BORN TO DIE / WORLD IS A FUCK / 鬼神 Kill Em All 2026 / I am trash man / 33 DEAD BRITS

[Irina Ivanov]

Lucy gave Dan a similarly questioning look, although it also had undertones of confusion behind it. Was this not how it was supposed to go? Should she stay quiet? She had faltered on her words, but she continued talking, like she had trouble hearing Dan. Indeed, her vision and hearing was off, like she was in a dream again. Lucy stared down where Dan's hand was, where-

Lucy blinked again, staring right at the knife. Flickering in and out, Lucy repeatingly blinked, as if she was getting sand out of her eyes, and when she looked again: The knife wasn't there. Did Dan put it away? Or did...she imagine it? After all, she felt that string rapidly unfurl, and with every loop undone, Lucy felt her vision grown more and more blurry.

Then, just like the knife, Dan had disappeared too.

Snapping back into reality, Lucy looked up, and saw that girl running, and Dan following.

And that girl's destination? The death trap that was the jagged glass window, every side sticking out grotesquely like the window wanted to cut into every possible part of the body. Lucy burst into a full on sprint, following after Dan. The only things she could hear, as the hyperventilation from herself, and Dan's expletive.

Then, the scream, bursted at the seams with agony.

Lucy stopped, and stared down at Cass, and Dan and...Lucy tried hard not to look away. The smell, the blood, it sounded familiar to her eyes, but not to her nose or tongue. Lucy didn't blink, or make an expression. She dropped to her knees, her kneecaps cutting into some small shards in the process.

What....was she supposed to do? She should have tried to stop the bleeding, tried to get a tourniquet before he bled out. She should have done everything every single medical manual told her to do. But she didn't. After all, Lucy might have read how to do things, but that did not mean she could do it all, or even much things. Medical abilities was one of those things.

She could not do anything. She simply gave Dan a wide eyed, emotional expression that had neither a smile nor frown, and she shuddered and rocked around slightly. She seemed to be whispering something only she could hear, and her vacant eyes seemed glassy and unaware.

[CondorTalon]

For a shred of a second, Cassandra felt a smidgen of hope. Maybe a bit optimistic but maybe she could manage to get through with minimal damage to herself.

But just as she reached the window, someone grabbed her from behind.

She was being attacked again.

The hope gave way to panic and Cassandra yelled, her mind in a frenzy. She flailed, then, swinging her arms wildly. The shard in her hand, clipped someone, and she felt resistance as it tore through something. She didn't know. There was a voice, a roar, not hers. Couldn't be hers. Too deep. It was them... whoever had grabbed her.

Her thoughts halted as she fell to the floor. Her head spun and she struggled to get to her feet. She couldn't see clearly, and she was struggling for air. But they were still there. And they were angry.

She was too scared to think clearly. Instead she acted on instinct and adrenaline. Maybe a bit on panic and paranoia. They were in front of her, still. She screamed, then, thrusting the shard into the figure in front of her with as much force as she could.

[Frozen Smoke]

It was as the figure in front of him turned around, weapon still in hand, red fluid clinging in thin strands that bled into the cloth she was grasping onto. She'd stabbed him. Right in the fucking leg. She was fighting him. She was working with them. She was doing what the Americans wanted them to do. She was a fucking traitor.

It felt like his heart had both stopped, even though he could hear it's beat clearly in his ears, as he looked down at his hand instinctively pressing against the wound. He was almost level with her. She looked feral, there was terror in her eyes.

She acted first, and the shard of glass came forwards, angled at his throat. His eyes went wide, and his hand shot up, trying to get in between it and him. There was a sickening feeling as the foreign object penetrated his palm, burying deep in it before the point snapped off.

He could tell she hadn't gotten his throat by the scream of pain and terror continuing for a moment longer, before giving way to panicked breathing, almost panting as he renewed his appreciation for being able to do so.

He stood up straight. As straight as he could as his left leg burnt, and his right hung uselessly by his side. He could deal with that later. First of all he needed to stop this. Stop her.

He brought his left arm back, trying to throw a punch.

He hesitated for a moment.

Where was he going to hit her?

He couldn't hit her in the head.

It might kill her.

He took a step backwards.

And another.

He felt light.

his leg didn't even hurt any more

he sat down anyway

he leant back against the wall

people were moving

he felt wet

dan shut his eyes

M05 - NEWHOUSE, DANIEL - Eliminated

[Irina Ivanov]

So that was it. That was how people died, neither a bang or whimper, but as something unique. Something that went beyond words. Lucy stared at the blood spattered body, pools of red dye spilling up of Dan. His face was...muddled by Lucy's blurry vision.

The boy she had grown attached to had just died, so why...why was the only feeling she felt a pitch black mixture of emotions she could not describe, and most of all, emptiness.

Just moments ago, this piece of flesh had a face, and a name, a life. But now, it was just a dead body, Lucy had trouble drawing out the name, or even in recognising Daniel's face. Maybe it was a defence mechanism. Maybe, if she truly experienced his death, then Lucy would be like Ca-

Cass. The killer. Lucy, as soon as she thought about her, instantly used her duffel bag to shield herself from the new murderer. Lucy couldn't barely believe it, Cass, little skinny Cassandra Argent had gone and done the unforgivable. The duffel bag had the metal first aid kit inside after all, hopefully, that provided a little more protection then fabric. While trying to shield herself from any attacks, Lucy began to shuffle backwards.

[CondorTalon]

Cassandra's head was still spinning as she pulled the shard away. She stared, wide-eyed at the thi- person she'd stabbed. He stood up and pulled his hand back and Cassandra wanted to scream. It died in her throat as the boy fell to the floor. She... did that.

Oh god... she did that. She was a murderer.

No... no! No! He was trying to attack her. He wanted to kill her. Just like the other guy from before...

It was... self-defense. Self-defense. Right... yeah...

Oh god. Oh god. This was all wrong. Her head was spinning, and she panicked, and she...

There was a sudden movement, and everything came back with clarity. There was someone else still in the room. The girl was there, backing away, trying to shield herself.

The shard came up. Cassandra didn't want anyone else here.

"Go... away," she said. It came out hoarse. Too quiet. Too raspy. She needed to... she needed to be louder.

"LEAVE!"

[Irina Ivanov]

Lucy didn't want to believe Cassandra was a killer. Cassandra, the girl who, like a duck, took to playing in water, the girl who sat alone playing games that Lucy recognised. She was the shy, introvert who sung like an angel and drew masterpieces in art class, a class that Lucy herself simply flunked most of the time drawing stiff lifeless artworks. Somehow, Lucy thought that, should they have talked, they would have struck up a bond, as temporary as it may be. Two girls with no friends, birds of a feather. Sure, Lucy might have not liked music or art particularly, but she was willing to take up anything if it meant she could have a friend. She would have done anything for a friend.

But, Cassandra and Lucy passed by wordlessly in school, like faceless shadows in the night.

Now, look at what's happened. That world where Lucy and Cassandra would ever be friends was not this one. At least in this state, Cassandra could not be Lucy's friend. Blocking herself, the tall girl tried to cover as much of herself as she could, only looking in one eye, while the rest of her face was covered.

"...P-pardon me, can you speak u-"

Lucy didn't even cower behind her duffel bag, as she froze in fear. That one word rang through her ears, blocking everything else out: Leave. Using her hands to shuffle away from Cassandra, Lucy tried to stand up multiple times, only to fall right back, thanks to her useless grazed knees.

This person was no longer the Cassandra Lucy somewhat knew. This wasn't even a person she could recognise anymore. As the girl's face grew more blurry and muddled with every shuffle back, Lucy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up. She ran for the door, and threw it open, running as fast as she could out the door.

Leaving the last thread tying her to reality decaying in a pool of blood, inevitably to be forgotten.

(Lucy Arkwright continued in When A Curious Hate Oozes Calamity))

[CondorTalon]

Cassandra felt like throwing up. Everything hit her at once: the smell of blood, the body, the girl's hasty and clumsy retreat...

It was all wrong. She was supposed to... this wasn't supposed to have...

But it did. She couldn't take it back anymore. This wasn't a game where you could restart a level, or respawn, or anything like that. The boy was dead by her hands and she'd have to live with that.

But first she'd have to live.

After being attacked twice in one day, Cassandra realized that she couldn't trust anyone. Especially now that she'd killed someone. Everyone would know. And they wouldn't trust her, and therefore she couldn't trust them.

She'd painted a target on herself with this action, and so... so now, she couldn't afford to be careless. She couldn't trust anyone.

Cassandra felt a knot forming in her stomach and fought the urge to dry heave. It was the weight of everything coming crashing down.

Or maybe it was the body. For now, she decided to leave. The room? Or maybe the house?

Well, the room first. She'd decide on the house later.

((Cassandra Argent continued in SOMEONE SAW ME COVERED IN BLOOD AND ASKED WHO I WAS AND I PANICKED AND SAID "LUIGI".))