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The leadership houses, while smaller than the manor house, are no less extravagant. Each one of the six seems to be competing with its neighbor to be as eye-catching as possible, with many different multicolored designs painted across and decorations adorning them. While the insides all share the same layouts, many different modifications have been made by the former occupants; some have added different furniture items, while some have gone so far as to redecorate the entire interiors of their houses, including one where the interior wall was removed and all seating and beds replaced with cushions.
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>> Ivy Langley continued, temporally, from she’s ripping wings off of butterflies

Time was passing. Ivy didn’t know how long, or care. However long it had been had done nothing to soothe the desperate ache in her side. She tried keeping her breathing shallow, but that began to make her lightheaded, and forced her to take a deep breath that felt like her lungs were pushing her ribcage apart. Stabbing agony, white stars in her vision, every sob making it worse until she could soothe herself into quiet again. She gave up, let herself breathe normally, pressed her fingernails desperately into her palms with every exhale. It hurt less, that way, but less was a relative term.

It hurt so fucking much she couldn’t find the words to describe it. She didn’t want the words. The words might make it worse, somehow. She couldn’t imagine worse and she didn’t want to do that, either.

She’d remembered, through her pain fugue, given time. Remembered where they were and why they were here. Separated her dreams from her reality. It almost didn’t matter, anymore, she was too tired, exhausted by heaving sobs and the pain that wracked her body, so what? So what, they were on Survival of the Fittest. So what, they were going to die. Was she not dying already? It felt that way. Dying couldn’t be worse than this. It was hard to feel much of anything when every expression of emotion, every movement, practically every thought, it seemed like, was rewarded by an extra dose of torment.

So what, she kept thinking.

So what?

So what to anything?

She would have done anything, in that moment, to have fallen asleep and not woken up.



Given time, the pain… didn’t fade. But she became more numb to it, enough that she could move, slightly, pulling herself slowly, slowly, fingers digging into the carpet desperate for purchase, to a sitting position. She took a breathe deeper than she should have, and it hurt, but not so much that she started crying again.

It was a start. The unfortunate thing about this particular start was it meant she had to face reality.

The bags. They were hers. She loathed them immediately, having tripped over one some uncountable amount of time prior, but she didn’t imagine her loathing was of much use in this particular situation. One was full of supplies. Her vague recollections of that horrible demonstration came back to her, blood and bits of broken skull and brain matter, she swallowed hard, her throat was still so dry. Water. There was water. She took a long gulp and placed the bottle back with the rest of her things. God, she would kill for some wine—would she? Would she really? Not funny. Her hands kept shaking. She remembered, more importantly, the supplies, the bag. Food and water, a map, first aid. The weapon.

The weapon? She searched her bag for a weapon and found nothing. The only thing out of place was a bottle of industrial bleach. She wanted to say she couldn’t imagine how that could qualify as a weapon. She would be lying. Of course she could. She could imagine pouring half the gallon directly onto Julien’s face. Industrial bleach was caustic, he’d go blind, chemical burns, maybe, that counted as a weapon, right? Hard to use but still a weapon. Right? That wasn’t funny, either, but maybe it wasn’t supposed to be. She wouldn’t do that. Right?

Why not?

Questions she didn’t feel like answering right now. Ideally she’d never see him again and it wouldn’t matter. She imagined him on that stage where Ms. Garcia had sat and she felt like throwing up but that would probably hurt too.

She pulled the other bag over, not daring to move from where she sat. Lighter but still pretty bulky. Softer. She opened it and found several changes of clothes, a bottle of lemon-lime Gatorade and a Kit Kat bar from the vending museum at the hotel, everything that had been stuffed into the smallest suitcase that she’d been forced to keep at her feet on the bus. And beneath those, the things that had been in her purse. Makeup. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, lip gloss, concealer. Travel-sized deodorant. Breath mints. Her perfume was, unaccountably, missing, and unsurprisingly her phone was as well. Everything else was there.

She pulled out a light pink blouse, considering changing into something thinner with the heat—she shrugged off her cardigan as she had been wearing as she considered it, only just remembering its presence, wrinkling her nose as sweat stuck the fabric to her arms—and found something else tucked underneath it.

A photobooth printout, from when they’d gone shopping in DC. She remembered. One of those days that started miserably, but it was impossible to tell from the way their smiles stretched their faces. You should find Myles, Julien had said, and she’d sat here wallowing in her own suffering for God knew how long since.

There were a million questions she could ask herself about him, about her, about this game, about what would happen next, but she did not, could not. Would not. Refused. She loved him and she would find him and that was all that mattered.

She had to stand up for that, though. She grabbed the side of the bed, hoping for the best, considering she had hardly noticed the pain for the last couple of distracted moments, and

the moment she attempted to lift herself she crashed backward into the wall, knocking the breath from her lungs yet again, her body sinking helplessly to the floor. And it hurt so fucking much, her side, her eye, but this time, even though every breath wracked her body, she let herself cry.
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My bitch like Mara
She kill for a tiara

Said I need a chick like Montalvo
Shoot a trick for my cargo

My bitch like Mara
And y’know that mean she wit it
Last one standin’
Survival of the Baddest Bitches
- Block Warrior Unlucky; Beauty Queenz
There was a rap lyric for everything.

That maxim had been an undeniable truth for as long as he could’ve remembered. It seemed like such a childish idea now, right? That would be poets would serve up platitudes and cliches and he’d chew and swallow them and commit them to memory as if they meant something. Why? Because they rhymed? As if that said anything.

Putting your thoughts over a snare drum didn’t make you Socrates and that truth screamed at him from the corner of his heart.

And what’s the truth worth now?

What’s the truth worth here?

And what could you possibly do about it?


[[ B10: Ace “Beats” Ortega - GAME START ]]

Survival of the Fittest had been more concept than concrete in his life up to this point. It seemed so crazy, didn’t it? Boogey-men terrorists sabotaging senior trips and forcing teenagers into murder, because, uh...reasons. How could it happen to his class? How could it happen to him? George Hunter was a safe school in a safe neighborhood filled with safe kids. Were they shady? Sure, some of ‘em, maybe most. Were they violent or criminal? Fuck outta here

This didn’t happen to a school like his..

This didn’t happen to someone like him.

He chuckled to himself, unable to help it--how stupid could he be? What made him so special?

You thought it was really happening, huh?

You thought it was smooth sailing from here, didn’t you?

Get the glory, get the girl and then get the gold at the other end of the rainbow…

It’s all you ever wanted or worked for...

What does that matter now?

What does that matter here?


He inhaled.

He felt an anxiousness in his core as his senses came more to the forefront of his mind. He was scared, he knew that, but he had been scared before and fear was fuel. Fear gave gazelles enough speed to outrun cheetahs and mothers enough strength to lift cars to save their children. Fear was like fire, it could burn you up and leave you a pile of dirt and ash, smoke and nothing.

But like fire, fear could also save you, fear could keep you warm, fear could keep you safe.

He exhaled.

In this moment, perhaps because there was no other choice available, Ace felt himself gifted with insight and perspective. He couldn’t panic, not yet. He had to stay strong, at least for a little while longer.

He wanted to live, he wanted to go home.

That was the only truth he knew.

That was the only truth that mattered.

~~~

He had woken up close by, near another house, outside, slumped against the foundation. He sat there with his eyes closed longer than he should’ve, breathing slow, taking in his body and trying to slow his racing heart. He didn’t check the bag or his weapon, already making promises in his mind that he doubted he could keep. He promised just the same. Why? Did a promise mean anything? Could it out here? How many people would turn to violence? How many people were that desperate?

Ain’t that a funny word, desperate?

Do you really believe that everybody won’t kill everybody out here?

Are you that naive?

Are you that desperate to hold onto any semblance of normalcy?

Shit.

Fuck.

Oh God.

I am.

Well fuck it, nothing’s changed then.

Fake it till you make it…

It’s just another game, right? Play your way. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.


In football if you were thinking you were losing. It was a game of strategy on the sidelines but instinct on the field. The running back position required speed and toughness but it also required vision and anticipation. Ace felt like this was gameday, if he thought on the play, if he worried about reading the defense...it was sure that the play would blow up in his face. If he let his body do the work, if he was present and in the moment..

Could anyone out here beat him with open field in front of him?

Keep a cool head, find Meilin, find allies, protect them and wait it out.

If we’re gonna die, let’s all die together, right? How fuckin’ bonkers is that but fuck it.

Don’t give ‘em a winner. Give a middle finger to this whole shit. Be bigger than ourselves, like those monks who light themselves on fire or whatever.

Don’t give ‘em the satisfaction.

Make them fuckin’ kill us.

Fuckin’ bastards.


That was too crazy to lead with right? But that was future Ace’s problem, he didn’t want to think about that shit at all. Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, instant by instant--any other approach out here was suicide.

He had walked about three houses down before he decided to enter one. A whim, a stupid thought, whatever. Keep it moving and keep ‘em guessing. There were principles in life he could apply out here but he wasn’t unprepared. His momma didn’t raise no fool.

The entrance to the home creaked as he opened it and he stepped lightly with intention.

His eyes darted around and his ears perked up. Nothing worth fighting and nothing worth noting...until he heard it. It was faint but behind a door ahead it reached his ears, a whimper and a cry. Desperate and pained.

A girl…?

He instinctively ran towards the door and turned the handle quickly, shouting a name somewhere between a plea and a prayer…

“Mei! That you?”, he burst it open and quickly followed suit, “It’s okay! It’s Ace! You’re safe! It’s Ace!”

He paused as he approached the bed and turned a corner, revealing the prone form of the crying voice…

It wasn’t Meilin.

“Ivy…? What the fuck, holy shit, what the fuck, what happened?”

He said without thinking, he couldn’t say the same thing for the next words out his mouth...

“Who did this?”
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Ivy didn't hear the footsteps. Not really. Maybe she did, and just didn't have the wherewithal to do anything about them, right now. Maybe she just hoped whoever it was left her alone. It didn't matter, really. It had mattered for a few minutes when she'd managed to dig some semblance of herself out from underneath the pain, but that hadn't lasted long. Maybe this was just what the rest of her life was going to be, curled up in this corner alone with a bottle of bleach and a fucking Kit Kat. Maybe that was for the best.

She did hear the voice, muffled by the wall and by her own heavy breathing and barely stifled sobs. She couldn't make out the words, but she recognized the voice well enough to know it was a guy and no more. It wasn't Myles, she knew, it was probably Julien, she knew it wasn't Julien but it was still somehow probably him or Tyrell or Bret or someone else who would be happy to break more of her bones and she wanted them to leave because if she was going to feel sorry for herself she would prefer to be alive a little bit longer to do it, thank you very much. She tried to hold her breath but made the mistake of trying to take a decent-sized breath first because she kept forgetting her newfound limitations because those limitations were stupid. She did hear the footsteps, then. Too close.

The door burst open and she tried to move away but she was already backed against the wall, cornered again, but it wasn't like she could move much anyway. She didn't scream because that would require too much breath in her lungs. All she got was a panicked whimper as she pressed her back against the wall, grabbing the nearest bag and covering herself with it, as though that would do anything at all. She heard him speak, speak his name, step into the room.

... She knew him. Not Julien or Tyrell or Bret. Not Myles or Wyatt or Max either.

Just Ace. Ace Ortega. From the football team. He had nice arms and a sweet smile and felt too innocent for his own good, always, too much effort to actively pursue but still a tempting option, Wyatt's good friend. That Ace. Yeah, she knew him.

Ivy tried to steady her breathing, enough that she could make words, considering that Ace had just asked her two extremely pertinent questions. She put the bag back down beside her, opened her mouth to speak, took a shuddering breath.

She wondered how she looked to him. How pathetic, how sad. Ivy Langley reduced to this. He wasn't even looking for her. He'd said a name she hadn't recognized. He was probably disappointed.

Her shoulders were shaking. She could hold back tears for the moment, but her cheeks were already wet.

"Hi," she whispered, because that was the best she could do.
"Well, Fenris, the King of Gossip. We meet again."
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The initial anger, sadness, fear...

B025 - Declyn Grayson-Anthis: START

It was all there.

It was all still there, the pace of his footsteps suggesting alarm. All still there, scraping at his skin, begging, oh please, begging to escape. But the snake of agony was locked away in a tiny cage, the key nowhere to be found. Buried. It had gotten a taste of the sweet freedom, earlier, when Declyn had awoken. Awoken outside where the taste and smell of the sea had hit him, droplets of sweat welling up on his forehead and other parts of his body.

Once he had opened his eyes, that’s when the snake raised its fangs.

He wanted an advantage. Anything. Assurance that this sick game, this special kind of hell, wouldn’t leave his skin with a coat of dread.

Would it turn paper thin? Would it harden?

The feeling of his own heartbeat in his throat was comforting. He was still alive. Declyn put his hand against the side of his neck, squeezing it, panting, running, sucking in a deep breath, his feet not stopping, the duffle bag bumping against him at a one-second interval with each step before at one point during this blind movement, it slowly, smoothly, turned into a two-second interval, into three, into none.

He reached a stunning house and looked up at it, his eyes swollen, red, his hair pushed back. He wanted to get out of the heat and humid breeze, find a quiet and secure place where he’d allow himself to have some time to think—if that was possible.

The gun inside his bag made it feel much heavier than it really was. Just knowing it was in there and knowing that there was no way he was the only one with a gun, knowing that people were going to use it against each other made him feel a sort of pain that the Ibuprofen he had taken earlier could not take away. The item he kept closest was the small pair of scissors from the first aid kit. Those he kept in his pants pocket.

He put the duffle bag down and unzipped it while the other bag was secured around his back, fiddling with the zipper when it got stuck, his fingers shaking ever so slightly until he was successful.

Did it make sense to keep the gun in there?

He touched it, lingering before he pulled it out in a swift motion, just a moment after he had thought that his ears were playing a trick on him.

A voice?

It clearly was. Declyn could hear a male voice calling out to someone, which led him to pick his bag back up, carefully swinging it over his shoulder to follow the noises, jogging towards the door it was coming from, a hint of hope visible on his face. He didn’t recognize it from this distance and once he got close he slowed down again.

It probably wasn't the wisest choice to hold the gun in front of him when he stood in the doorway, scanning the scene to figure out what was going on, but that's what happened anyway.
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“Uh...hi.”

He placed his own bags down with a plop on either side of him.

She didn’t answer his questions but he got a better look at her...she looked rough. Like she had just done the Oklahoma Drill with Wyatt (and no, that wasn’t a euphemism). She looked so small, so frail...had she always? Never. This was Ivy Langley, cheer captain and prom queen. She had a reputation. Ace had never played like the rest of the guys on the football team and gone for the cheerleader types...he knew better. High school had been a stepping stone and girls like Ivy? They were the type to hold you back and get you distracted, if he had gone the Connor route and dated someone like her his Sophomore year he would’ve had a 2 year old to go along with his athletic scholarship. Fuck that.

Girls like Ivy didn’t really like guys like Ace, they just liked their varsity jackets.

But what’s a girl like Ivy on murder fuckin’ island?

Damn homie, in high school you was the man homie…

What the fuck happened to you?


Promiscuous, privileged, pretty and pink in other moments Ivy instead looked pummelled, pathetic and pleading in this one. She stared at him with eyes desperate for kindness and Beats felt himself all too reminded by the reality of the situation…

She ain’t a girl like Ivy anymore and I ain’t a guy like me.

We’re all just kids out here. Scared, small, itty bitty witty, little fuckin’ kids.


He heard footsteps and his body hit the b button and spun with the quickness to see--uh, D something? Dylan? Declyn! He wasn’t a recognizable face off rip but he wasn’t a threat either, a smaller kid and less athletic and as long as he didn’t have a gu--

He had a gun. A gat. A ratchet. The strap. Rat-tat-tat, click-clack--tat-tat-tat! The tool was out and Ace felt his blood turn cold.

He raised his hands up in the air like Declyn was the goddamn popo.

“Hey, yo, hey, chill, dude, not cool, chill, yo,” he stammered, ever the diplomat, “Put that thing away bro, we’re not gonna hurt anybody, it’s cool, we’re cool, just a couple of cool people cooling it being cool.”

Shut.

The.

Fuck.

UP!
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When she’d thought about getting abducted, and she’d thought about it quite significantly if she were being honest, she had no idea it would happen like this. There weren’t even any Aliens here!


[G34 - Amelia Fischer Game Start]


She’d been walking for quite a long time by now it felt like. She woke up alone nearby a lake a few hours ago. It was odd, she felt unusually calm when she awoke. She remembered everything, her vice principal being killed, the horrible messages on the screen… but for some reason she didn’t cry or feel afraid. She just felt numb all over. Maybe that was why, it hadn’t sunk in yet. She wasn’t sure, but for some reason being calm made her more uncomfortable that if she’d been a crying blubbery mess.

She went through the duffel bag they had assigned her as soon as she found it. It had been laying a few feet from her, marked ‘G34’. Amelia guessed that was her, it wasn’t like she could see anyone else around. She opened it and began to dig through its contents. She found a map and compass first, both of which she was grateful for. She thanked her grandfather silently for teaching her how to use these kinds of things. There was also some ‘food’ if that’s what you could call it, and some water. Then her hand touched something cold and metallic and she hesitated.

They’d said that they were all assigned some sort of weapon, right?

She didn’t want to think about that.

But still…

She swallowed the lump in her throat and pulled the metal object free from the confines of the bag. When she saw what it was she almost dropped it in fear.

A GUN!

She felt her hands shaking as she held the thing, rotating it around so she could get a good look at it. It looked very strange to her. She hadn’t seen many guns, but she thought they were supposed to only have one place where the bullets came out? This gun had two. Really, it looked like someone had smushed two guns together and came out with this one. It was heavy in her had, but not too much. She could carry it around without getting tired, she thought.

She found ammo and a user manual in the bag as well. She spent a few moments getting familiar with the thing. It was called a Arsenal Firearms AF2011-A1 Second Century. That was a long name, so Amelia decided she’d just call it an Arsenal. That was easier, in her mind. She read up on how to load it, and did so. The loud click it made when the magazine slipped into place made her flinch a bit.

That was hours ago.

Now she was at a building. The map said she was at the ‘Inner Circle’ of the island. That was good. She was hoping to find herself some shelter. And she figured if there was anywhere she had a chance to run into someone she knew it would be in a building. After all, it was very hot outside and most people would want to be in the shade, right? Gun in hand, she creeped into the building. She could feel her heart racing as she made her way through the doorway and into the enclosed space. The air was heavy, and all she could hear was her own heavy breathing.

Ahead of her she heard some noise that sounded like people talking. She took a deep breath and resigned herself to the task at hand. She just had to go for it and see who it was. She spun the corner and almost dropped the gun again in surprise. But soon the surprise was superseded by joy as she ran over to the boy she couldn’t mistake for anyone else in the world.

“Declyn!” She shouted as she threw her arms around the boy in a tackle-hug. She felt her eyes well up a bit. She was so happy to have found him.

“I’m so happy you’re okay! You’re here! You’re here!” she chanted with joy and relief.

Feeling eyes on her, she turned to see that they were not alone. There was another boy there, he was very handsome, and there was a girl with pink hair who looked hurt!

“Oh no! Are you okay?! What happened?” she let go of Declyn and held her hand up to her mouth in shock and worry.
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He dropped his things. That meant... what, exactly? Ivy wasn't used to her thoughts running so slowly. She felt like she was wading through mud. He had pretty eyes, he probably always had, but all she saw in them was pity, which was good, maybe. Better pity than anger, better pity than hate, better pity than the icy nothing she'd seen in Julien's the moments before his fist made contact with her eye. She put her hand over her eye, suddenly hyper-aware of it, the pain there muted by the worse pains elsewhere; she felt tenderness, and swelling, though not enough to affect her version. There was a mirror in her bag, somewhere, she had to check, she looked like garbage, she'd already practically forgotten Ace was there despite never taking her eyes off him. Everything was swaying. What would happen to her, if she closed her eyes?

She heard the footsteps, this time, but didn't have the energy to panic. She let Ace worry for her. There was a gun. There was... Declyn?

Declyn. She recognized the hair. She remembered prom, him and Myles holding hands, she'd helped Myles pick out flowers.

The reality of the situation only seemed to hit her in bits and pieces, fragments glued together by pain. Declyn was real. Myles liked him. Myles would be sad when he died and so would she because he was a real person right in front of her and she remembered Ms. Garcia again and she might have puked if there had been anything in her stomach.

There was a gun, too, but that seemed less important. Then there was another girl, who was also less important. She recognized the face but not the name. She was looking at her, worried. Time felt compressed, everything all at once, she wanted to be alone. She was terrified of being alone. Please don't leave, she said, but only with her eyes, because the words would be too pathetic.

There were questions still hanging unanswered in the air but when Ivy tried to speak her voice cracked into silence. She tried again.

"Julien," she murmured, an honest answer, at least, to everything. She had a gun, too. There were a lot of those, it seemed like. She ignored them, eyes only for Ace at the moment, the tallest and strongest of them. Her voice carried a touch of its usual authority, muffled by pain and pleading. "Help me up?"
"Well, Fenris, the King of Gossip. We meet again."
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((Lori Martin start))

Lori heard the voices. She had woken up not far away under a mural painted on the exterior of one of the houses. It said

"What you are looking for is within you!"

At this moment she was slicing the top of her forearm open with a sharp rock. Not too deeply, but enough to draw blood. She pushed the skin around the cut, causing attention-getting red to well up faster to the surface and spill over.

After she had woken up and managed to shake the fog of the drugs, she had cried as quietly as she could. It wasn't fair, yet it was totally like her for this to happen. What a fucking joke life was. Her mascara had run, leaving roads of black streaking down her face. It would be difficult to get anyone to give her the benefit of the doubt: people hated her. Sometimes she felt it was because they were stupid and didn't like her drive, but other times she felt it was because she really was that miserable and unlovable a person.

To top it off, she'd gotten LSD as a weapon. She was totally fucked unless she found someone else with a weapon. But with people biased against her at first sight, what could she do?

She threw the rock as far as she could into some foliage and wobbled up, staggering towards the voices.

Lori ran into the home, following the sounds and found people that she even knew. Whether or not that would be an advantage or a disadvantage remained to be seen.

"Ivy! Ace! She...." Lori gulped. "Paloma....."

Paloma was a bitch anyway and she deserved the bad wrap. She probably would have done it and there was a good chance she'd been a psycho to someone else, so this wasn't even pinning something false on her. It was just pinning it on her in advance. Lori clutched her arm, spreading the blood around. Lori looked over at the scene.

Ugh, Ivy was soaking up her sympathy. Her injury looked like smaller potatoes in comparison, but that was okay! She could work with this.

"Ivy, you're even worse off than me," she gasped.
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“I won’t!,” Declyn quickly raised his strained and slightly hoarse voice over Ace’s. “I— I’m— It’s okay. I’m not going to shoot.... I’m not.” He was holding the gun higher and angled it to the side so it was not pointing at them anymore, not lowering it yet.

He knew Ace. Not well, but he knew about him. A strand of the eye-catching reddish-pink hair was enough to identify the girl next to the bed as Ivy. A very rough looking Ivy. His heart sank immediately and he wanted to cry, for her, but all that he could do was let out a desperate huff.

So the arms that appeared around him next were very welcomed.

He flinched at the sudden impact of Amelia’s weight but once his body recognized the warm familiarity of the hug, he touched her arm with his free hand only to pull her closer, his lips tight shut with a small smile tugging at the corners. Amelia, best alien hunter and alien-hunting partner, mind you. Always willing to listen to his time travel rambles too. Good times, memories he would always hold onto, days that seemed too far away. One could say that the past didn’t matter now, but Declyn knew it did. He was standing here, breathing, his blood pumping through his body, his head trying hard to focus. Despite everything, no matter what that Danya guy had said, Declyn’s mind belonged to himself and he was still himself. He was not willing to be their plaything.

Amelia shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be here, Ivy shouldn’t be here. None of them should be here on this island. Not Drew, not Lorenzo, not Camilla, not Myles, not Jonah, not Kayla. Not his boyfriend. Not Cecil. No one should be going through this.

So what was it going to be?

He was scared, just like everyone else.

He kept his hand on her arm when she pulled away.

“I’m so glad you’re okay....,” he said, almost breathless, the pace of his chest rising up and down increasing.

He could only shake his head at the mention of Julien’s name and dropped his duffle bag when Lori came running towards the room. His eyes widened at the sight of her wound that looked rather fresh to him. Was there anyone else right outside the house? Paloma? Next, he checked her hands. No visible weapon. He hadn't checked Amelia's.

“Wait, okay—,” Declyn used his foot to push his bag into the room, moving with it in the process to get out of the doorway. “Come in. I think we should close the door for now, yeah?”
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The situation went from immediately life threatening to slightly less but still very life threatening in what seemed like an instant. The effects were not as such on Ace. All that time outside, breathing with his eyes closed to slow down that racing heart and there it was, back with avengence--Ace Andretti.

There was a lot going on, the arrival of a new girl he didn’t recognize--a heavily armed girl he didn’t recognize but who immediately took Declyn into an embrace. It calmed him but only slightly, his leg still shaking and it all becoming far too clear that he was in over his head. He hadn’t even checked his weapon and two people had come in strapped like a seat belt...this shit was nuts.

You thought Survival of the Fittest would be chillin’, huh? That we’d ease into Killah Killah Island? Just get our feet wet with a little assault before movin' on to rape and murder and dismemberment and torture?

Legs still shaking his eyes turned to Ivy who still looked a lot younger and vulnerable than he had ever seen her. She had been fucked up and less than 4 houses down from where he had been sleeping. How did he not hear her? How lucky was he that he hadn't been the one getting beat down? He had been out there fuckin’ meditatin’ and she had been getting her teeth kicked in. That was wrong. It made him think about what could be happening to Meilin, if she was like Ivy now, wounded and hurt and crying and scared and alone. It made bile come up from the depths of his core.

“Julien?”

LeBlanc did this? To you?

Now, a girl whooping Ivy, he could see...but Julien was a six foot, fuckin’ dude. That was crazy, that was bonkers. What could Ivy had done? Did she attack him? She barely seemed awake! Well, he supposed that went with the black eye...but really? Julien? Ace didn’t know the guy but he didn’t seem the Chris Brown type--this game hadn’t even really begun and big dudes like Julien were beating up little girls like Ivy?

I mean, she was, well, fuck it, call a spade a spade...Ivy was the Prom Queen she wasn’t Miss Congeniality. How threatening could she be though, really? She was like 5 foot flat. Hide her stuff in a tall locker and move on, sticks and stones.

She asked for help and he quickly got out of his fear mode--he was the biggest and strongest dude here right now, right? He couldn’t be scared, he had to be brave and he had to be strong. If you were breathing out here you were achieving out here. People, small people, hurt people...they were all scared and they’d be looking for someone to help. He could be that, couldn’t he? It’d at least let him not focus on his own anxiety so fuckin’ much.

He gulped as he gently helped Ivy up and felt her lean into him--already he had been face to face with guns and now had a wounded girl clinging to him. She had done it before, hadn’t she? She was always touchy feely and he had never really trusted it. It felt different now, he felt the entirety of her weight pressing into him and her legs shake and wobble a bit as he helped her keep balance. His own leg stopped shaking, mostly out of necessity.

He was going to die out here, wasn’t he?

Weren't you planning that anyway in some hair brained way?

Call a spade a spade, huh?


Speaking of which...here came Lori Martin, another cheerleader. Cheerleaders were usually nice to football players because, well, if they weren’t they probably were kicked off the team or something. It wasn’t right, but thems were the breaks? Like, not explicitly stated, but it’s Tennessee and football ran shit their side of the Mason-Dixon. Lori didn’t follow through with all that jazz but she hadn’t never ever been a problem for Ace.

She was very…passionate and that was a little too much, the type of person who made him grateful for headph--

Shit.

My headphones.

They took my friggin’ music.

Fuck! Goddamn it! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Godfuckinshitdamn it!


Lori had blood on her forearm, smeared all over her arm...it looked pretty nasty but probably a lot more blood than cut. Paloma did this? Five foot nothing Paloma? To...well, Lori was a big girl and not in the rap music video way. How’d Paloma do that? How’d she look? Lori was built like a Weeble-Wobble, she wobbled but she didn’t fall down.

I need to stop, this is too fuckin’ much...shit.

“H-hey Lori,” he finally muttered and waved weakly, “And, uh, yeah, let’s please close the door because if another armed person busts in this shit Imma have a straight up heart attack.”
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Amelia watched with a worried gaze as the handsome boy helped the pink haired girl try and stand up. The girl looked like she was in really bad shape. It had taken her a moment, but Amelia realized that she actually recognised the girl from school. She’d seen her in the halls plenty of times. That pink hair was pretty hard to miss, after all. Even so, she wasn’t one hundred percent on the girl’s name. The same went for the boy helping her; Amelia had no idea who he was. Then again, those seemed like the least important details right now. This girl was hurt, and that meant someone had hurt her, right?

Amelia understood that much, at least.

Amelia felt uncomfortable all of a sudden. She looked down at her hand and saw that the knuckles on her right hand were ash white from how tightly she was holding the Arsenal. Amelia took a step back and used her free hand to grab onto the hem of Declyn’s shirt, pulling at it lightly. She released a heavy sigh. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath. Being next to Declyn made her feel more calm.

Suddenly another person burst onto the scene. She had a huge gash in her arm, and it was covered in blood. Amelia stared at the wound in horror. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. The cut looked fresh, and the blood was still spilling out of her arm rapidly. Amelia felt her stomach tighten. Now two people were injured. This new girl (Lori, as she found out from the boy Ace’s comment), and the pink haired girl (Ivy as she was made aware by Lori) both were badly injured, and it had only been a few hours.

What would happen after a day?

Or three?

Would all the people in this room even still be alive by then?

Amelia shook the thoughts from her mind. C’mon Amelia, she thought. She wasn’t scared of any alien, so she wasn’t going to let herself be scared of her classmates. Even if it was true that she didn’t really know all of them all that well, she didn’t think there were any really bad people. After all, they’d always been decent to her. Well, at least she thought so. Dolly would always disagree. A sudden pang in her chest reminded her that Dolly must have been here somewhere too.

She really hoped she’d be able to see her again.

“Um… Miss Lori?” She called out quietly.

“Let me help you with your cut… okay?” she put her bag down and unzipped it, pulling the first aid kit out. She held out her hand and smiled at the obviously also frightened and hurt girl, trying her best to seem strong.

“It’s okay! You’re safe now.”
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This counted as an improvement. Improvements were relative, today. They probably would be for the rest of her life, Ivy thought, and then tried not to.

Ace made himself useful, as she expected he would; she had to lean practically all of her body weight into him, but she was able to at least drag herself, slowly, off the floor, jaw clenched with the expectation of pain. She was surprised to find the pain actually lessened somewhat as her body straightened up. Evidentally the way she'd sat, hunched over, sulking, was putting more pressure on her injuries. Not that it stopped hurting when she stood, not that she didn't still need Ace keeping her steady, but it was better. She thought to put her arm around his shoulder for support, but trying to raise her arm that high gave her warning pains, a swift reminder of how much worse things had been only moments before and could easily be again. Instead she clung to his arm, pressed tight against him.

It felt familiar. Familiar like a scene from a movie she'd watched a dozen times. Near to her heart but filtered through a camera lens, a thousand miles away.

She wanted to check her bag again, the personal one, see what else was inside, maybe just look at those photos again, but maybe that wouldn't be helpful, but the bag was on the floor and leaning over seemed like a dangerous enterprise. The pain in her side had deadened slightly. The pain in her eye became worse, because of course it did. She gingerly moved her hand to her side, applying next to no pressure, wondering, what had he done? She'd heard a crack. A rib, then? Nothing else was there to break. Lori had been out for six weeks with a broken rib, sophomore year, some overeager freshman with braids and braces stepped out of position and kicked her in the chest. It had been very funny, at the time. Six weeks. She didn't have six weeks.

Think of the devil, evidently, and the devil would appear.

Lori arrived on the scene in the most Lori manner possible, which was to say loudly and where she was very much unwanted. She had a cut on her arm and was freaking out about it because she was the type of girl who'd never learned the meaning of the word "dignity" and didn't care to. Not that sitting slumped in a corner holding a one-girl pity party had been the most dignified performance of her life, but she hadn't exactly invited an audience. Paloma, Lori said, and sure. Maybe it was Paloma. Maybe Lori had run into a bush on the way here. Paloma was a temperamental bitch at the best of times, so it didn't strike Ivy as a wholly unrealistic impossibility, but it wasn't like it mattered much to her.

Incredible how quickly a dose of loathing could clear your head.

She glanced around the room, again, taking in the important bits that had evaded her. Declyn, gun. Amelia, gun. Ace, nothing that she had seen. Same for Lori. Amelia was a wildcard of the ditzy harmless variety. Declyn she hardly knew well enough to call a friend, but friendly, certainly, even though every time she looked at him there was a pain in her chest that a broken rib couldn't explain.

She opened her mouth to speak, her voice still quiet and hoarse from crying, but she was pleased by how easily her words soured in her mouth regardless.

"How unfortunate." She smiled at Lori. Mistake. She winced as the movement pushed the skin around her eyes. Still, she recovered.

"You're right. I am." She wanted to nod at Lori's injury, but more movement seemed ill-advised. "So? Where's Paloma?"
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[V7] [x] [x] [x]
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Image[G014] Apollonia "Nia" Karahalios - T-R-I-E-D.
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"How unfortunate," said Ivy.

"Back atcha," shot Lori glancing sidelong at Ivy as Lori obeyed Ace and Declyn's request and carefully closed the door behind her.

She was startled to see Amelia offering her help and also referring to her as "miss." Lori searched the girl to see if she was making fun of her in some way. Amelia seemed earnest, which was a little weird, but she wasn't going to say no to the help. She wasn't used to getting offers of help and it wasn't going to play into her narrative if she swatted this girl away.

"Um.....oh-okay," she said, putting her bag down, sitting by the girl and holding out her arm. "Th-thanks," she said, still startled that someone was offering to do something for her. She was momentarily lost in the daze of possible friendship when she remembered Ivy's follow-up question.

"Fuck if I know, I ran through the forest away from her. When I looked back she was nowhere. I got a Slap Chop that I threw at that bitch. Like, SLAP, CHOP," she said, karate chopping the air with the hand on her uninjured arm.
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Once the door was closed, Declyn waited for the moment he'd feel safe.

It didn't happen.

To live meant to embrace chaos but sometimes your arms weren't long enough.

He noticed a camera out of the corner of his eyes and he chose to ignore it and yet his mind was suddenly super aware of it, aware of the many people who were going to see them, hear them, mourn, cheer. He didn't want to look at it but the piece of metal around his neck was more than enough of a reminder.

Declyn wanted to push his bag further into the room while Amelia seemed ready to help Lori, but he missed, stumbled, and eventually managed to catch his balance before his tired legs almost dragged him down to the floor. The last time he had run so much was..... yeah! Been a while, eh? PE to him usually meant doing the bare minimum of what was required to not fail the class. Unlike all of his other classes. Nevertheless, he would always still try his best.

He crouched down in a personal defeat, letting the other bag on his back plop onto the floor with an audible thump before adjusting it so it wouldn’t look too slumped and depressing. He put his gun down as well, next to it, noting that Amelia had one too. He pursed his lips slightly in thought and rubbed his eye with one finger before forcing himself to get back up.

Unfortunate indeed, he added in his mind at the other's remark. Just, at everything.

He watched Lori’s short karate performance, his brain putting the scene in the folder called sothathappened.mp4s. “Like the ones from the ad??” he asked curiously. Of course, they had to get creative. Was Paloma hurt, too? What about Julien? He had a lot of questions but he didn’t want to throw them out there all at once since treating their wounds was more important to him.

“Sorry for scaring you, by the way.” He apologized to Ace.

"We should take a look at this...." His tone showed concern and he motioned at his own side when he looked at Ivy. He was basically asking her to take off or lift her shirt. "Wanna lie down on the bed?”
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He had always taken refuge in groups.

He wasn’t a loser but he wasn’t a social butterfly either and his pride served as a protector that often ran preventive measures on embarrassment. He felt no refuge or relief now. He pictured the barrel of Declyn’s gun going off--a flash, a bang and then pitch black.

“S’okay, wasn’t scared, just startled is all.”

He lied.

Declyn was right, with Lori being attended to by Amelia it was probably best for Ivy to gain inventory of her own injuries. There wasn’t much that could be done no matter what though, right? Even if they could discern the full extent of her injuries what could they do to help her? And was it even smart to do so? Who knew what the smart play was anyway? Amongst this group were two smaller people with quite impressive weapons--maybe the smart thing to do would be to leave Declyn taking care of Ivy and then when he was distracted…

What? Attack him or the chick and steal one of their gats for yourself? Then what?

You know what. Don’t even think ‘bout it!

Ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks.


“That’s wild Lori, but we gucci now, luckily alls of y’all is friendly faces and what not,” he babbled, “We can lick our wounds and get our heads straight a bit. Need to just be calm, easier said than done, I know. This is...this is crazy.”

He looked down at Ivy and shook his head…

He thought of Meilin again and still wondered if she was in Ivy’s position what he would do? He was scared and ashamed about how weak and helpless he felt. He then thought of what she would do if she was in his position. He thought of his father and his mother and he thought about how much he wanted to make them proud even now. Even hopeless and helpless...

He could do something...

He could help someway.

“Alright, let’s make sure you okay, kay?”, he said with a degree of gentleness to his voice, “I’m gonna lift you up and lay you down, I’ll be gentle and slow, don’t worry, okay? Nothing to worry about.”

The last part, in no small part, was more for him than anybody else.
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