Camera #239 captured Tina Luz entered the old warehouse. It appeared she had slept outside, she was gritty. One hand was still wrapped around the glass shard, her hand was bandage and her blade had her scarf wrapped around it. It was moments before the announcement, the viewer saw her enter the building then swapped to camera #223, watching her entrance in the building.
She waved her head around the building, casually sniffing the air. The viewer watched her traits harden and her nose twitch away. There was a corpse just outside the warehouse but Tina had ignored it, she didn't know the person and she didn't care about some random corpse.
The announcement started, the viewer carefully listened to the names of the victims and killers and flinched when Blaine Eno's name was announced and Tina shoved her fist into the wall.
"Why?"
Tina only had that question, why did Blaine Eno die? She should have killed, should have been dead by her hands. She should have carved her initials in his corpse, not that Michael person. She didn't hate Michael for that but she was angry. At herself for missing and at Blaine for dying so quickly, they both had roles and Tina was eager to fulfill it but Blaine took the easy way out.
Tina wanted to kill Blaine for dying. She wanted to kill him, take his life and spit it out and step on it. He didn't deserve it, Tina deserved his.
Camera #231 was filming the corpse of Blaine Eno. This same camera had recorded his death and part of the torture of his killer. The viewer didn't watch it, she was more interested by Tina. She knew her. Or, she used to know her. What she was now wasn't the girl she knew, she became something else, something scarier.
Tina opened to door and saw the corpse. The corpse was messy. She saw the clothes. She knew the clothes. She hit the corpse. She stabbed the corpse. She shot the corpse. She insulted the corpse.
The viewer watched. She closed her laptop and turned to her mom. She told what was her sister doing while she packed the bags in the car. They were leaving, and never returning back.
she lit the bridge and burned it
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The searing pain in her left hand had subsided after removing the glass shard from her hands and laying another layer of gauze. Her palm was already cut and now her thumb and index had glass shard holes in them. This reckless act of behavior would probably leave a permanent scar on her body.
The cigarette in her mouth, eroding her lungs probably wouldn't get the chance to.
She had one in her mouth, digging into Blaine's bag. No weapon, but medikit and food and water. And more importantly, the pack of cigarettes. She stomped another time on Blaine's body, this time in the crotch. She took what she needed from his bag then shoved it in hers.
"Fuck you man.
"Fuck you and your stupid life
"Fuck your parents too, you should have been aborted."
The cigarette in her mouth, eroding her lungs probably wouldn't get the chance to.
She had one in her mouth, digging into Blaine's bag. No weapon, but medikit and food and water. And more importantly, the pack of cigarettes. She stomped another time on Blaine's body, this time in the crotch. She took what she needed from his bag then shoved it in hers.
"Fuck you man.
"Fuck you and your stupid life
"Fuck your parents too, you should have been aborted."
Tina had scavenged every thing she could. She saw a fishy looking pair of pliers, and kicked them away. They were bloody, she didn't want to know why they were like this. The old warehouse still had okay things, even though it was abandonned and cleaned out of everywhere that was obviously a weapon like a nice and shiny hammer, and the ones that were still present were covered with a thick layer of crusty rust, probably would give you tetanus just by looking at it.
She emptied all the bags, cleaned out their content and threw them to the side. She took what she needed: first-aid kits, food, water, and a bag of thumbtacks. She didn't know what to do with that last thing, probably could put it in the food of someone or maybe put it on the floor. She didn't know but she still took them. She'd rather have them on her then have them in her.
She stocked on food, water, first-aid related supplies. She could live off them if she rationned herself. She had her gun. Now, she just needed a new weapon for close combat quarter since the last one ended up going in a corpse.
Tina raised her right foot, and considered what to stomp on.
An arm bone could be a shiv, right?
She emptied all the bags, cleaned out their content and threw them to the side. She took what she needed: first-aid kits, food, water, and a bag of thumbtacks. She didn't know what to do with that last thing, probably could put it in the food of someone or maybe put it on the floor. She didn't know but she still took them. She'd rather have them on her then have them in her.
She stocked on food, water, first-aid related supplies. She could live off them if she rationned herself. She had her gun. Now, she just needed a new weapon for close combat quarter since the last one ended up going in a corpse.
Tina raised her right foot, and considered what to stomp on.
An arm bone could be a shiv, right?
Quietly, she dragged Blaine Eno's corpse. It was in the middle of the warehouse, the cameras above captured the moment and Tina knew it. Part of her wanted the world to see, another part of her wanted the world to look away. She didn't know what she wanted but she knew what she was going to do.
Her foot had stomped the broken wooden box in pieces, she had carefully put them on Blaine's body. She did the same for the table but decided to keep one of its leg as a weapon. The other three legs went straight on the corpse of her foe. The chairs were threw against wall, then slammed on the body.
She realizes the whole place smelled funny, she assumed it was the bodies she piled up.
She pulled out one of her bottles of disinfectant, spray some on her cut hand and poured the rest on the bodies. She threw the bottle on top of it, it ricocheted away, taunting Tina but she smirked and pulled out her lighter and a piece of wrapped up gauze. She smeared it with some of the alcohol then flicked her lighter and then the fire was born.
Her foot had stomped the broken wooden box in pieces, she had carefully put them on Blaine's body. She did the same for the table but decided to keep one of its leg as a weapon. The other three legs went straight on the corpse of her foe. The chairs were threw against wall, then slammed on the body.
She realizes the whole place smelled funny, she assumed it was the bodies she piled up.
She pulled out one of her bottles of disinfectant, spray some on her cut hand and poured the rest on the bodies. She threw the bottle on top of it, it ricocheted away, taunting Tina but she smirked and pulled out her lighter and a piece of wrapped up gauze. She smeared it with some of the alcohol then flicked her lighter and then the fire was born.
Her lips bowed, forming a heart, letting the white smoke fly into the air. She was sitting on a bucket, outside of the warehouse. Her legs were crossed as she smoked her way through her cigarette. She looked at the sky, at the horizon, and toward the ground all at once. Tina Luz had she wanted: her revenge.
A dead Blaine Eno was cremating behind her, forming black smoke that escaped from the mouth that was the entrance of the old warehouse. It smoked Blaine's body, not entirely but enough to let it char. The splinters and the other wooden items were the one creating the most smoke, and partially a part of Blaine's clothes also ignited when she threw the piece of gauze lit by her hands. She didn't know that in actuality that Blaine's body would probably look similar but just darker, but in Tina's mind it was a complete deliverance.
She had the catharsis she wanted. Blaine Eno was dead. She had what she wanted and what he had. She didn't kill him but he was dead. Tina Luz still wanted to go home but after this interlude, she felt ready. She didn't know what for, but she felt ready.
She turned around staring at the burning mass and let out a sigh. He was truly dead. She regretted not killing him, she could have easily at several occassions yet she missed them all. It was a mistake. She realized she didn't really thought anything through. She just piled up all the bodies in the warehouse in one spot, threw a bunch of broken things on top of it, and lit it up.
A carefully planned impulse resulted in a fire that shallowed three dead boy and released happiness in Tina's muscles.
Yet, she wasn't completely happy. A dark cloud was looming above her head, carefully raining on her then when she looked, it would be gone. She questioned the thought but it didn't answer. Then she knew, Natalie and Kyran were still alive and she knew what she had to do all of sudden.
She walked back to the pile of burning body. The blaze was dying, the fuel she had used wasn't the best and was just good at giving a good flame, nothing more. She still looked into the fire. She pulled on the bandage on her eye and threw it to the fire.
"It's weird."
Perhaps she was already dead and this was a limbo. Maybe the terrorists actually killed them all and their corpses were still rotting in the sun, maybe none of this mattered but she continued.
"You ain't shit now. I'm talking to you Blaine. You are dead and I'm alive."
She threw her dead cigarette to the bodies.
"The other two, I don't know who you are and even if I knew it wouldn't change the fact I don't care about you. That's all, see you in hell."
A dead Blaine Eno was cremating behind her, forming black smoke that escaped from the mouth that was the entrance of the old warehouse. It smoked Blaine's body, not entirely but enough to let it char. The splinters and the other wooden items were the one creating the most smoke, and partially a part of Blaine's clothes also ignited when she threw the piece of gauze lit by her hands. She didn't know that in actuality that Blaine's body would probably look similar but just darker, but in Tina's mind it was a complete deliverance.
She had the catharsis she wanted. Blaine Eno was dead. She had what she wanted and what he had. She didn't kill him but he was dead. Tina Luz still wanted to go home but after this interlude, she felt ready. She didn't know what for, but she felt ready.
She turned around staring at the burning mass and let out a sigh. He was truly dead. She regretted not killing him, she could have easily at several occassions yet she missed them all. It was a mistake. She realized she didn't really thought anything through. She just piled up all the bodies in the warehouse in one spot, threw a bunch of broken things on top of it, and lit it up.
A carefully planned impulse resulted in a fire that shallowed three dead boy and released happiness in Tina's muscles.
Yet, she wasn't completely happy. A dark cloud was looming above her head, carefully raining on her then when she looked, it would be gone. She questioned the thought but it didn't answer. Then she knew, Natalie and Kyran were still alive and she knew what she had to do all of sudden.
She walked back to the pile of burning body. The blaze was dying, the fuel she had used wasn't the best and was just good at giving a good flame, nothing more. She still looked into the fire. She pulled on the bandage on her eye and threw it to the fire.
"It's weird."
Perhaps she was already dead and this was a limbo. Maybe the terrorists actually killed them all and their corpses were still rotting in the sun, maybe none of this mattered but she continued.
"You ain't shit now. I'm talking to you Blaine. You are dead and I'm alive."
She threw her dead cigarette to the bodies.
"The other two, I don't know who you are and even if I knew it wouldn't change the fact I don't care about you. That's all, see you in hell."
((Nate Chauncey continued from Crawl, Into the Nothing))
There was smoke rising in the distance. Nate had spotted it, halfway through the now overly-familiar woods. The fire was intensely smoky, even at a distance, and it had taken Nate more time than expected to arrive at the source. Smaller than anticipated, the distance had deceived.
The smell was deeply disturbing. Nate's family had a wood fireplace, the very traditional type, and she had fond memories of sitting nearby doodling while her family thrilled at a sports game on TV. The comfortable winter scent of pine warmth. She had been to all sorts of barbecues with a myriad of relatives, and even in the noise of the people, trying to find a quiet place to rest, the smell of cooking food was invigorating.
This was neither of those. As she approached the clouds of smoke borne from what burned within, the smell was uncanny. There was a foulness to it, like burned plastic. The cooking of meat, in particular, stood out. That was...that was wrong.
Nate didn't really want to go into the place. Something, some...someone was burning, and she had a knife. An eerily bloody knife, at that. Might help, probably wouldn't. She really ought to just go a different direction.
We crawl towards it, still wishing to be mourned.
Oh, for goodness' sake. Nate had just turned to face the other direction, and now she found herself hesitating.Fine.
Into the fire.
Nate had at least taken the time to fumble with her jacket and use it as a makeshift mask over her nose and mouth. Her eyes stung, but luckily she could breathe, and also the smoke wasn't as bad in the high-ceiling of the warehouse. The narrow doorway was awful, but being inside she could see at least.
As she stepped into view of the fiery smear in her watering eyes, Nate blinked and tried to gather her surroundings. There were some very distinct shapes in that flame, and Nate had to pull herself away from them to avoid freaking out too much.
A girl with an athletic figure faced the flame, the crackle of the fire eerily echoing in Nate's mind.
"Hi." Nate said, her voice unexpectedly even, maybe even a little friendly in tone. "What are you doing?"
There was smoke rising in the distance. Nate had spotted it, halfway through the now overly-familiar woods. The fire was intensely smoky, even at a distance, and it had taken Nate more time than expected to arrive at the source. Smaller than anticipated, the distance had deceived.
The smell was deeply disturbing. Nate's family had a wood fireplace, the very traditional type, and she had fond memories of sitting nearby doodling while her family thrilled at a sports game on TV. The comfortable winter scent of pine warmth. She had been to all sorts of barbecues with a myriad of relatives, and even in the noise of the people, trying to find a quiet place to rest, the smell of cooking food was invigorating.
This was neither of those. As she approached the clouds of smoke borne from what burned within, the smell was uncanny. There was a foulness to it, like burned plastic. The cooking of meat, in particular, stood out. That was...that was wrong.
Nate didn't really want to go into the place. Something, some...someone was burning, and she had a knife. An eerily bloody knife, at that. Might help, probably wouldn't. She really ought to just go a different direction.
We crawl towards it, still wishing to be mourned.
Oh, for goodness' sake. Nate had just turned to face the other direction, and now she found herself hesitating.Fine.
Into the fire.
Nate had at least taken the time to fumble with her jacket and use it as a makeshift mask over her nose and mouth. Her eyes stung, but luckily she could breathe, and also the smoke wasn't as bad in the high-ceiling of the warehouse. The narrow doorway was awful, but being inside she could see at least.
As she stepped into view of the fiery smear in her watering eyes, Nate blinked and tried to gather her surroundings. There were some very distinct shapes in that flame, and Nate had to pull herself away from them to avoid freaking out too much.
A girl with an athletic figure faced the flame, the crackle of the fire eerily echoing in Nate's mind.
"Hi." Nate said, her voice unexpectedly even, maybe even a little friendly in tone. "What are you doing?"
Tina stood in front of the fire, waiting for the last flames to die. They were eating up the flammable objects set for sacrifice, leaving none to sustain the new flames. It was then she noticed the horrid smell of the burnt bodies. It was something akin of burnt hair and plastic. The bodies didn't fly into smoke, they still had all their body part but they were effectively cooked. She knew after this she'd always take her steak the rarest.
She also noticed the smoke. Well, she already noticed it but she just realized she was inhaling it. She coughed softly. She considered stepping back but she stayed there, letting herself be surrounded by the smoke. It was hot, too hot almost. She heard her skin asking to back away but she didn't listen to it it. It wouldn't kill her.
A voice from the other side called her but she stayed captivated by the dancing, dying flames. They twirled softly, begging for the food that Tina had but refused to give. She felt home, for a moment. Maybe it was because she stared into the fire for too long or the smoke she had inside of her body, but she felt good. A feeling of belonging was inside of her, she was happy.
Tina turned slowly toward the girl. She had asked a question a couple seconds earlier but Tina didn't know what to answer. She felt lost, Blaine was dead. There was nothing to say about him, really. She burned his body to free herself from his grasp on her mind but he was still everywhere. She didn't know what to think.
"I burned three bodies."
Clear, concise, complete. No room for interpretation, just a single line that made what she did clear. The girl in front of her wouldn't know the implications and she decided to keep it that way.
"Do you know where is Natalie Winters and Kyran Something-maybe-Dean?"
That's what Tina wanted to know, that's the thing that would get her moving. Her grudge for them would be her fuel to continue her life.
She also noticed the smoke. Well, she already noticed it but she just realized she was inhaling it. She coughed softly. She considered stepping back but she stayed there, letting herself be surrounded by the smoke. It was hot, too hot almost. She heard her skin asking to back away but she didn't listen to it it. It wouldn't kill her.
A voice from the other side called her but she stayed captivated by the dancing, dying flames. They twirled softly, begging for the food that Tina had but refused to give. She felt home, for a moment. Maybe it was because she stared into the fire for too long or the smoke she had inside of her body, but she felt good. A feeling of belonging was inside of her, she was happy.
Tina turned slowly toward the girl. She had asked a question a couple seconds earlier but Tina didn't know what to answer. She felt lost, Blaine was dead. There was nothing to say about him, really. She burned his body to free herself from his grasp on her mind but he was still everywhere. She didn't know what to think.
"I burned three bodies."
Clear, concise, complete. No room for interpretation, just a single line that made what she did clear. The girl in front of her wouldn't know the implications and she decided to keep it that way.
"Do you know where is Natalie Winters and Kyran Something-maybe-Dean?"
That's what Tina wanted to know, that's the thing that would get her moving. Her grudge for them would be her fuel to continue her life.
Three bodies.
It didn't really matter who they were, who they were before they became blobs of meat, not really. They were roasted, charred, burnt beyond mortality; kindling, fuel, their bodies and souls consumed by this place.
Nate didn't really want to know their names, no. Nobody she really cared for, or could afford to care for, was here. These poor bodies were nobody now, and getting hung up on the names of the dead was risky business.
That said, the girl was burning the bodies of her classmates. That was an alarming behavior. Still, she didn't attack on sight, so that was always a good indication of peacefulness. She'd burned bodies, obviously, but a snapshot of the scene lacking context told her very little.
Nate jumped but then relaxed. The girl was looking for people, one of them named Natalie, but it wasn't her. She half-smiled, almost, and shook her head. "Sorry. I'm Nate Chauncey, not Winters."
It was still terribly smoky in here. Nate rubbed her eyes and stepped back from the smoky flames. She coughed lightly, and squinted at the girl. The obvious question was all too available, dangerous and tempting. "Why them?"
It didn't really matter who they were, who they were before they became blobs of meat, not really. They were roasted, charred, burnt beyond mortality; kindling, fuel, their bodies and souls consumed by this place.
Nate didn't really want to know their names, no. Nobody she really cared for, or could afford to care for, was here. These poor bodies were nobody now, and getting hung up on the names of the dead was risky business.
That said, the girl was burning the bodies of her classmates. That was an alarming behavior. Still, she didn't attack on sight, so that was always a good indication of peacefulness. She'd burned bodies, obviously, but a snapshot of the scene lacking context told her very little.
Nate jumped but then relaxed. The girl was looking for people, one of them named Natalie, but it wasn't her. She half-smiled, almost, and shook her head. "Sorry. I'm Nate Chauncey, not Winters."
It was still terribly smoky in here. Nate rubbed her eyes and stepped back from the smoky flames. She coughed lightly, and squinted at the girl. The obvious question was all too available, dangerous and tempting. "Why them?"
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Somersault
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((Natali Greer continued from Final Requiem))
While swimming had given Natali fairly decent stamina, she wasn't exactly as graceful as land as she was on water. So, her lungs burned, her feet ached after maybe like 10 minutes or so, but she wasn’t sure what time it was. Could only guess based on the position of the sun or whatever, and even as dawn started to begin, it still felt like she was running away from everything.
She couldn't run away forever, but she just wanted not to think about whatever was happening.
The announcements began playing as she laid in a bush, unable to sleep but unwilling to stand up, simply staring at the sky. It wasn't a wise decision; she knew that, but she needed to rest, and maybe she needed to pretend that for one moment everything was going to be all right. It wasn't, of course, but she just needed a break from reality for a bit.
Simon had died. Simon, Simon, Simon, the creepy guy who had ended up accidentally saving her life. Had it seriously only been two days ago that all of that had happened? The trip, then that day, with Simon and Kyran and Blaine and Tina and Kris and all the people, and then yesterday, when she had killed someone. Aria.
Saw his face in her head again, the blood. No, it was the corpse, the body's face. That wasn't Aria anymore, it was like a shell or something, nothing valuable left there anymore. Still, it gave her knots in her stomach, made her sick, and as much as she wanted to escape the topic, she knew she probably couldn't. Couldn’t escape any of this.
Maybe they all were doomed to a fate like that, trapped and unable to break free, but Natali wasn't here for that. But, she wasn't sure if her opinion on things would even change matters much.
Maybe all she needed to do was live. That was the goal, right? Live. It was such a simple four-letter word, one that she could strive for, believe in with all of her heart, even if she didn’t really know what it meant.
Soon after, she went back to moving, although this time only at a slow jog, and as she approached the burning warehouse, her first thoughts were to get the hell out of dodge immediately. Like, immediately immediately.
She slowed from a jog to a walk, as she continued to hold her gun tight to her side. The gun was pointed at the ground, but it had to be ready. She had to be ready.
The gun still kept her safe, even if she hated it. Worse came to worse, she could use it to scare off people or something, draw their attention from the bandage wrapped around her leg. She would be strong, she was sure of that.
As the flames drew closer and she had to squint her eyes to keep on pressing forward, she spotted someone right at the entrance to the building. It was the other Natalie, but she went by like Nate or something. Artsy, kinda weird? She could deal with that.
She still walked closer, slowly approaching the flames, careful not to get too close. She never was the biggest fan of fire, and she wasn't just about to go face the flames now. But, just a bit closer, when she thought she saw another figure. One that she was fairly sure she had seen before on this island.
Nate was talking to the figure, saying that she wasn’t Natalie Winters, but Chauncey. Nat was pretty sure there were only two Natali(e)s in the batch, so she was confused. But, no better time than ever to clear shit up.
"Hey,” she called out, eyes wide and bloodshot. “Am I the Natali you’re looking for?
The gun was still held right against her leg, shaking noticeably. All they needed to know was that the gun was right there.
Maybe it was stupid to have introduced herself, but it was too late for regrets now. Only consequences.
While swimming had given Natali fairly decent stamina, she wasn't exactly as graceful as land as she was on water. So, her lungs burned, her feet ached after maybe like 10 minutes or so, but she wasn’t sure what time it was. Could only guess based on the position of the sun or whatever, and even as dawn started to begin, it still felt like she was running away from everything.
She couldn't run away forever, but she just wanted not to think about whatever was happening.
The announcements began playing as she laid in a bush, unable to sleep but unwilling to stand up, simply staring at the sky. It wasn't a wise decision; she knew that, but she needed to rest, and maybe she needed to pretend that for one moment everything was going to be all right. It wasn't, of course, but she just needed a break from reality for a bit.
Simon had died. Simon, Simon, Simon, the creepy guy who had ended up accidentally saving her life. Had it seriously only been two days ago that all of that had happened? The trip, then that day, with Simon and Kyran and Blaine and Tina and Kris and all the people, and then yesterday, when she had killed someone. Aria.
Saw his face in her head again, the blood. No, it was the corpse, the body's face. That wasn't Aria anymore, it was like a shell or something, nothing valuable left there anymore. Still, it gave her knots in her stomach, made her sick, and as much as she wanted to escape the topic, she knew she probably couldn't. Couldn’t escape any of this.
Maybe they all were doomed to a fate like that, trapped and unable to break free, but Natali wasn't here for that. But, she wasn't sure if her opinion on things would even change matters much.
Maybe all she needed to do was live. That was the goal, right? Live. It was such a simple four-letter word, one that she could strive for, believe in with all of her heart, even if she didn’t really know what it meant.
Soon after, she went back to moving, although this time only at a slow jog, and as she approached the burning warehouse, her first thoughts were to get the hell out of dodge immediately. Like, immediately immediately.
She slowed from a jog to a walk, as she continued to hold her gun tight to her side. The gun was pointed at the ground, but it had to be ready. She had to be ready.
The gun still kept her safe, even if she hated it. Worse came to worse, she could use it to scare off people or something, draw their attention from the bandage wrapped around her leg. She would be strong, she was sure of that.
As the flames drew closer and she had to squint her eyes to keep on pressing forward, she spotted someone right at the entrance to the building. It was the other Natalie, but she went by like Nate or something. Artsy, kinda weird? She could deal with that.
She still walked closer, slowly approaching the flames, careful not to get too close. She never was the biggest fan of fire, and she wasn't just about to go face the flames now. But, just a bit closer, when she thought she saw another figure. One that she was fairly sure she had seen before on this island.
Nate was talking to the figure, saying that she wasn’t Natalie Winters, but Chauncey. Nat was pretty sure there were only two Natali(e)s in the batch, so she was confused. But, no better time than ever to clear shit up.
"Hey,” she called out, eyes wide and bloodshot. “Am I the Natali you’re looking for?
The gun was still held right against her leg, shaking noticeably. All they needed to know was that the gun was right there.
Maybe it was stupid to have introduced herself, but it was too late for regrets now. Only consequences.
"I said: "Die"!"
Tina launched forward. Anger, that's what was inside of her body. If her weapon of choice was a sword, it would have went through Nate's body but luckily for her, the projectile missed her.
Or maybe it didn't.
She didn't care.
"Just fucking die."
Tina pulled the trigger a second time, echoing in the warehouse. Her senses were overcharged: she smelled everything from the burnt flesh to the gunpowder, felt everything from the scratched eye and burning sensation on her legs and heard everything from fire dying down to the gun shot that slammed her eardrums.
Tina launched forward. Anger, that's what was inside of her body. If her weapon of choice was a sword, it would have went through Nate's body but luckily for her, the projectile missed her.
Or maybe it didn't.
She didn't care.
"Just fucking die."
Tina pulled the trigger a second time, echoing in the warehouse. Her senses were overcharged: she smelled everything from the burnt flesh to the gunpowder, felt everything from the scratched eye and burning sensation on her legs and heard everything from fire dying down to the gun shot that slammed her eardrums.
There was a kind of intent in what happened. Not by anyone present, but the universe itself scheming to drive events in a certain direction. The end goal itself was impossible to guess, but the road to hell was paved with good intentions or so they say. Maybe that was it.
The 'Natali' who arrived was a face Nate recognized, the girl at school with beads in her hair, colorful bands on her teeth, a shifting rainbow of cosmetics on her lips and eyelids. Nate had never talked to her, had never known this other girl by name, but there was a familiarity there in her vibrancy, almost a sense of a kindred spirit. Louder, brighter, more outgoing, but something a little separate.
And now the girl with the gun and the eye wound Nate had only just now glimpsed was shooting at Natali. The first bullet was so unexpected that Nate didn't even realize it had passed her until the second shot screamed into life.
Nate stepped back as the shooter lunged. Whatever bad blood was here, it was burning hot as the flames, the permission to kill given by circumstance erasing any pettiness that might once have interfered.
There was a poem in her head, the one she'd idly thought up, which had sprung her into action, a rallying command to do or act. The one that brought her to this place, brought Nate into the fire.
She wasn't ready. Whatever the murderous or colorful girls were about to do, it scared her. There was no higher meaning there; whatever philosophy about life or responsibility or wading into danger to doing things had briefly urged her, it was all erased in a second as Nate's stumbling, arrhythmic footfalls faded into the distance.
((Nate Chauncey continued in To The Ashes Of Yesterday))
The 'Natali' who arrived was a face Nate recognized, the girl at school with beads in her hair, colorful bands on her teeth, a shifting rainbow of cosmetics on her lips and eyelids. Nate had never talked to her, had never known this other girl by name, but there was a familiarity there in her vibrancy, almost a sense of a kindred spirit. Louder, brighter, more outgoing, but something a little separate.
And now the girl with the gun and the eye wound Nate had only just now glimpsed was shooting at Natali. The first bullet was so unexpected that Nate didn't even realize it had passed her until the second shot screamed into life.
Nate stepped back as the shooter lunged. Whatever bad blood was here, it was burning hot as the flames, the permission to kill given by circumstance erasing any pettiness that might once have interfered.
There was a poem in her head, the one she'd idly thought up, which had sprung her into action, a rallying command to do or act. The one that brought her to this place, brought Nate into the fire.
She wasn't ready. Whatever the murderous or colorful girls were about to do, it scared her. There was no higher meaning there; whatever philosophy about life or responsibility or wading into danger to doing things had briefly urged her, it was all erased in a second as Nate's stumbling, arrhythmic footfalls faded into the distance.
((Nate Chauncey continued in To The Ashes Of Yesterday))
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Lord_Shadow
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- Team Affiliation: Emmy's Selkies
((Tania Chell continued from When There's Nothing Left to Burn, You Have to Set Yourself on Fire))
Tania ran far away from the blood and death and violence and anger and hate and everything else that she didn't like. There was nothing left for her anymore. She didn't even know where she was running to or why. There was no reason to do anything at this point, but she didn't want to just sit around waiting to die. She had to do something, even if she didn't exactly know what.
She heard gunshots not too far from her and she froze. Running to danger was not a smart idea, she knew that. She stood frozen in place while her mind processed the situation. Gunshots meant a gun was in play. Gunfire meant someone was probably dead or dying. A person who shot someone else was a killer. Bunny was a killer, Bunny had a gun, Bunny had just shot someone and would probably not hesitate to do so again. Bunny was a bad, vile, evil, cruel, vindictive, terrible person.
She was also Tania's only friend here.
Tania chuckled nervously. She was going to do something incredibly stupid after all. There was no reason to assume that Bunny would take her back, but maybe if she grovelled and begged and pleaded enough she might not get shot. Then she'd have a friend again, which was better than nothing.
Then maybe when her friend was asleep she could take back her vest and make a break for it. She could run and be free and safe with the vest even if it was a little damaged since Bunny got shot and bled anyway but what did that matter Tania would be safe and secure no one would ever hurt her again and she'd be able to just hide and not do anything to draw attention to herself and maybe she could survive and not have to kill anyone and and and...
Tania came up on the warehouse and poked her head inside. Two things were very apparent when she did. The first was that Bunny was not here after all. That was obvious looking back now, it wasn't like she was the only person with a gun in this place. The second was that there were two people with guns, but only one seemed to have fired.
Tania may have made a mistake coming here. Now there were two people who could shoot and kill her.
Tania ran far away from the blood and death and violence and anger and hate and everything else that she didn't like. There was nothing left for her anymore. She didn't even know where she was running to or why. There was no reason to do anything at this point, but she didn't want to just sit around waiting to die. She had to do something, even if she didn't exactly know what.
She heard gunshots not too far from her and she froze. Running to danger was not a smart idea, she knew that. She stood frozen in place while her mind processed the situation. Gunshots meant a gun was in play. Gunfire meant someone was probably dead or dying. A person who shot someone else was a killer. Bunny was a killer, Bunny had a gun, Bunny had just shot someone and would probably not hesitate to do so again. Bunny was a bad, vile, evil, cruel, vindictive, terrible person.
She was also Tania's only friend here.
Tania chuckled nervously. She was going to do something incredibly stupid after all. There was no reason to assume that Bunny would take her back, but maybe if she grovelled and begged and pleaded enough she might not get shot. Then she'd have a friend again, which was better than nothing.
Then maybe when her friend was asleep she could take back her vest and make a break for it. She could run and be free and safe with the vest even if it was a little damaged since Bunny got shot and bled anyway but what did that matter Tania would be safe and secure no one would ever hurt her again and she'd be able to just hide and not do anything to draw attention to herself and maybe she could survive and not have to kill anyone and and and...
Tania came up on the warehouse and poked her head inside. Two things were very apparent when she did. The first was that Bunny was not here after all. That was obvious looking back now, it wasn't like she was the only person with a gun in this place. The second was that there were two people with guns, but only one seemed to have fired.
Tania may have made a mistake coming here. Now there were two people who could shoot and kill her.
There was once a dumb psuedo-news line here. Now there's this pretentious nonsense. YOU1 DID THIS, YOU1 KNOW WHO YOU1 ARE!
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.
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Somersault
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Oh shit. Oh, holy shit.
Tina was shooting at her, looking like fucking Freddy Krueger or something, and all Natali could do was scream out in terror, looking for someone, anyone, to help her. Not like this, it couldn't end like this, not after she killed someone and so she could live. It had to be worth something, right?
The gun was still in her hands, but she had to click off the safety again or something, but her hands were shaking so much. She had to calm herself enough, center her mind, but instead her eyes remained fixed on the girl lunging towards her. The bullets whizzed over her head, as her heart continued to beat rapidly.
Now, Tina was screaming at her, shouting at her to go up and die, and Natali couldn't agree with that. No. No. Her ears were ringing, and her mind was still playing out all the scenarios in which this could get even worse, but she couldn't just lay down and take it.
"BITCH, NO."
Maybe she wouldn't be able to do anything else. Maybe, though, it'd buy her enough time to get away, or at least actually do something about her gun.
Wildly looking around for anything to help her, she noticed that Nate wasn't there anymore. Well, it was good for her that a crazy one-eyed girl wasn't trying to murder her, but in her place, there was another girl. Didn't know her name, no, but she had seen her around school. Tammy? Tia? Terrie?
Who knew, really, but what mattered in that moment was that there was someone else. Someone to help her. A chance at living. Had to take it. Had to grab it until her knuckles turned white, until she couldn't hang on any longer.
"Help." It came out much quieter than she had intended. Hopefully the new person could read lips.
Tina was shooting at her, looking like fucking Freddy Krueger or something, and all Natali could do was scream out in terror, looking for someone, anyone, to help her. Not like this, it couldn't end like this, not after she killed someone and so she could live. It had to be worth something, right?
The gun was still in her hands, but she had to click off the safety again or something, but her hands were shaking so much. She had to calm herself enough, center her mind, but instead her eyes remained fixed on the girl lunging towards her. The bullets whizzed over her head, as her heart continued to beat rapidly.
Now, Tina was screaming at her, shouting at her to go up and die, and Natali couldn't agree with that. No. No. Her ears were ringing, and her mind was still playing out all the scenarios in which this could get even worse, but she couldn't just lay down and take it.
"BITCH, NO."
Maybe she wouldn't be able to do anything else. Maybe, though, it'd buy her enough time to get away, or at least actually do something about her gun.
Wildly looking around for anything to help her, she noticed that Nate wasn't there anymore. Well, it was good for her that a crazy one-eyed girl wasn't trying to murder her, but in her place, there was another girl. Didn't know her name, no, but she had seen her around school. Tammy? Tia? Terrie?
Who knew, really, but what mattered in that moment was that there was someone else. Someone to help her. A chance at living. Had to take it. Had to grab it until her knuckles turned white, until she couldn't hang on any longer.
"Help." It came out much quieter than she had intended. Hopefully the new person could read lips.
(Godmodding approved by Somer)
Tina rushed the other girl. Like a tiger, she leapt and pounced on top of Natali. She felt anger in a way she couldn't describe. As if something craved was taken away from her, right in front of her eyes and she, in all the desperation of the world, clinged to whatever gave her the feeling she loved. She didn't care about anything else than Nat in front of her.
The cameras, the bodies, the fire, the air: she didn't feel them anymore. She didn't see them, or smell them, or felt them. They were gone, dissoluted into her anger. She didn't scream, unable to concentrate on anything else her arms smashing against Nat. Her left hand was on the girl's face and her knees on her chest and they crashed down.
They tangled, they fell and gunshots rang.
That snapped her out, her anger disappeared as she stared at Nat's face with the barrel of her gun in her right hand and the butt of it ready to smash against the girl's face. She stared. She was frozen, her mouth opened slightly. Frozen in time. She didn't breath, nor closed her eyes. She only stared.
As if the switch was flipped off, she fell backward, her legs still around Nat's body but her arms off, exhaling slowly.
"Wrong one."
She looked to the left, she saw Tania.
"You too, wrong one."
Tina rushed the other girl. Like a tiger, she leapt and pounced on top of Natali. She felt anger in a way she couldn't describe. As if something craved was taken away from her, right in front of her eyes and she, in all the desperation of the world, clinged to whatever gave her the feeling she loved. She didn't care about anything else than Nat in front of her.
The cameras, the bodies, the fire, the air: she didn't feel them anymore. She didn't see them, or smell them, or felt them. They were gone, dissoluted into her anger. She didn't scream, unable to concentrate on anything else her arms smashing against Nat. Her left hand was on the girl's face and her knees on her chest and they crashed down.
They tangled, they fell and gunshots rang.
That snapped her out, her anger disappeared as she stared at Nat's face with the barrel of her gun in her right hand and the butt of it ready to smash against the girl's face. She stared. She was frozen, her mouth opened slightly. Frozen in time. She didn't breath, nor closed her eyes. She only stared.
As if the switch was flipped off, she fell backward, her legs still around Nat's body but her arms off, exhaling slowly.
"Wrong one."
She looked to the left, she saw Tania.
"You too, wrong one."