((Ashlie Jackson continued from Conan, What is Best in Life?))
Ashlie didn't know how long she had been walking through the island, the various rocks and twigs tearing up the poor soles of her feet. After the first ten or so pointy things digging into her feet, the girl stopped feeling it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered seeing a first aid kit in her pack. She pressed on, telling herself she would look through it when she got a chance.
A few more steps, and Ashlie found herself out of the forest, overlooking what looked like a scar running through the island. It's formation didn't seem natural, but more importantly to Ashlie, there was a small rock formation with a sort of natural roof that would give her some cover while she attended to her feet. She hobbled towards it, sitting on the ground and pulling out her first aid kit.
Her feet had taken a beating in the short time she had been walking. The harsh ground had tore her feet apart, although there were fewer cuts then she anticipated. She pulled out her bottle of water while she was at it. There wasn't much, but she knew if she didn't clean the cuts, then things would only get worse for her. Breaking the seal on the bottle, she took a mouthful of the liquid before pouring the water over her feet in an attempt to clean out the wounds.
"Fuck" Ashlie muttered, hissing as the water worked it's way into her cuts. Using her hands, the pink haired girl scrubbed her feet, washing off the blood and dirt. After this, she was able to see what her injuries were to her feet. It was mostly just bruising, although she had one particularly large laceration on her left foot, and a smaller one on her right. They had both stopped bleeding, although Ashlie didn't know if this was good or bad.
Ashlie removed the roll of gauze from the kit. There wasn't much, just enough to wrap up both her feet, if just barely. Starting with her left foot near the base of her toes, the girl methodically spun the material around her foot, stopping when it reacher her ankle. Using her knife to cut off the excess, she used one of the band aids to keep the gauze in place. She repeated this with her other foot using the remaining gauze. Ashlie rested her back on the rock behind her, looking at her work. It wasn't the best, but it would at least help reduce the risk of infection, and provide some measure of protection for her feet. She was just glad people generally didn't look at her feet.
Ashlie looked around her little shelter, noting that it was covered for the most part from view. The only way anyone would be able to see her is if they came from the same direction as she had. Ashlie curled up as small as she could, making sure that the provided gun and knife were close at hand. Sleep was going to be a rare luxury in this situation, and damned if Ashlie wasn't going to use this opportunity to catch some shut eye while she had the chance.
A Peaceful Walk
A Peaceful Walk
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((Jay Harland continued from Awakening))
Night was beginning to fall as Ashlie obliviously slept the hours away, the sun setting over the horizon. At some point, she might have noticed that someone else had come across her little shelter. Then again, she would've had a hard time noticing the invisible Jay Harland.
After his encounter with Chris immediately after his awakening on the island, Jay hadn't really stopped moving, except to stop and catch his breath. He didn't have anywhere in mind for a direction, but he decided he had to put as much ground between him and the only other person he'd met since the experiment started as quickly as possible. After all, how long could it be before he came up behind him with a gun and tried to blow his brains out?
At first, as the light dimmed, Jay hadn't noticed anything changing. He had only concentrated on moving ahead as fast as possible, looking where he was going, rather than at himself. Even as dusk fell and he rested against a tree to stop for another breather, he failed to notice his hand had become translucent as he drank from his water bottle. In fact, it wouldn't be another hour until he finally became aware what was happening.
Stopping to rest for the final time, Jay looked up in the sky and was met with a sea of stars. Exhausted, he decided that he must've gotten far enough after going for the entire day. Even if he hadn't, he was far too tired to keep going.
His stomach growling, he reached over to unzip his bag when he finally noticed his hand. Or rather, the lack of one.
Even though he could see straight away it wasn't there, Jay had to look at the spot for several moments, a dumb look on his face, before he finally realised what was missing. Yelling out in shock, he clutched at his wrist in horror. Then of course, he realised that he couldn't see his other hand, clutching his wrist, either. Waving his arms frantically around in front of him, still screaming, he panicked more when he couldn't see them as well.
Eventually, he calmed down, as the feeling in his hands became more prominent. Almost afraid to find the answer, he poked his face with what he prayed would be his fingers, and let out a relieved laugh as he felt the cold skin. His body was still there, he just couldn't see it!
Experimenting with his new invisible form, Jay played around with his bag. At first it was difficult to co-ordinate the movements when he couldn't see what he was doing, but slowly he was able to visualise the actions he was meant to be doing, and successfully pulled the zip open and closed in smooth motions.
In a flash, he realised something: it suddenly wasn't all so bad. He still didn't understand why he couldn't see himself, but he knew that now he wasn't quite as screwed as he thought he was! They had to kill each other, did they? Well at least now no-one else would be able to see him!
Practically skipping along with new confidence, Jay slung up his bag and began walking along again, eventually stopping at the great chasm running through the island, and coincidentally just opposite the pile of rocks that Ashlie Jackson was sleeping under.
At first, Jay instinctively hid behind a tree, panic filling him once again as he thought he had been seen. Then, feeling like an idiot, he remembered what he had just found out. Stepping out from behind the tree with a grin on his face, Jay danced around in plain sight for a short while, before he finally noticed that the girl was in fact asleep.
Pouting with annoyance, Jay began strutting towards the girl. Luckily for him, he wasn't so stupid that he completely forgot about his clothes.
Stopping mid-step, he looked down at himself and cursed under his breath as he realised that his shirt and jeans were still perfectly visible, as was the daypack slung over his shoulder. It may have been night time, but the light of the moon illuminated the valley clearly enough for them still to be seen.
Looking around for a solution, Jay finally huffed out with irritation as he gave up on trying to figure out how to cover up the visible parts of him, and stepped back behind the tree, checking first to make sure the girl was still sleeping blissfully. Even though he knew no-one could see him, he still felt awkward as he slowly pulled off his clothes and shoes, slinging the bag onto the ground next to him. Finally, he was left standing in nothing but his underwear. Checking around yet again to make sure no-one could see him stripping, even though no-one actually could even if they wanted to, he nervously pulled down his briefs as quickly as he could to get it over with, and stepped out of them.
The cold breeze struck him immediately, making him shiver on the spot and clutch his body parts. His cheeks blushed up bright red as he stood there, nude in the wilderness. Again, the thought that he was doing this so no-one would be able to see him slipped his mind.
Finally, he stopped worrying about his current state, and turned back to look at Ashlie. Again, he began creeping towards her, still shivering as the breeze blew around him. He arrived at the front of Ashlie's shelter, looking down at the girl within.
She didn't seem to have heard him, from what Jay could tell by her apparently sleeping state. Appearance wise, he didn't really find anything noticeable about her apart from her piercings and her chubby state. She wasn't attractive, that was for sure.
Then he realised he didn't really know what to do. He had gotten this far, and he didn't seem to be in danger of getting attacked by her, so what now? Did he go away, get dressed again, and walk back off? If that was true, then what did he even bother sneaking over for?!
“Maybe I should kill her whilst she's asleep?” thought a nasty little voice in his head.
That thought took Jay off guard. No, it downright scared him. Kill her? How could he do that? She hadn't done anything to him; she hadn't even seen he was there!
But then, there were supposed to be explosives inside him weren't there? They said they'd detonate them if everyone else wasn't dead at the end of three days. If he wanted to live, would he have to kill her? How though? How was he supposed to kill this girl sleeping right next to him without provocation?!
Glancing away from her, he noticed the weapons laid to the side. ”It's easy.” the small voice whispered. ”Just take it, put it to her head, and pull the trigger. She won't feel a thing.”
Moving over to the weapons, he nervously touched the gun with his invisible hand. Picking it up, he raised it off the ground as he eyed it up, horrified at what he was thinking of doing with it.
Would he really have to kill her?
Night was beginning to fall as Ashlie obliviously slept the hours away, the sun setting over the horizon. At some point, she might have noticed that someone else had come across her little shelter. Then again, she would've had a hard time noticing the invisible Jay Harland.
After his encounter with Chris immediately after his awakening on the island, Jay hadn't really stopped moving, except to stop and catch his breath. He didn't have anywhere in mind for a direction, but he decided he had to put as much ground between him and the only other person he'd met since the experiment started as quickly as possible. After all, how long could it be before he came up behind him with a gun and tried to blow his brains out?
At first, as the light dimmed, Jay hadn't noticed anything changing. He had only concentrated on moving ahead as fast as possible, looking where he was going, rather than at himself. Even as dusk fell and he rested against a tree to stop for another breather, he failed to notice his hand had become translucent as he drank from his water bottle. In fact, it wouldn't be another hour until he finally became aware what was happening.
Stopping to rest for the final time, Jay looked up in the sky and was met with a sea of stars. Exhausted, he decided that he must've gotten far enough after going for the entire day. Even if he hadn't, he was far too tired to keep going.
His stomach growling, he reached over to unzip his bag when he finally noticed his hand. Or rather, the lack of one.
Even though he could see straight away it wasn't there, Jay had to look at the spot for several moments, a dumb look on his face, before he finally realised what was missing. Yelling out in shock, he clutched at his wrist in horror. Then of course, he realised that he couldn't see his other hand, clutching his wrist, either. Waving his arms frantically around in front of him, still screaming, he panicked more when he couldn't see them as well.
Eventually, he calmed down, as the feeling in his hands became more prominent. Almost afraid to find the answer, he poked his face with what he prayed would be his fingers, and let out a relieved laugh as he felt the cold skin. His body was still there, he just couldn't see it!
Experimenting with his new invisible form, Jay played around with his bag. At first it was difficult to co-ordinate the movements when he couldn't see what he was doing, but slowly he was able to visualise the actions he was meant to be doing, and successfully pulled the zip open and closed in smooth motions.
In a flash, he realised something: it suddenly wasn't all so bad. He still didn't understand why he couldn't see himself, but he knew that now he wasn't quite as screwed as he thought he was! They had to kill each other, did they? Well at least now no-one else would be able to see him!
Practically skipping along with new confidence, Jay slung up his bag and began walking along again, eventually stopping at the great chasm running through the island, and coincidentally just opposite the pile of rocks that Ashlie Jackson was sleeping under.
At first, Jay instinctively hid behind a tree, panic filling him once again as he thought he had been seen. Then, feeling like an idiot, he remembered what he had just found out. Stepping out from behind the tree with a grin on his face, Jay danced around in plain sight for a short while, before he finally noticed that the girl was in fact asleep.
Pouting with annoyance, Jay began strutting towards the girl. Luckily for him, he wasn't so stupid that he completely forgot about his clothes.
Stopping mid-step, he looked down at himself and cursed under his breath as he realised that his shirt and jeans were still perfectly visible, as was the daypack slung over his shoulder. It may have been night time, but the light of the moon illuminated the valley clearly enough for them still to be seen.
Looking around for a solution, Jay finally huffed out with irritation as he gave up on trying to figure out how to cover up the visible parts of him, and stepped back behind the tree, checking first to make sure the girl was still sleeping blissfully. Even though he knew no-one could see him, he still felt awkward as he slowly pulled off his clothes and shoes, slinging the bag onto the ground next to him. Finally, he was left standing in nothing but his underwear. Checking around yet again to make sure no-one could see him stripping, even though no-one actually could even if they wanted to, he nervously pulled down his briefs as quickly as he could to get it over with, and stepped out of them.
The cold breeze struck him immediately, making him shiver on the spot and clutch his body parts. His cheeks blushed up bright red as he stood there, nude in the wilderness. Again, the thought that he was doing this so no-one would be able to see him slipped his mind.
Finally, he stopped worrying about his current state, and turned back to look at Ashlie. Again, he began creeping towards her, still shivering as the breeze blew around him. He arrived at the front of Ashlie's shelter, looking down at the girl within.
She didn't seem to have heard him, from what Jay could tell by her apparently sleeping state. Appearance wise, he didn't really find anything noticeable about her apart from her piercings and her chubby state. She wasn't attractive, that was for sure.
Then he realised he didn't really know what to do. He had gotten this far, and he didn't seem to be in danger of getting attacked by her, so what now? Did he go away, get dressed again, and walk back off? If that was true, then what did he even bother sneaking over for?!
“Maybe I should kill her whilst she's asleep?” thought a nasty little voice in his head.
That thought took Jay off guard. No, it downright scared him. Kill her? How could he do that? She hadn't done anything to him; she hadn't even seen he was there!
But then, there were supposed to be explosives inside him weren't there? They said they'd detonate them if everyone else wasn't dead at the end of three days. If he wanted to live, would he have to kill her? How though? How was he supposed to kill this girl sleeping right next to him without provocation?!
Glancing away from her, he noticed the weapons laid to the side. ”It's easy.” the small voice whispered. ”Just take it, put it to her head, and pull the trigger. She won't feel a thing.”
Moving over to the weapons, he nervously touched the gun with his invisible hand. Picking it up, he raised it off the ground as he eyed it up, horrified at what he was thinking of doing with it.
Would he really have to kill her?
When Ashlie finally woke, the sun had already set. Her sleep had been fitful at best, but she felt somewhat energized from the nap. The moment her eyes opened she had a feeling that something was up. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was definitely amiss. Or maybe it was just her eyes playing tricks on her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something catch the light of the moon. Ashlie bolted into a sitting position, taking a good look at what was in the air. It looked like a gun.
“The fuck...” Ashlie whispered to herself, reaching for where her gun once was. It didn't take her long to realize that the floating weapon was her weapon. She rubbed her eyes, not convinced that her eyes were telling her the truth in what she was seeing. It was still there when she removed her hands from her eyes.
At first, she still didn't believe that she was seeing what she was actually seeing, thinking it was a trick of the light. Then she thought that maybe whoever was running this fucked up game had rigged their weapons with some sort of device that allowed them to make them float or something. This was immediately dispelled from her head as she realized how stupid it was. So what the fuck was happening? And then it hit her.
“There better not be someone fucking around with my weapons, cause it ain't funny.” Ashlie yelled, grabbing her knife, which had thankfully been left where she had left it. She of course knew that people had powers, but what she didn't expect was someone who she couldn't see. The girl was expecting maybe someone who could move things with their mind, or maybe someone like that Magneto guy from those movies she only watched cause her boy at the time liked them. Either way, whoever it was picked the wrong person to test their powers on.
“The fuck...” Ashlie whispered to herself, reaching for where her gun once was. It didn't take her long to realize that the floating weapon was her weapon. She rubbed her eyes, not convinced that her eyes were telling her the truth in what she was seeing. It was still there when she removed her hands from her eyes.
At first, she still didn't believe that she was seeing what she was actually seeing, thinking it was a trick of the light. Then she thought that maybe whoever was running this fucked up game had rigged their weapons with some sort of device that allowed them to make them float or something. This was immediately dispelled from her head as she realized how stupid it was. So what the fuck was happening? And then it hit her.
“There better not be someone fucking around with my weapons, cause it ain't funny.” Ashlie yelled, grabbing her knife, which had thankfully been left where she had left it. She of course knew that people had powers, but what she didn't expect was someone who she couldn't see. The girl was expecting maybe someone who could move things with their mind, or maybe someone like that Magneto guy from those movies she only watched cause her boy at the time liked them. Either way, whoever it was picked the wrong person to test their powers on.
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”Agh, what the hell?!”
A weird sensation had come over Jay as he clutched his free hand over one of his ears. Suddenly, he felt very dizzy as a strange noise filled the air, like someone had spun him around a few dozen times, as a strange noise. Turning around, his eyes widened as he saw that the chick had woken up!
“Crap!” he thought, oblivious to the fact that he was supposed to be invisible. Keeping the gun gripped tightly in his hand, the dizzy feeling suddenly got even worse as he watched her mouth move, making that strange, indecipherable noise and sending him off balance even more. His head was spinning, as he looked at her opening and closing mouth. Whatever was happening, it was her doing, he decided!
“Shut up!” He yelled out suddenly, trying to find his feet to aim the gun at her. It was no good though; he could barely see straight, much less hold the gun steady. As it shook around aimlessly, he reflexively pulled the trigger.
The gun whipped itself out of his hand, flying back behind him as he failed to keep even a basic grip on it, and scattering harmlessly away. What's more, on top of being unable to stand straight, his ears were ringing loudly from the explosion of a gunshot. Now not only could he barely stand up, he couldn't hear much either.
More importantly however, he realised that the girl was clutching her knife now. Suddenly, he found himself really pissed off at her. What the hell was she going to do, kill him!? He was the one who was thinking about killing her, and now she'd fucked up his listening and balance, and she was going to kill him?! Who the fuck did she think she was?!
Snarling, he darted forward to grab the hand holding the knife. He was an athlete; he'd have no trouble wrestling it out of her hand! Even if he did feel dizzy, if he managed to just get this right he would have enough strength once he'd grabbed onto it to pull it out of her hand without any trouble! Then she'd learn why you don't fuck with Jay Harland!
A weird sensation had come over Jay as he clutched his free hand over one of his ears. Suddenly, he felt very dizzy as a strange noise filled the air, like someone had spun him around a few dozen times, as a strange noise. Turning around, his eyes widened as he saw that the chick had woken up!
“Crap!” he thought, oblivious to the fact that he was supposed to be invisible. Keeping the gun gripped tightly in his hand, the dizzy feeling suddenly got even worse as he watched her mouth move, making that strange, indecipherable noise and sending him off balance even more. His head was spinning, as he looked at her opening and closing mouth. Whatever was happening, it was her doing, he decided!
“Shut up!” He yelled out suddenly, trying to find his feet to aim the gun at her. It was no good though; he could barely see straight, much less hold the gun steady. As it shook around aimlessly, he reflexively pulled the trigger.
The gun whipped itself out of his hand, flying back behind him as he failed to keep even a basic grip on it, and scattering harmlessly away. What's more, on top of being unable to stand straight, his ears were ringing loudly from the explosion of a gunshot. Now not only could he barely stand up, he couldn't hear much either.
More importantly however, he realised that the girl was clutching her knife now. Suddenly, he found himself really pissed off at her. What the hell was she going to do, kill him!? He was the one who was thinking about killing her, and now she'd fucked up his listening and balance, and she was going to kill him?! Who the fuck did she think she was?!
Snarling, he darted forward to grab the hand holding the knife. He was an athlete; he'd have no trouble wrestling it out of her hand! Even if he did feel dizzy, if he managed to just get this right he would have enough strength once he'd grabbed onto it to pull it out of her hand without any trouble! Then she'd learn why you don't fuck with Jay Harland!
Ashlie practically jumped when a voice came out of seemingly nowhere, telling her to shut up. This would have pissed off the pink haired girl if it wasn't for the fact she was more focused on the floating gun pointed in her general direction. Out of reflex more than anything, Ashlie crouched, covering her head with her arms. Even if she had stood still, the shot would have missed anyways, but it was this movement that probably saved Ashlie's life.
Ashlie felt what felt like a hand touch her wrist, despite not seeing anything. Again, out of reflex, the girl pulled her arm back and up violently, which did manage to get her free of the invisible grip. Unfortunately the next moment a heavy weight was pressing down on the pink haired girl, practically suffocating her. With her free hand she lashed out, managing to hit what felt like a body.
"Fucking invisible shit!" Ashlie said as it dawned on her she was being stalked by someone she couldn't see. She kept hitting him with her free hand, only vaguely aware that she felt something moist running down her other arm...
Ashlie felt what felt like a hand touch her wrist, despite not seeing anything. Again, out of reflex, the girl pulled her arm back and up violently, which did manage to get her free of the invisible grip. Unfortunately the next moment a heavy weight was pressing down on the pink haired girl, practically suffocating her. With her free hand she lashed out, managing to hit what felt like a body.
"Fucking invisible shit!" Ashlie said as it dawned on her she was being stalked by someone she couldn't see. She kept hitting him with her free hand, only vaguely aware that she felt something moist running down her other arm...
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“Shit!”
He had managed to grab hold of her wrist, to his relief, but he hadn't expected her to wrench it away so sharply. His head was still spinning from before, and that was all it took for him to trip up, falling down onto the sharp, sharp tip.
Air escaped out of his lungs even faster than the blood, as he stared at his killer with horror. The fucking bitch, she'd stabbed him! The fucking bitch had stabbed him!
He tried to call her a bitch out loud, but there was no air left in his lungs. He couldn't speak.
All he could do was fall on top of her and bleed.
C06: Jay Harland: Eliminated
He had managed to grab hold of her wrist, to his relief, but he hadn't expected her to wrench it away so sharply. His head was still spinning from before, and that was all it took for him to trip up, falling down onto the sharp, sharp tip.
Air escaped out of his lungs even faster than the blood, as he stared at his killer with horror. The fucking bitch, she'd stabbed him! The fucking bitch had stabbed him!
He tried to call her a bitch out loud, but there was no air left in his lungs. He couldn't speak.
All he could do was fall on top of her and bleed.
C06: Jay Harland: Eliminated
Ashlie couldn't help but think of the absurdity of this situation. Here she was, hitting something she couldn't see, or rather someone. It took her a couple minutes to realize what exactly was going on. She made quick work of sliding herself out of the weight on top of her, standing up. Her arm that was holding her knife felt wet and sticky, but when she looked at her arm, she saw nothing. Touching her forearm with her other hand only made the sensation happen on her hand as well, but nothing more.
The pink-haired girl shuddered. She had no clue what had just happened, but she had a bad feeling. All she knew was she needed to get out of there, now. Tucking the knife back in her bag, she grabbed her gun which was lying on the ground some distance away, putting it in her pants pocket. As she bent over to pick it up, she noticed it had landed by a small clearing near the edge of the woods. Cautiously she walked into the clearing. Inside she found some clothes thrown around, and another bag like the one she was holding.
Ashlie looked at the clothing, confused. Why someone would willingly strip down to nothing was perplexing to her. Her attention was quickly caught by a dull glint of metal, which turned out to be whoever this clothing belonged to's weapons. Why they would leave their weapons out in the open also didn't make sense, but she wasn't going to think too hard about it. It never occurred to the girl that whoever had just attacked her had left this stuff, as she quickly went to work collecting their rations, thankful that their first aid kit was untouched. She knew that at some point the dressings on her feet would need to be changed, so the new roll of gauze would be a welcome addition.
Finally, with everything from the bag transfered into her own, including the additional weapons, Ashlie walked back into the forest, putting as much distance between her and the rock formation where she had been sleeping before.
((Ashlie Jackson continued in The Sound of Silence))
The pink-haired girl shuddered. She had no clue what had just happened, but she had a bad feeling. All she knew was she needed to get out of there, now. Tucking the knife back in her bag, she grabbed her gun which was lying on the ground some distance away, putting it in her pants pocket. As she bent over to pick it up, she noticed it had landed by a small clearing near the edge of the woods. Cautiously she walked into the clearing. Inside she found some clothes thrown around, and another bag like the one she was holding.
Ashlie looked at the clothing, confused. Why someone would willingly strip down to nothing was perplexing to her. Her attention was quickly caught by a dull glint of metal, which turned out to be whoever this clothing belonged to's weapons. Why they would leave their weapons out in the open also didn't make sense, but she wasn't going to think too hard about it. It never occurred to the girl that whoever had just attacked her had left this stuff, as she quickly went to work collecting their rations, thankful that their first aid kit was untouched. She knew that at some point the dressings on her feet would need to be changed, so the new roll of gauze would be a welcome addition.
Finally, with everything from the bag transfered into her own, including the additional weapons, Ashlie walked back into the forest, putting as much distance between her and the rock formation where she had been sleeping before.
((Ashlie Jackson continued in The Sound of Silence))
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