[[GLD5: John Benson, Continued From: A Truck Stop Instead of St. Peter's.]]
John Benson stared down at the crater in front of him. Just stared down at the bubbling, red pit in complete disbelief.
His team mates. All of them. They were all idiots weren't they?
He'd wandered around the island for a while, searching for any signs of other gold bandannas. He spotted a boy wearing a gold cloth at one point. John had watched the guy get that gold bandanna stolen, by a monkey. A tiny monkey. It was unbelievable how stupid the boy seemed to be as John watched the guy get outsmarted by the little primate and try to chase the thing down before failing miserably.
There was no point teaming up with some moron who would only slow him down, so John left.
It wasn't until later, when he returned to the Resort Beach from which he started from, that John had any luck finding some more of his team mates. Quite a bit of them. He would have approached them too, until he realized they were wasting time smoking weed. Was anyone taking this game seriously? It seemed like everyone he had met or almost met with were acting like this was just any other day. Like it was joke!
So he left them alone. They would only get in his way, hold him back, get him killed for their stupidity. John would be having none of that.
He would hope they grow a brain and manage to keep themselves from being killed. They were his official team mates after all and as such may even be useful, later down the road. As of now, it was not in John's best interest to stick around with them.
It looked like John would have to take on this game alone. He was the only one that he could really depend on here. He was the only one who he knew for sure, knew what the heck he was doing to survive this show. The plan was really simple. In order to live, John would just: Wait it out.
Biding his time, John decided it would be easier for the rest of them to eliminate and kill each other to whittle the numbers down significantly, perhaps hurting themselves in the process. While John Benson, would be keeping a significantly low profile, hiding out and waiting. Unlike them he'd be 100%. He'd be healthy and strong, well fed and rested.
It worked so far. He'd found places where he could rest. Found abandoned bags of food left by the dead and some other still edible things left on the island. Whenever there was any sign of presence other than his own, John thought it best to flee the location for another. Rinse and repeat. It would be easy.
Sure he wasn't going to gain any fans from his boring method of playing, but at least he'd be able to get out of here and live. It was the smart thing to do. He'd only have to kill one person. Just one person who by the end of this would be weakened enough for John to easily dispatch with his axe or any unattended firearms. That one person would be the runner up or whoever the last person not on gold team was. That part was just wishful thinking, however, considering the intelligence levels of the other Golds.
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Now here John was, standing over this crater, known as "The Hotspot" where earlier in the day he had seen that boy from earlier; his team mate who had his bandanna stolen by a monkey... dive right into the center of that mini volcano.
Just incredible.
Natural Fucking Selection at it's finest.
That was when he heard the announcement's host bring up the fact that the entire rain forest surrounding the Hot Spot was now a danger-zone. Fortunately, there was still one area with an opening and a path from the open plains leading to the hot spot which was still pretty much safe. He even tested it out when he stepped into the area and his collar did not beep to warn him. That was when he got the idea.
The entrance to the hot spot was surrounded by a few trees and rocks. Being that the area was surrounded by a danger-zone meant that this location would, interestingly enough; be one of the safest areas on the island, at least till noon on Day 3. Plus with the heat emitting from the hot spot, it made for an ideal location for adequate rest in an otherwise, very cold night.
The idea John had was to hide out near the only entrance left open to the hot spot, should anyone happen to show up for whatever reason. Then he'd just as easily take the method of surprise attack on his would be intruders with a swing of his axe to their backs. Sure, it strayed a little from his plan of completely waiting this whole thing out, but it couldn't hurt to help speed up the process a little, maybe even gaining a better arsenal in the process.
Besides, he'd still be under the radar even if he did kill. With people like Karen Ruiz and Zachariah Johnston a constant feature on the announcements, it would be easy. He could always give the simple explanation later, that at least one person would say per season:
"It was an accident!"
"They attacked me first!"
"It was self-defense!"
With a satisfied smirk on his face; John Benson hid near the path to the Hot Spot - and waited.
It was an Axe-cident
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[[Daniel Renard continued from Just Pay Separate Processing and Handling]]
Question. If you had just beaten a man to death, what feelings would you think you would be feeling? Regret? Fear? Remorse? Anger? Sadness?
Renard was not feeling any of those things. Surprising to him, he actually felt good about it. Taking someone else's life helped him a lot. It gave him hope that he could still win this thing. A crossbow with a fuckload of arrows was just what he needed. And his mentor was a good one from what he could hear on his collar. Man, he'd have to thank him if he won. Now Daniel was looking at his chances in a much more positive light. They were almost near the halfway mark of the game, and even without meeting his teammates, there had to be at least one or two others, less the announcer would have mentioned if he was all alone. He could do it. He still had a very good chance. Hell, he could recall heaps of players that had won just because the opposition was so worn out and had been so injured in fights that they just steamrolled over the player with the most kills due to energy.
Eyeing the GPS, Daniel kept walking straight, looking around. Now that he had the crossbow, actively seeking his team-mates was a great strategy, and he could just kill any motherfucker who decided to threaten him. He decided to start off just walking over the island randomly. Once he saw someone on the GPS, he would start following. The only problem was that he had to find people in the first place. On an island of around 28 people, he couldn't find a single fucking soul. The only visible dot was one near the volcano, and so he had started walking down the only non-dangerzone part of it, thinking.
As it had turned out, Renard had found the ambusher's ambush spot. Of course, he didn't know it was an ambush. He just wanted to make friends with other Red team members. He looked around. Someone should be visible around here...
Question. If you had just beaten a man to death, what feelings would you think you would be feeling? Regret? Fear? Remorse? Anger? Sadness?
Renard was not feeling any of those things. Surprising to him, he actually felt good about it. Taking someone else's life helped him a lot. It gave him hope that he could still win this thing. A crossbow with a fuckload of arrows was just what he needed. And his mentor was a good one from what he could hear on his collar. Man, he'd have to thank him if he won. Now Daniel was looking at his chances in a much more positive light. They were almost near the halfway mark of the game, and even without meeting his teammates, there had to be at least one or two others, less the announcer would have mentioned if he was all alone. He could do it. He still had a very good chance. Hell, he could recall heaps of players that had won just because the opposition was so worn out and had been so injured in fights that they just steamrolled over the player with the most kills due to energy.
Eyeing the GPS, Daniel kept walking straight, looking around. Now that he had the crossbow, actively seeking his team-mates was a great strategy, and he could just kill any motherfucker who decided to threaten him. He decided to start off just walking over the island randomly. Once he saw someone on the GPS, he would start following. The only problem was that he had to find people in the first place. On an island of around 28 people, he couldn't find a single fucking soul. The only visible dot was one near the volcano, and so he had started walking down the only non-dangerzone part of it, thinking.
As it had turned out, Renard had found the ambusher's ambush spot. Of course, he didn't know it was an ambush. He just wanted to make friends with other Red team members. He looked around. Someone should be visible around here...
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It took some effort to keep his eyelids open, as the temperature from the hot spot made him feel really warm and cozy in an otherwise freezing cold night. He had nearly fell asleep, that is until John heard footsteps getting nearer to his location.
Quickly, John got out of his rested position, into a ready one and watched his intruder advance. John recognized the boy. It was someone from his school back in Detroit. Something, Renard. One of those music guys.
First thought was to check the bandanna. John shifted his eyes and spotted a red colored one. Red. Seeing that color made John's blood boil. He thought of the members of red team who he had met down by the resort beach on day 1. Like that thug wannabe with the gun and that girl who wasted her time playing up to the cameras and sunbathing. They were probably dead by now. In fact John took solace in the fact that he might have outlived the group who decided to abandon him, all because he was being realistic.
John had no problem taking this guy out and weakening the red team even more. Same thing would happen if he ever stumbled into another from team brown.
Then came two other things that caught John's attention. In Renard's possession was a crossbow and some sort of portable hand-held device that looked remarkably like a video game. The two things were just calling out to John, screaming "take me big boy, take me!" Like two gifts suited perfectly for him. John smiled at the thought.
First the crossbow was sort of his kind of weapon. John was always into archery after all and he knew a thing or two about aiming and shooting something like that. Better than this jumbo sized fire axe he could barely carry at least. As far as he knew, that other boy didn't have any experience in using something like that. That crossbow would be in much better hands with him after all.
The portable video game thing, was a bit of a guilty pleasure. John really, really, loved playing video games like that. If he had that, it would keep him occupied during his 'wait it off' plan and make things fun for him in the meantime. Whatever that hand-held device in Renard's hand was - John wanted it.
He just needed the guy to move a little forward and near, past his location and then... wham! Axe to the back. Then he'd have what he needed.
In close quarters combat an axe was definitely much more useful after all. He doubted the guy would have proper aim... and if he missed, he'd have to reload, but by then, he was doomed.
Then it happened, exactly as he wanted and John Benson was moving, charging and swinging the heavy fire axe toward the boys' back, the best his skinny arms could.
Quickly, John got out of his rested position, into a ready one and watched his intruder advance. John recognized the boy. It was someone from his school back in Detroit. Something, Renard. One of those music guys.
First thought was to check the bandanna. John shifted his eyes and spotted a red colored one. Red. Seeing that color made John's blood boil. He thought of the members of red team who he had met down by the resort beach on day 1. Like that thug wannabe with the gun and that girl who wasted her time playing up to the cameras and sunbathing. They were probably dead by now. In fact John took solace in the fact that he might have outlived the group who decided to abandon him, all because he was being realistic.
John had no problem taking this guy out and weakening the red team even more. Same thing would happen if he ever stumbled into another from team brown.
Then came two other things that caught John's attention. In Renard's possession was a crossbow and some sort of portable hand-held device that looked remarkably like a video game. The two things were just calling out to John, screaming "take me big boy, take me!" Like two gifts suited perfectly for him. John smiled at the thought.
First the crossbow was sort of his kind of weapon. John was always into archery after all and he knew a thing or two about aiming and shooting something like that. Better than this jumbo sized fire axe he could barely carry at least. As far as he knew, that other boy didn't have any experience in using something like that. That crossbow would be in much better hands with him after all.
The portable video game thing, was a bit of a guilty pleasure. John really, really, loved playing video games like that. If he had that, it would keep him occupied during his 'wait it off' plan and make things fun for him in the meantime. Whatever that hand-held device in Renard's hand was - John wanted it.
He just needed the guy to move a little forward and near, past his location and then... wham! Axe to the back. Then he'd have what he needed.
In close quarters combat an axe was definitely much more useful after all. He doubted the guy would have proper aim... and if he missed, he'd have to reload, but by then, he was doomed.
Then it happened, exactly as he wanted and John Benson was moving, charging and swinging the heavy fire axe toward the boys' back, the best his skinny arms could.
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In the movies, a dot moving quickly behind you on the radar is a very bad thing. Renard figured the same would prove true for the GPS, and so he quickly wondered what was going on. He could hear someone lifting something heavy and most likely dangerous from behind, causing him to quickly yell out and start running straight ahead, glancing over his shoulder to see someone with a very big axe. This was very bad. Renard had his backpack and his crossbow on him, slowing him down, while the axe-man was only wielding his weapon.
Oh no. Oh fuck. I got ambushed?!
Time to see his recently stolen weapon in action. He was smart enough to have already had it set for shooting. Accuracy was the problem. Maybe he could do some rapid fire arrows over his shoulder? Right. That would totally work. Swearing, he span around and fired before running forwards again, trying to reload on the move. Arrow in, clicked into place. Quicker than he'd expected. He span around again, the charging guy dangerously close before he shot again.
Oh no. Oh fuck. I got ambushed?!
Time to see his recently stolen weapon in action. He was smart enough to have already had it set for shooting. Accuracy was the problem. Maybe he could do some rapid fire arrows over his shoulder? Right. That would totally work. Swearing, he span around and fired before running forwards again, trying to reload on the move. Arrow in, clicked into place. Quicker than he'd expected. He span around again, the charging guy dangerously close before he shot again.
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As he got closer to the red teamer with his axe in hand, John swung and missed. The axe merely caught air, where the other boys' back was supposed to be, before he yelped and ran away. He was so close too! The axe nearly grazing Renard's windblown back of his shirt.
The axe was too heavy and useless for someone as small and weak as himself, unfortunately, but at least it had some sort of intimidation factor. The guy was just running toward the hotspot itself and with that the concoctions of an idea entered his head.
Push him forward with the threat of the axe toward one of the craters. Then somehow get him to fall into it. No evidence of anything. The body would be destroyed. If not, force him into the surrounding danger zones. It would truly seem like an accident, and if he done it right, his name wouldn't even be listed as a killer.
John continued to run after the boy, swinging the axe in large arcs, until his opponent inexplicably turned around pointing his crossbow at him and immediately firing it blindly over his shoulder. It frightened John at first, but the bolt had sailed straight over his shoulder. Did he really think that was going to work? Through experience with archery, John knew that doing something like that, with arrows wouldn't help at all with his accuracy.
Though it did work in slowing him down a little - which was probably the point.
"Why don't you give that weapon to someone who knows how to use it? Like me!"
The guy seemed to slow down allowing John to quickly gain on him once again, canceling out his previous action. He was getting close now, not exactly ideal, as his plan had changed a bit from the beginning. What was that moron doing? Was he actually stopping to give him the items John requested?
Then out of nowhere the boy spun around, getting smart and actually having the crossbow pointed toward him this time. Crap.
John ducked, but he wasn't fast enough. The arrow manged to scrape across his face as it flew past, leaving quite the painful sting on his now dripping face.
Furious, John let out a rage filled scream, swinging his axe forward and continuing to push Renard along, closer and closer to the mini volcanoes.
The axe was too heavy and useless for someone as small and weak as himself, unfortunately, but at least it had some sort of intimidation factor. The guy was just running toward the hotspot itself and with that the concoctions of an idea entered his head.
Push him forward with the threat of the axe toward one of the craters. Then somehow get him to fall into it. No evidence of anything. The body would be destroyed. If not, force him into the surrounding danger zones. It would truly seem like an accident, and if he done it right, his name wouldn't even be listed as a killer.
John continued to run after the boy, swinging the axe in large arcs, until his opponent inexplicably turned around pointing his crossbow at him and immediately firing it blindly over his shoulder. It frightened John at first, but the bolt had sailed straight over his shoulder. Did he really think that was going to work? Through experience with archery, John knew that doing something like that, with arrows wouldn't help at all with his accuracy.
Though it did work in slowing him down a little - which was probably the point.
"Why don't you give that weapon to someone who knows how to use it? Like me!"
The guy seemed to slow down allowing John to quickly gain on him once again, canceling out his previous action. He was getting close now, not exactly ideal, as his plan had changed a bit from the beginning. What was that moron doing? Was he actually stopping to give him the items John requested?
Then out of nowhere the boy spun around, getting smart and actually having the crossbow pointed toward him this time. Crap.
John ducked, but he wasn't fast enough. The arrow manged to scrape across his face as it flew past, leaving quite the painful sting on his now dripping face.
Furious, John let out a rage filled scream, swinging his axe forward and continuing to push Renard along, closer and closer to the mini volcanoes.
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Hit. No. Not a hit. Not dead. Renard kept running forward into the hot spot, feeling the heat from the ground. Or was that from him being chased? No, no time for questions. Keep running, keep shooting. He lodged the bolt into the crossbow, clicking it into place as he swerved to avoid potholes. This place was an accident waiting to happen, with the volcanic lava and holes around. Then again, that was probably the point of this place.
Daniel checked the GPS as he ran. He was just outpacing him, but that wasn’t really good when everything around you is either lava or a dangerzone. Another pothole to the left, making Renard jump to the left, biting his lip as he wondered what to do.
"Come on, keep up..."
Fuck it. Renard threw the GPS down onto the dirt, continuing to run ahead a few steps. Bait. The guy would have to look at what it was or something or want to pick it up- no, that was stupid. Why did he just throw it down? Because he needed two hands to do shit? He had pockets, put it in there! Swearing, he settled on a decision. Do a loop around the volcano if possible while firing, get back to the entrance and run out there. Marathon runs with a backpack wasn’t good, but he was bound to slip up sometime. Grinning at that thought, he span around and stopped, firing the arrow before jogging backwards, reloading.
Daniel checked the GPS as he ran. He was just outpacing him, but that wasn’t really good when everything around you is either lava or a dangerzone. Another pothole to the left, making Renard jump to the left, biting his lip as he wondered what to do.
"Come on, keep up..."
Fuck it. Renard threw the GPS down onto the dirt, continuing to run ahead a few steps. Bait. The guy would have to look at what it was or something or want to pick it up- no, that was stupid. Why did he just throw it down? Because he needed two hands to do shit? He had pockets, put it in there! Swearing, he settled on a decision. Do a loop around the volcano if possible while firing, get back to the entrance and run out there. Marathon runs with a backpack wasn’t good, but he was bound to slip up sometime. Grinning at that thought, he span around and stopped, firing the arrow before jogging backwards, reloading.
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The plan was working. Renard had went ahead and trapped himself between the lava pits and the danger zones with John and his axe watching his every move. All he needed to do now, was try to get the kid to "accidentally" fall. Which looked easy enough. The hard part was that, he forgot that he himself also needed to maneuver himself through the dangerous obstacles here as he lugged that big axe.
But he had all the time in the world.
Well rested, well fed. That guy would get tired eventually.
Then something caught his attention.
No. He couldn't, he wouldn't! He did.
The boy had just dropped the hand held video game on the ground! It would melt and then, what would John have to play after he killed Renard? Without thinking, John's focus shifted from the boy to the tracker on the ground as he ran for it.
He picked it up, surveyed the area and noticed Renard running away again. Damn it. He moved, following him, catching up to him and he looked at the video game and then stopped. Turns out that hand held video game was no video game. There were two dots, both moving.
Then he noticed the dot stop, when he stopped.
A GPS?
Which means the other dot was Renard... but the other dot stopped too. Which meant...
John looked up from the GPS tracker, just in time to see Daniel Renard standing a couple feet away, grinning right at him.
Followed by an arrow. Right through the eye.
Lucky shot.
GLD5: John Benson, Deceased.
But he had all the time in the world.
Well rested, well fed. That guy would get tired eventually.
Then something caught his attention.
No. He couldn't, he wouldn't! He did.
The boy had just dropped the hand held video game on the ground! It would melt and then, what would John have to play after he killed Renard? Without thinking, John's focus shifted from the boy to the tracker on the ground as he ran for it.
He picked it up, surveyed the area and noticed Renard running away again. Damn it. He moved, following him, catching up to him and he looked at the video game and then stopped. Turns out that hand held video game was no video game. There were two dots, both moving.
Then he noticed the dot stop, when he stopped.
A GPS?
Which means the other dot was Renard... but the other dot stopped too. Which meant...
John looked up from the GPS tracker, just in time to see Daniel Renard standing a couple feet away, grinning right at him.
Followed by an arrow. Right through the eye.
Lucky shot.
GLD5: John Benson, Deceased.
A voice echoes from Daniel's collar...
"Good work Renard. Out of my entire squad, you have been doing the most admirable job. The rest of the cadets need some assistance and I think you are most qualified to captain the red team into success. Are you with me soldier?"
"Good work Renard. Out of my entire squad, you have been doing the most admirable job. The rest of the cadets need some assistance and I think you are most qualified to captain the red team into success. Are you with me soldier?"
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Holy shit.
He fell for it.
He actually fucking fell for it.
Renard stopped in his tracks. How... No. That was just luck. He was aiming for… him. Oh crap. That was his first kill- no. Second. Second kill. Shit. Holy goddam shit.
“Jesus Christ.”
Blinking, he slowly walked over to the vacant body, nudging it over with his foot. Dead as a door knob. The arrow went right in the eye. Amazing. Took him seven arrows, but still. Renard glanced for a second at the face before looking away, down at the floor, feeling uncomfortably sick in his gut. No. Just no. He snatched up his GPS again and pocketed it, walking away from the body.
“Good work Renard.”
It was the voice again. His mentor. The one who pushed him to get the crossbow, use his advantage. Weird how that voice was more trusting and reliable than anyone else on the island. He’d have to thank him if he got out of here. Or thank him now. Either way. Blinking, he listened to the speaker on his collar, biting his lip at his words. How the hell was he the best on his team? What were the others doing to make him look good? All Daniel did was wander aimlessly around the island before kicking a person to death and shooting another with a crossbow. Not the best qualifications in the world for a leader. He tried to put up a line with him, he couldn’t be good. He was only a freaking teenager. What was he going to do-
“Are you with me soldier?”
He was a soldier?
Renard blinked and looked at the crossbow. The GPS. Not military grade at all, makeshift at best, but…
Soldier.
He started walking forward through the hot spot entrance, nodding his head.
“I’m with you.”
Normal teenagers don’t kill. Soldiers do.
[[Daniel Renard continued in Two AM]]
He fell for it.
He actually fucking fell for it.
Renard stopped in his tracks. How... No. That was just luck. He was aiming for… him. Oh crap. That was his first kill- no. Second. Second kill. Shit. Holy goddam shit.
“Jesus Christ.”
Blinking, he slowly walked over to the vacant body, nudging it over with his foot. Dead as a door knob. The arrow went right in the eye. Amazing. Took him seven arrows, but still. Renard glanced for a second at the face before looking away, down at the floor, feeling uncomfortably sick in his gut. No. Just no. He snatched up his GPS again and pocketed it, walking away from the body.
“Good work Renard.”
It was the voice again. His mentor. The one who pushed him to get the crossbow, use his advantage. Weird how that voice was more trusting and reliable than anyone else on the island. He’d have to thank him if he got out of here. Or thank him now. Either way. Blinking, he listened to the speaker on his collar, biting his lip at his words. How the hell was he the best on his team? What were the others doing to make him look good? All Daniel did was wander aimlessly around the island before kicking a person to death and shooting another with a crossbow. Not the best qualifications in the world for a leader. He tried to put up a line with him, he couldn’t be good. He was only a freaking teenager. What was he going to do-
“Are you with me soldier?”
He was a soldier?
Renard blinked and looked at the crossbow. The GPS. Not military grade at all, makeshift at best, but…
Soldier.
He started walking forward through the hot spot entrance, nodding his head.
“I’m with you.”
Normal teenagers don’t kill. Soldiers do.
[[Daniel Renard continued in Two AM]]
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