Poor Unfortunate Souls

[Mitsuko2†]

Mariavel, Carmen, Marimar, Micheal, and Earnest Continued from: all over the place
((Michael continued from Prophetic Counterfeit))


Thou shalt not; how ironic these words may seem at times when one views the "slings and arrows" of another's misfortune. After all, no infant is born into the world prepared to sin against God. Nor do children wish to disappoint or hurt their parents but some often do through their actions and deeds. More often than not, people by their very nature attempt to experiment with life never fully examining the consequences.

And that's why Miss Carmen Somerset wasn't Catholic.

She despised the ideals, and hated the increasingly idiotic tendencies of the religion. It infuriated her, to think that a religion such as that could even be put into existence. Maybe Christ was a good person, she wouldn't know. How could anyone know that any of those stories were true. Religion was just another way for the public to control you.

Carmen thought all these things as she sat here, in the back lobby of the hotel, speaking with a boy whom she'd learned was named Earnest Decartet. They spoke about religion, and about family. And of many other things. It was nice, she guessed.

"Earnest.... Why is it that everything seems to be mashing together? It... it seems as if everyone is just... we're not trying to survive.... Just to melt into each other and ignore the entirety of what's been happening..." she curled her knees into her chest and rested her chin on them. He looked up at her. The albino boy seemed to think for a moment before speaking.

"I suppose everyone doesn't want to face the truth. Everything's getting tougher by the second... over seventy people are dead now. It's down to the wire." She nodded her head in agreement, remembering that Mariavel Varella, whom she'd bullied profusely in Bathurst, was a top killer on the island. That scared her in a back part of her mind.

"Yeah... I guess." Suddenly she felt nature's urge grasping her. "If you'll excuse me earnest, I need to go to the little girl's room."

He nodded simply and Carmen trotted away.

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The vile Ursula had finally abandoned her lair. Now, as the princess of Atlantica, she had the chance to rid the kingdom of Ursula's final cohort. She would save her people, no matter the cost. As crown princess of Atlantica she was destined to do this. To defeat the evil!

Marimar Perez watched as Carmen Somerset, or Ursula to her, strode from the lobby. This was her chance. She'd kill him here, and then finish Ursula in one final attack. She took the Machete from the sheath on her leg and held it close. The boy stood from his seated position and stretched. It was time to strike.

She ran in quickly. He seemed to hear her because he turned to them noise. He saw the Machete and screamed out. He tried to defend himself but couldn't. She slashed. His right arm held a new gash. She slashed again. He fell to his back as the blade cut through his stomach, causing blood to spill from his mouth.

She looked at the fallen boy with a crazed look in her eyes. She jumped on him, jamming the Machete into his shoulder. He cried out again. From far off you could hear Carmen's yell of his name. She was returning. Marimar had to complete her mission quickly. She pulled the Machete from him and slammed it into his neck, cleanly severing his head from his body. Marimar stood and grabbed the head by the hair. She head a scream from behind. She turned, bloodied and holding the head. Carmen screamed again. Marimar Smiled. She threw the head to her side.

"It's time to die."


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The Hotel was a place she knew all too well. She'd killed three people here, and also, been raped here by a madman whom she'd ended the miserable life of. She hated this place, yet she always found herself back here. Amazing, no? Mariavel Varella made her way through the east lobby of the Hotel. She never really had a passion for places like this. She always liked beaches. But that was mute now.

A strange sound caught her attention. She made her way into the room she heard it from, gun at the ready. She turned the corner sharply, to be met face to face with fellow Bathurstian, Michael Neely. He took one look at her before diving for his Golf Club on the bed. She shot at him twice before deciding to go old school.

She dropped the rifle to the ground and Shoved the Gun into her pants (safety on) and pulling the tomahawk out. She ran at the boy, slamming the tomahawk into his arm before being hit in the chest with a half-hearted swing. She pulled the Axe from his arm and swung again, slashing his chest open. He cried out in pain before attempting to flee the room. Mariavel would have none of it.

She threw the tomahawk at him. It missed and lodged in the doorway. She pulled the stiletto from her pocket at chased after him. She tackled him to the ground and shoved the knife into his back. He pushed her off and attempted to crawl away. She stood and kicked him in the stomach t3wice, sending him down. She smiled angelically and took the gun from her pants, pointing it at his head.

"W-what did I ever do to you?!" He cried. She kicked him in the face, sending him sprawling again and shot him in the head. She pulled the stiletto from his back slowly before saying.

"Why nothing. I'm just in a bad mood." She smiled again and went to get her other weapons before a piercing scream reached her ears.

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Carmen was quickly assaulted by the crazed girl. She was able to dodge the first slash, but the second hit her, scarring her face for life. She couldn't deal with that. Not her beautiful face. Not that. Anywhere else but there. WHY?!

"You little bitch! I'll rip you apart!" She pounced on Marimar, holding her arm with the machete down.

Marimar punched her in the face and rolled her off. Carmen attempted to go for the Axe, which was lying not too far away, but Marimar beat her to it. She slammed her head into the floor, braking Carmen's nose in the process. Carmen grabbed her nose and was punched again. She fell to her back, weeping.

"Is that all you got, you witch?" Marimar Seethed. She went at her again, slashing her arm. Carmen cried out and pushed Marimar off of her. She got to her knees and tried to crawl to the Axe. Marimar Slammed the Machete down on her back, severing Carmen's spinal chord. Carmen screamed loud enough for the whole Hotel to hear. Marimar was going to kill her.

Marimar flipped Carmen to her back and slammed the machete into her stomach. Carmen wouldn't go down like this. She shoved her fingers into Marimar's eyes, forcing her to let go of the machete and cry out in pain, she wasn't blinded, but it still hurt. Carmen grabbed the Axe's handle and swung it towards her. Marimar attacked. The axe hit her in the chest, sending her falling backwards. The last thought that ran through Marimar's fragile mind was that she couldn't save the mer-people.

Carmen pushed herself up into a seated position slowly. She cried. She just wanted it to end. "Someone... please kill me!" She cried.

"As you wish..." Carmen turned at the words to be face to face with the barrel of Mariavel Varella's rifle. Mariavel smiled wickedly and shot. The bullet ripped through Carmen's eyeball and out the back of her head. She fell back, dead. Mariavel smiled and looked at the carnage around her. She saw the machete in the axed girl's hand and took it, and the sheath from her leg. She attached the sheath to her own leg, and cleaned the blade on Carmen's shirt before sheathing it.

"How... exhilarating." She smiled, before walking from the room satisfied.



Mariavel Continued: Elsewhere


MALE STUDENT NO. 33 - ERNEST DECARTERET - DECEASED
MALE STUDENT NO. 44 - MICHAEL NEELY - DECEASED
FEMALE STUDENT NO. 13 - MARIMAR PEREZ - DECEASED
FEMALE STUDENT NO. 19 - CARMEN SOMERSET - DECEASED