." There was a short sigh, partially directed at the story, and also at the desolate cityscape below.
"And then there was Melissa, the last remaining member of our little group who stuck by me. A good girl overall, a good head on her shoulders and a good heart beatin' in her chest. I couldn't risk a bullet going through either one, so if any of us were going to open that door, I supposed it was going to be me."
She pressed the worthless butt of her cigarette into the ashtray on the corner of the nearby desk and turned around, the hair underneath her trilby styled as to cover half of her face.
"So, I opened the door to see just who it was. Imagine my surprise as well as my delight when I'm greeted with the warm smile of Kayla McArthur. Desperate, maybe, but warm all the same. Here I think, well, my luck has taken for a turn for the better, the day's going to warm up. The day warmed up, alright..."
She lowered her head, reaching to remove the trilby hat and slump into the chair behind the desk.
"All that blood would warm up anything."
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The last piano note and sepia tone faded away, leaving Felicia with two dead children, one breathing his last breaths, and the smoking gun in her hand.
What...
What, what? What happened? How did this happen? Kayla, Sebastian, Johnny, why did any of them have to die? When they could have all stuck together and gotten through this rationally, why were they turning against each other to slaughter their own kind?
This doesn't...
This didn't make any sense, but even she had panicked. She lost control of herself as Sebastian continued his onslaught, making her his next intended target. She fell backwards in fear, trying to delay the piercing and slashing of the sword, if only for a moment or so. The gun she had been idly playing with in her sweater pouch fumbled its way out in the open and in her hand, and she had fired. She had killed somebody.
Maybe it was self defense, and maybe it had to be done, but a dead boy had collapsed on top of Felicia, and there was nobody to blame but herself. She fucked up. Nobody else... not Kayla, not Aislyn...
Oh god, Aislyn...
Was she right all along?
Felica stared up at the ceiling, because it was better than staring at the lifeless body that had fallen on top of her.
Oh god.
Oh god, he's coming.
Melissa watched with wide eyes as Sebastian turned to Felicia. Marked her as her next target as he raised the sword he had just stolen from Kayla. Its blade was red...red with Johnny's blood. Was he really going to keep trying to kill? He had already sent two people to their deaths. And now he wanted more? It was sick. Sick. Disgusting. Unhuman. The person...no, the thing in front of her didn't deserve to live. There was no justification for what he had done. There was no way to atone, no way to pray to whatever god you believed in that what had just happened was for the greater good. He had to die.
And the next moments were playing in slow motion. She stepped away from Sebastian's assault, screaming...something. She didn't know what it was. Felicia was moving away too...she stumbled. Melissa's gaze went to the girl and saw her fumble with something in her jacket. Saw Felicia pull out a revolver and point it at Sebastian. He was getting closer...no doubt ready to stab that sword straight into her body. She screamed again. And then a bang. Loud. Too loud.
Sebastian fell.
He fell right on top of Felicia.
And that was it. It was over. Melissa fell onto her ass, her legs unable to support her anymore as silence once again filled the infirmary. She tasted something salty on her lips...blinked a couple of times and rubbed them, feeling the moisture stick to her skin. She crawled over to Felicia, pushing over the body of Sebastian...of the killer off of her friend. She gulped as she saw the blood staining Felicia's clothes...she knew it wasn't hers, but it was still...disturbing. A mark of what had happened. She didn't know what to say.
What do you say to someone who had just killed for the first time in self-defense? Do you tell them, "Good job. You got him before he could get you."? Do you say, "I'm so sorry."? She had nothing to say. She had read books...books that had dealt with characters killing and dying and always managing to spit out one, heart-lifting line that would help raise the spirit and cheer things up. But this wasn't a book and Melissa wasn't someone who could just easily throw out one-liners like that.
So she raised a hand...a trembling, shaking hand...and placed it on top of Felicia's. She gulped, gave the other girl's hand one firm squeeze. She always wondered if simple touches like these could express feelings, but she definitely hoped they did for this one moment. Sorrow for the death that surrounded them, thankfulness that Felicia was there and had defended them both, happiness that they were still alive. She opened her mouth to speak...and promptly shut it, quickly shaking her head and leaving the infirmary.
There was one last person she had to see. She turned and saw Johnny lying pitifully against the infirmary's wall and she knelt down next to him, giving him a quick shake. He didn't respond. Of course, why would he? There was this gaping sword wound in his chest and blood all around his shirt. Melissa wiped at her eyes again, getting back to her feet. This wasn't fair. There wasn't any justice on this island. People died on this island...innocent people who had their whole futures available to them and all of that could be taken away in an instant. And not only that, it was their classmates that were doing this.
The moment they arrived on this island, there were no heroes. There was only evil. And it would take everyone until the villains were left. People who had climbed on top of body over body to survive, to win.
Melissa felt anger build up in her again. She found a rock on the ground. It was the same rock that Sebastian had used to kill Kayla. She picked it up, her fingers clenching around the hard stone. It hurt. Good. It felt better to hurt. She tossed it once in the air. Caught it. It was amazing how this one rock really had started everything. She didn't like it. She could still hear the bang in her ears. The bang of the collar, the bang of Felicia's gun. It rang in her ears like it wouldn't stop.
She screamed and threw the rock with all of her might. It sailed away, landing behind several bushes. Out of sight, out of mind.
It felt great.
Oh god, he's coming.
Melissa watched with wide eyes as Sebastian turned to Felicia. Marked her as her next target as he raised the sword he had just stolen from Kayla. Its blade was red...red with Johnny's blood. Was he really going to keep trying to kill? He had already sent two people to their deaths. And now he wanted more? It was sick. Sick. Disgusting. Unhuman. The person...no, the thing in front of her didn't deserve to live. There was no justification for what he had done. There was no way to atone, no way to pray to whatever god you believed in that what had just happened was for the greater good. He had to die.
And the next moments were playing in slow motion. She stepped away from Sebastian's assault, screaming...something. She didn't know what it was. Felicia was moving away too...she stumbled. Melissa's gaze went to the girl and saw her fumble with something in her jacket. Saw Felicia pull out a revolver and point it at Sebastian. He was getting closer...no doubt ready to stab that sword straight into her body. She screamed again. And then a bang. Loud. Too loud.
Sebastian fell.
He fell right on top of Felicia.
And that was it. It was over. Melissa fell onto her ass, her legs unable to support her anymore as silence once again filled the infirmary. She tasted something salty on her lips...blinked a couple of times and rubbed them, feeling the moisture stick to her skin. She crawled over to Felicia, pushing over the body of Sebastian...of the killer off of her friend. She gulped as she saw the blood staining Felicia's clothes...she knew it wasn't hers, but it was still...disturbing. A mark of what had happened. She didn't know what to say.
What do you say to someone who had just killed for the first time in self-defense? Do you tell them, "Good job. You got him before he could get you."? Do you say, "I'm so sorry."? She had nothing to say. She had read books...books that had dealt with characters killing and dying and always managing to spit out one, heart-lifting line that would help raise the spirit and cheer things up. But this wasn't a book and Melissa wasn't someone who could just easily throw out one-liners like that.
So she raised a hand...a trembling, shaking hand...and placed it on top of Felicia's. She gulped, gave the other girl's hand one firm squeeze. She always wondered if simple touches like these could express feelings, but she definitely hoped they did for this one moment. Sorrow for the death that surrounded them, thankfulness that Felicia was there and had defended them both, happiness that they were still alive. She opened her mouth to speak...and promptly shut it, quickly shaking her head and leaving the infirmary.
There was one last person she had to see. She turned and saw Johnny lying pitifully against the infirmary's wall and she knelt down next to him, giving him a quick shake. He didn't respond. Of course, why would he? There was this gaping sword wound in his chest and blood all around his shirt. Melissa wiped at her eyes again, getting back to her feet. This wasn't fair. There wasn't any justice on this island. People died on this island...innocent people who had their whole futures available to them and all of that could be taken away in an instant. And not only that, it was their classmates that were doing this.
The moment they arrived on this island, there were no heroes. There was only evil. And it would take everyone until the villains were left. People who had climbed on top of body over body to survive, to win.
Melissa felt anger build up in her again. She found a rock on the ground. It was the same rock that Sebastian had used to kill Kayla. She picked it up, her fingers clenching around the hard stone. It hurt. Good. It felt better to hurt. She tossed it once in the air. Caught it. It was amazing how this one rock really had started everything. She didn't like it. She could still hear the bang in her ears. The bang of the collar, the bang of Felicia's gun. It rang in her ears like it wouldn't stop.
She screamed and threw the rock with all of her might. It sailed away, landing behind several bushes. Out of sight, out of mind.
It felt great.
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MK Kilmarnock
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Help me...
Oh god, somebody please help me...
Sebastian was pushed off of her, but he was still there. All over her, everywhere. The blood mixed with her sweat until she was unsure just which parts of her were actually stained anymore, since any part that might've been dry previously, her body was going to work fixing that. If she weren't slightly dehydrated by this point in time, she might've even had an accident. Maybe she already had one, she couldn't tell... it was either blood or sweat, anywhere on her.
Melissa was there, but so was Sebastian. Samya was there too, but again, more Sebastian. She dared not wipe at her clothes and get him all over her hands... that would be too much. This was worse than.... ... than...
No allegory came to mind. This was worse than pretty much anything she had ever experienced. She clenched the gun to her chest, her finger far away from the trigger. She would never feel alone as long as that blood was on her, but at least she was safe with the gun around. And so, surrounded by everything, Felicia continued to lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
Melissa took her hand, the one that wasn't clinging onto the gun for dear life, and Felicia squeezed it as hard as she could. She squeezed her hand and her eyes shut, trying not to cry. She would not cry, she could not cry... not here, not when everybody else was watching her. Not just the people in the room, but the world. Somewhere, somebody was probably getting their fan'uckin' jollies watching this scene. Felicia used to be a fan of the show herself.
Now? She wasn't so fond of it.
Melissa had left her alone for a bit, walking outside that front door that had betrayed her just a few minutes ago. Samya was still there, but so were others...
Kayla.
Johnny.
Sebastian.
Everywhere. Everywhere... all three of them where everywhere! So many bodies.... the place had too many bodies. She needed out... the damn bodies outnumbered the living girls. Felicia's breathing hastened as she picked her bag up. She'd need it if she was going to get Sebastian away from her. She looked to the door again, trying not to look down, and she stepped over Johnny's run-through corpse, then Kayla's.
If she just looked ahead with those dull, dead eyes of hers... she'd be fine.
When she got outside, she turned and ran, taking only her gun and her bag. They were all she needed right now, but that was a bold faced lie, wasn't it? Felicia needed to be alone for a bit, to get rid of all the blood, but then she would need somebody.
Please be alive... I need to get out of here... need to get out of here... need to get out of here... need to get...
((Felicia Carmichael, continued in In Theory, This Should Work))
Oh god, somebody please help me...
Sebastian was pushed off of her, but he was still there. All over her, everywhere. The blood mixed with her sweat until she was unsure just which parts of her were actually stained anymore, since any part that might've been dry previously, her body was going to work fixing that. If she weren't slightly dehydrated by this point in time, she might've even had an accident. Maybe she already had one, she couldn't tell... it was either blood or sweat, anywhere on her.
Melissa was there, but so was Sebastian. Samya was there too, but again, more Sebastian. She dared not wipe at her clothes and get him all over her hands... that would be too much. This was worse than.... ... than...
No allegory came to mind. This was worse than pretty much anything she had ever experienced. She clenched the gun to her chest, her finger far away from the trigger. She would never feel alone as long as that blood was on her, but at least she was safe with the gun around. And so, surrounded by everything, Felicia continued to lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
Melissa took her hand, the one that wasn't clinging onto the gun for dear life, and Felicia squeezed it as hard as she could. She squeezed her hand and her eyes shut, trying not to cry. She would not cry, she could not cry... not here, not when everybody else was watching her. Not just the people in the room, but the world. Somewhere, somebody was probably getting their fan'uckin' jollies watching this scene. Felicia used to be a fan of the show herself.
Now? She wasn't so fond of it.
Melissa had left her alone for a bit, walking outside that front door that had betrayed her just a few minutes ago. Samya was still there, but so were others...
Kayla.
Johnny.
Sebastian.
Everywhere. Everywhere... all three of them where everywhere! So many bodies.... the place had too many bodies. She needed out... the damn bodies outnumbered the living girls. Felicia's breathing hastened as she picked her bag up. She'd need it if she was going to get Sebastian away from her. She looked to the door again, trying not to look down, and she stepped over Johnny's run-through corpse, then Kayla's.
If she just looked ahead with those dull, dead eyes of hers... she'd be fine.
When she got outside, she turned and ran, taking only her gun and her bag. They were all she needed right now, but that was a bold faced lie, wasn't it? Felicia needed to be alone for a bit, to get rid of all the blood, but then she would need somebody.
Please be alive... I need to get out of here... need to get out of here... need to get out of here... need to get...
((Felicia Carmichael, continued in In Theory, This Should Work))
Melissa let herself stand outside for a while after her little tantrum, basking in the sound of the wind blowing through the air. Much more peaceful. Much more silent. She didn't know what the other girls were doing, but she wanted this. She didn't even care if another one of those sick killers came and shot her in the back. At least she'd have this one moment to enjoy. In fact, she kind of wished someone did just come to kill her. It would be better...easier. But there was nothing and with a deep sigh, Melissa turned back towards the infirmary.
She didn't expect to see Felicia run out of the infirmary with only her bag and gun. She held out a hand, was about to shout a quick "Hey wait!" but the other girl was moving pretty fast and frankly, Melissa wasn't even certain if Felicia wanted her around at the moment. So she stayed silent and watched the other girl leave. Soon enough, she was all alone with a trio of corpses...more if you counted the already dead kids inside, along with Samya. She blinked.
What was she going to do? It seemed like it was time for all of them to go their separate ways. She had no clue what Samya wanted to do, but at the moment...just hanging around here seemed like a bad, bad idea. It was probably for the best she go but...wait, that meant...
Melissa blinked again. It was time for her to actually take the initiative. All throughout her life and her time on the island, she had followed someone. She had followed the path her parents have paved for her, she had followed Aislyn through their ill-fated trip across the island, and she had been more than willing to listen to Felicia. But now she was alone and ready to take charge. Or...well, attempt to take charge. And there were so many things left to do.
She gulped, looking down at the pathetic, broken bodies of Johnny and Kayla lying outside the infirmary. She wanted to bury them...pay last respects to two kids she had barely known, but had known long enough to realize that they didn't need to die this way. But there was no way she'd be able to do it alone. Digging a pair of graves with nothing but her hands? It would take days and that was time she just didn't have anymore. As for Sebastian...well, he could just go to hell, really. That bastard had caused all of this.
The least she could do is at least take them inside where their bodies wouldn't be ravaged by the elements. Trying very hard to look anywhere besides the gaping wounds on both of the corpses, she dragged both Johnny and Kayla inside, a small trail of blood marking the path. It was harder work than she had expected, but it was finished quickly enough. As soon as that was finished, she repeatedly kicked at Sebastian's body until it was lying in a crumpled heap outside of the doors. She knew it was petty, taking out her frustrations and anger on a dead man, but frankly, she didn't really give a damn. If Sebastian didn't want to get kicked around like a piece of trash, he shouldn't have acted like one.
Melissa paused in her work, looking down at herself. Blood from Johnny and Kayla had stained her clothes and she let out a strangled laugh. If someone saw her now...she wondered how they'd react. Probably think she was a killer or something. She laughed again, rubbing at her eyes as she felt the tears come again. 'Why the fuck am I crying? Everything is already over, I've done what I could...there's no reason to cry.'
Sniffing and rubbing at her nose, she took a deep breath. That's right, this was no time for crying. If she was going to survive without hiding behind someone else, she would need to become strong. She needed to have something more than her tears and her hopes to drive her forward. As much fun as it was to believe in the illusion, she needed to come back to reality. She'd have to live in this...travesty and make sure she survived until...until what? Until they got rescued? Fat chance, it hadn't happened in the last three times the odds were low it would happen now.
Well, answering that could always come later. What mattered was the now...and now she had to get ready for the journey ahead. Aislyn's words rang in her mind. 'We'll have to do things we don't want to do, right...?'
Taking her dead companions' things seemed like it was on the right track, but just like how they had taken Samaya's goods, Melissa was going to take Johnny's and Kayla's. They weren't using them and she needed the food. So she rummaged through their packs, taking whatever helpful items she could stuff in her own bag. She took Felicia's yearbook as well, a sad smile gracing her lips as she flipped through it. She marked off Johnny's, Kayla's, and Sebastian's pictures before stuffing it alongside her clothes. 'She'll want this back. I'll have to return it to her.'
And then she picked up the bloodied sword, holding it awkwardly in a one-handed grip. Its weight was unfamiliar and it was definitely heavier than she had expected. But it was a weapon and something she could use to defend herself. That was better than nothing. She gave it a few practice swings, trying to get used to how it moved. It hummed in the air as she slashed it and after a some more practice, she felt comfortable enough to know that she wouldn't accidentally stab herself with it.
And that was it. She was done. She had her supplies, she had her weapon, and she had given whatever respects she could to Johnny and Kayla. Samya...well, Samya could handle herself, she had a revolver. For now, though...she had to leave. She had to get out there, find other people. She wanted to find Jennifer, Peter, Aileen, Rob...any one of her friends would be fine. She needed to find Felicia, give her back her yearbook and offer any more support that she could. She'd even be fine running across Aislyn again...kind of.
She turned to Samya, gave her a weak smile and a wave. "H-Hey I'm...I'm gonna go, okay? Things have been really...messed up so I...I think we all just need some time apart. Good...good luck with everything, okay?"
With that, she ran out of the Infirmary, following the same path that Felicia had taken. 'I can do this...I just have to keep moving forward, right? Step by step....I have to become strong.'
"Strong enough to kill, right?"
Melissa paused. The voice was back. Her voice was back. She shrugged, kept on running. It was annoying. It would always be there. Would she listen to it? She hoped not, but now...now that she had her own path in front of her, she could ignore it. She had other things to do, better things. She wasn't going to give into Danya's sick fantasies, not after what had just happened. It was strange, how this had given her a voice, strengthened her mind. She wanted to talk to someone. She wanted to tell someone about her thoughts, about her dreams, about why this was all happening. Would they listen? She didn't know, but she didn't care.
'I guess. Maybe it'll happen, maybe it won't. For now...just focus on living, defending the people you care about, and finding your friends.'
((Melissa Li continued in Keep On Smiling.))
She didn't expect to see Felicia run out of the infirmary with only her bag and gun. She held out a hand, was about to shout a quick "Hey wait!" but the other girl was moving pretty fast and frankly, Melissa wasn't even certain if Felicia wanted her around at the moment. So she stayed silent and watched the other girl leave. Soon enough, she was all alone with a trio of corpses...more if you counted the already dead kids inside, along with Samya. She blinked.
What was she going to do? It seemed like it was time for all of them to go their separate ways. She had no clue what Samya wanted to do, but at the moment...just hanging around here seemed like a bad, bad idea. It was probably for the best she go but...wait, that meant...
Melissa blinked again. It was time for her to actually take the initiative. All throughout her life and her time on the island, she had followed someone. She had followed the path her parents have paved for her, she had followed Aislyn through their ill-fated trip across the island, and she had been more than willing to listen to Felicia. But now she was alone and ready to take charge. Or...well, attempt to take charge. And there were so many things left to do.
She gulped, looking down at the pathetic, broken bodies of Johnny and Kayla lying outside the infirmary. She wanted to bury them...pay last respects to two kids she had barely known, but had known long enough to realize that they didn't need to die this way. But there was no way she'd be able to do it alone. Digging a pair of graves with nothing but her hands? It would take days and that was time she just didn't have anymore. As for Sebastian...well, he could just go to hell, really. That bastard had caused all of this.
The least she could do is at least take them inside where their bodies wouldn't be ravaged by the elements. Trying very hard to look anywhere besides the gaping wounds on both of the corpses, she dragged both Johnny and Kayla inside, a small trail of blood marking the path. It was harder work than she had expected, but it was finished quickly enough. As soon as that was finished, she repeatedly kicked at Sebastian's body until it was lying in a crumpled heap outside of the doors. She knew it was petty, taking out her frustrations and anger on a dead man, but frankly, she didn't really give a damn. If Sebastian didn't want to get kicked around like a piece of trash, he shouldn't have acted like one.
Melissa paused in her work, looking down at herself. Blood from Johnny and Kayla had stained her clothes and she let out a strangled laugh. If someone saw her now...she wondered how they'd react. Probably think she was a killer or something. She laughed again, rubbing at her eyes as she felt the tears come again. 'Why the fuck am I crying? Everything is already over, I've done what I could...there's no reason to cry.'
Sniffing and rubbing at her nose, she took a deep breath. That's right, this was no time for crying. If she was going to survive without hiding behind someone else, she would need to become strong. She needed to have something more than her tears and her hopes to drive her forward. As much fun as it was to believe in the illusion, she needed to come back to reality. She'd have to live in this...travesty and make sure she survived until...until what? Until they got rescued? Fat chance, it hadn't happened in the last three times the odds were low it would happen now.
Well, answering that could always come later. What mattered was the now...and now she had to get ready for the journey ahead. Aislyn's words rang in her mind. 'We'll have to do things we don't want to do, right...?'
Taking her dead companions' things seemed like it was on the right track, but just like how they had taken Samaya's goods, Melissa was going to take Johnny's and Kayla's. They weren't using them and she needed the food. So she rummaged through their packs, taking whatever helpful items she could stuff in her own bag. She took Felicia's yearbook as well, a sad smile gracing her lips as she flipped through it. She marked off Johnny's, Kayla's, and Sebastian's pictures before stuffing it alongside her clothes. 'She'll want this back. I'll have to return it to her.'
And then she picked up the bloodied sword, holding it awkwardly in a one-handed grip. Its weight was unfamiliar and it was definitely heavier than she had expected. But it was a weapon and something she could use to defend herself. That was better than nothing. She gave it a few practice swings, trying to get used to how it moved. It hummed in the air as she slashed it and after a some more practice, she felt comfortable enough to know that she wouldn't accidentally stab herself with it.
And that was it. She was done. She had her supplies, she had her weapon, and she had given whatever respects she could to Johnny and Kayla. Samya...well, Samya could handle herself, she had a revolver. For now, though...she had to leave. She had to get out there, find other people. She wanted to find Jennifer, Peter, Aileen, Rob...any one of her friends would be fine. She needed to find Felicia, give her back her yearbook and offer any more support that she could. She'd even be fine running across Aislyn again...kind of.
She turned to Samya, gave her a weak smile and a wave. "H-Hey I'm...I'm gonna go, okay? Things have been really...messed up so I...I think we all just need some time apart. Good...good luck with everything, okay?"
With that, she ran out of the Infirmary, following the same path that Felicia had taken. 'I can do this...I just have to keep moving forward, right? Step by step....I have to become strong.'
"Strong enough to kill, right?"
Melissa paused. The voice was back. Her voice was back. She shrugged, kept on running. It was annoying. It would always be there. Would she listen to it? She hoped not, but now...now that she had her own path in front of her, she could ignore it. She had other things to do, better things. She wasn't going to give into Danya's sick fantasies, not after what had just happened. It was strange, how this had given her a voice, strengthened her mind. She wanted to talk to someone. She wanted to tell someone about her thoughts, about her dreams, about why this was all happening. Would they listen? She didn't know, but she didn't care.
'I guess. Maybe it'll happen, maybe it won't. For now...just focus on living, defending the people you care about, and finding your friends.'
((Melissa Li continued in Keep On Smiling.))
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