Boxes. On the way over, Sophie had seen a pile of boxes around the side of the jailhouse. What was in those boxes, she hadn't a clue, but that wasn't what was important.
What WAS important, though, was that they served as a nice means of getting her on top of the relatively low jailhouse roof. It was quite tricky dragging herself onto the roof, especially seeing as she needed to act fast before Bryant made his way through the door, but in the end she managed without too much hassle. Now all she had to do was wait for Bryan to rear his ugly head so she could open fire on him from behind.
It wasn't the most honorable way for him to go, true, but that had never stopped Sophie before.
Waiting, however, was more difficult than Sophie suspected it would be. Any moment now, Bryant would show up and she would have to shoot him before he could figure out what was going on. Whilst he may just be a conscious mass of muscles, Sophie suspected that Bryant wasn't dumb enough to not figure out where she was if she put it off too long. At the same time, she couldn't rush it and risk missing her target. No, she would have to be careful and precise. Choose her moment wisely, then strike when he least expects it.
C'mon damnit, show yourself so I can finish this!
She was beginning to suspect that he might of already caught on to her ambush when the door suddenly swung open and Bryant made his way out into the open, his back wide open to an attack. Perfect, the dark-skinned idiot is completely unaware. For a minute I thought this might actually be difficult...
Sophie aimed the shotgun down at the boy below her, his back firmly in her sights as her finger rested on the trigger. Whilst she was never one for savoring this kind of moment, deep down she couldn't deny the fact that there was something oddly appealing about the fact that everything was beginning to work for her benefit. Within the day, she had already removed three members of the competition quick concession, and very soon she will have removed four. Two of whom were the people she had pledged to seek out herself.
So long Bryant. Its a shame that......
A horrified look came to her face. One which bore the telltale sign of someone who had just suddenly realized that they had overlooked one minor, if significant, detail which could easily ruin the entire plan.
....I forgot to cock the shotgun! DAMN!
She had to act fast. Cock the shotgun then open fire before he could react. Sophie was sure that his reflexes weren't good enough to be able to shoot her in time...
...She was wrong.
After cocking her gun, Bryant almost immediately turned around and opened fire, causing Sophie to leap out of harm's way on reflex. However, she wasn't quick enough, and felt a burning pain erupt in her side as she fell from the top of the roof onto the grass with a sickening thud.
Things seemed to black out for a moment as she lay there, completely motionless as she struggled to figure out what exactly had happened to her. She was pretty certain that she hadn't broken anything important from the fall, but that didn't change the fact that she was still in a complete daze, and almost certainly suffering internal damage of some description. Had she been shot? She couldn't feel a bullet embedded in her, but guessing from the vicious pain in the side of her stomach it must have grazed her badly. Not fatally, but enough to look pretty bad from an outsider's perspective.
Come to think of it, provided she remained absolutely still, it was easy to assume that she had died from a gunshot...
Damnit... So much.... Pain..... But I must... Must keep focused. Not safe yet, not by a long margin. Need to act fast, act now whilst Bryant is still unaware. One more shot, that's all it'll take. One last shot before I can worry about what to do next.
And so, with this in mind, using all of her strength Sophie rolled over, aimed her shotgun up at Bryant, and pulled the trigger.
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He had got her. He had fucking got her. He had put this bitch down, and he could say that this was the only one of his kills he had felt good about, if only because of what he had known this girl had done.
Bryant was walking over to her, gun leveled, just to check and see, when something exploded in his abdomen.
Oh, fuck YOU.
He dropped the weapon and staggered off, clutching his belly.
((Bryant Carver continued in Native Son))
Bryant was walking over to her, gun leveled, just to check and see, when something exploded in his abdomen.
Oh, fuck YOU.
He dropped the weapon and staggered off, clutching his belly.
((Bryant Carver continued in Native Son))
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...She'd hit him.
Sophie just lay there for a moment as Bryant staggered off, allowing herself to calm down as she assessed the situation she'd found herself in.
Whilst things hadn't gone as smoothly as she'd of hoped, in the end she still managed to land a lethal wound on her adversary. Sure, he wasn't dead QUITE yet, but there was no way on earth that he'd last longer then an hour. She was just lucky that he decided to just leave rather then finish her off. She'd already been hurt badly enough by the fall to worry about dealing with a thoroughly annoyed dying Bryant Carver as well.
Speaking of which, she needed to get inside and stitch up this injury before she lost too much blood. She managed to get back onto her feet without too much trouble, although she was still feeling somewhat dizzy after falling from the top of the jailhouse. Undoubtedly, she was covered in bruises by this point. No broken bones though, thankfully, at least none that wouldn't impede her progress too severely. A simple rest was all that she needed right now, after she'd finished stitching her injury up anyway.
As she moved towards the building, she stopped and picked up the gun which Bryant had carelessly left behind. It was pistol of some description, although she didn't know enough about firearms to know what make it was. Not that it really mattered, all she needed to do with it was point it at her enemies and pull the trigger. If anything, Sophie would have preferred to have been assigned a handgun as her starting weapon. Its lighter, and arguably easier to use then the heavy shotgun which she had only recently gotten used to handling. Still, it was far too late in the game to complain now. At the very least, it would come in handy for dealing with her remaining classmates.
With this in mind, Sophie headed back inside the jailhouse, locked herself in the bathroom, and unzipped her bag.
Time to get to work...
...She'd hit him.
Sophie just lay there for a moment as Bryant staggered off, allowing herself to calm down as she assessed the situation she'd found herself in.
Whilst things hadn't gone as smoothly as she'd of hoped, in the end she still managed to land a lethal wound on her adversary. Sure, he wasn't dead QUITE yet, but there was no way on earth that he'd last longer then an hour. She was just lucky that he decided to just leave rather then finish her off. She'd already been hurt badly enough by the fall to worry about dealing with a thoroughly annoyed dying Bryant Carver as well.
Speaking of which, she needed to get inside and stitch up this injury before she lost too much blood. She managed to get back onto her feet without too much trouble, although she was still feeling somewhat dizzy after falling from the top of the jailhouse. Undoubtedly, she was covered in bruises by this point. No broken bones though, thankfully, at least none that wouldn't impede her progress too severely. A simple rest was all that she needed right now, after she'd finished stitching her injury up anyway.
As she moved towards the building, she stopped and picked up the gun which Bryant had carelessly left behind. It was pistol of some description, although she didn't know enough about firearms to know what make it was. Not that it really mattered, all she needed to do with it was point it at her enemies and pull the trigger. If anything, Sophie would have preferred to have been assigned a handgun as her starting weapon. Its lighter, and arguably easier to use then the heavy shotgun which she had only recently gotten used to handling. Still, it was far too late in the game to complain now. At the very least, it would come in handy for dealing with her remaining classmates.
With this in mind, Sophie headed back inside the jailhouse, locked herself in the bathroom, and unzipped her bag.
Time to get to work...
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It took a while, but eventually Sophie managed to stitch her wound up without much trouble. After all, it wasn't the first time she ever tended to her own injury, seeing as she never really trusted Stephanie with a needle.
Not that it was by any means an easy task, especially seeing as she could barely see the wound properly thanks to where it was. A vicious bullet graze along the side of her stomach. Not deep enough to be fatal or debilitating, but still enough to post a decent danger if it was left untreated. Her stitching and use of alcohol pads would do for now, but she'd need proper medical treatment once this mess was finally over. At the very least, she wasn't feeling disorientated from her fall anymore, and whilst most of her bruises still hurt she could still move about without too much trouble.
Still, whilst Stephanie hadn't been very useful when it came to first aid, thinking about her just reminded Sophie of all the time they had shared together. How she had known Stephanie since the day she was born, grown up alongside her. Guided her and made sure she didn't make any silly mistakes, how she had looked after her.
How she had failed to save her life.
How she had used her just to further her own personal goals.
How it had essentially been her fault that Stephanie died in the first place.
No, can't dwell on the past. Must look forward at all times. Surviving this mess is all that matters, nothing else whatsoever...
...Except.
Ryan Montoya. The girl who really killed Stephanie.
She was the only real exception. She had to die personally by Sophie's hands, and no-one else's. Her retribution on Luke had been short-lived and unsatisfying. After he, HE wasn't the killer. Ryan was. No matter, she would have killed Luke anyway regardless. Its just that she had desired revenge so much, that to have it stolen so suddenly by a few words was enough to fuel her anger for the rest of the game.
Game... Funny, how some people would see this as some kind of game. And in a way, it WAS essentially an evolved version of paintball. A videogame with the highest stakes in the world. Were people only had one life to lose, and zero continues.
And, if there was one thing Sophie knew about games, is that she rarely lost.
In the meantime though, she felt tired. So much done within one day had taken its toll on her body, and she wanted nothing more then to take a deep and pleasant rest within one of the cubicles. With the door locked, of course. The last thing she wanted was for someone to come in and bash her head in during her sleep.
She knew more than anyone else how effective that method was at eliminating the competion...
After several hours or so of sleep, Sophie was suddenly awoken by the sound of slow applause. At first assuming that it was some smug killer, it quickly dawned on her that it was time to hear the latest news of what terrible fates had befallen her former classmates.
Apparently, there were only seven of them left. Which meant that six people still had to die in order for her to make it out of this compound alive. It was actually somewhat exciting in a way, knowing that the end was so close. Not in a pleasant sense though. She had to keep herself on her toes from now on. Undoubtedly, some of these people would be the deadliest on the island. Killers such as herself who had survived thanks to their quick wit and determination to live. Then, there would also be those who would have made it this far based solely on pure luck, and those who cowered away in the darkness avoiding any signs of trouble.
Then of course, the names came. The first of which struck Sophie like a spear through the chest.
"First to fall at the final hurdle was Ryan Montoya. Louis Johnson went into stabbity stabbity mode and left her looking a...."
Ryan Montoya... Is dead?
She couldn't believe this. The person who had killed her sister, the one who Sophie desired to kill herself, was already dead. And at the hands of that idiot friend of Stephanie's as well. She wasn't sure what to think... On the one hand, she was relieved to here that her sister's murderer got exactly what was coming to them. On the other, she had desperately desired to be the one to pull the trigger herself, and this ingrate had stolen her right to have retribution! This was not how it was supposed to happen! SHE was supposed to be the one to kill Ryan, not Louis! Or anyone else for that matter!
Despite her obvious distress over the news of her sister's killer dying by someone else's hand, Sophie still listened to the rest of the announcement with keen interest. As it turned out, John Ferrara had taken the coward's route out and committed suicide. Sophie honestly couldn't imagine ever doing such a thoughtless action herself, not that she was complaining. John Ferrara was a dangerous threat, and she was more than glad to not have to deal with him later.
Then of course, came the announcement of her own kills. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when Adams revealed that he had apparently known which of her sisters were which the whole time. She wasn't sure whether he was genuinely telling the truth or trying to hide the fact that he was a complete idiot. Nevertheless, it definitely showed that he wasn't completely thoughtless after all.
Sophie was genuinely surprised to hear that all four of her kills came one after the other. She'd assumed that other deaths must have occurred between them, but from the looks of things she had been more successful in removing the competition then she ever realised. That being said, this also meant that she had turned herself into the Number 1 threat in the compound, especially considering the fact that the next person to die was the former deadliest player Madeline Harris.
So... I guess this means I'm now the top killer. I suppose I should be proud of that.
In all honesty, she wasn't. This wasn't about acquiring a big fancy scoreboard to brag about. This was about survival, and nothing else.
...Except for vengeance. Vengeance is an excusable pleasure.
She'd had enough of this jailhouse to last a lifetime.
Gathering up her belongings, Sophie brushed a stray hair from her face as she walked down past the rows of cells. Her hair looked far less well-kept then it did during the beginning of the game, especially seeing as she now lacked her distinguishing headband. The same could be said about the rest of her clothing, which looked notably unkempt and worn after all the conflict she had witnessed and taken part in.
And from the looks of things, it wouldn't be long now until she faced her biggest challenge of all.
Just six more people... Six more deaths, then this nightmare will be over.
She left the jailhouse behind, the wind blowing her hair as her eyes darted around the surrounding area.
So many places to hide... Where to look first?
She chose a direction at random and headed there, leaving the desolate building behind.
It was time to end this madness once and for all.
((Sophie Mason continued in Opposite Reflections))
Not that it was by any means an easy task, especially seeing as she could barely see the wound properly thanks to where it was. A vicious bullet graze along the side of her stomach. Not deep enough to be fatal or debilitating, but still enough to post a decent danger if it was left untreated. Her stitching and use of alcohol pads would do for now, but she'd need proper medical treatment once this mess was finally over. At the very least, she wasn't feeling disorientated from her fall anymore, and whilst most of her bruises still hurt she could still move about without too much trouble.
Still, whilst Stephanie hadn't been very useful when it came to first aid, thinking about her just reminded Sophie of all the time they had shared together. How she had known Stephanie since the day she was born, grown up alongside her. Guided her and made sure she didn't make any silly mistakes, how she had looked after her.
How she had failed to save her life.
How she had used her just to further her own personal goals.
How it had essentially been her fault that Stephanie died in the first place.
No, can't dwell on the past. Must look forward at all times. Surviving this mess is all that matters, nothing else whatsoever...
...Except.
Ryan Montoya. The girl who really killed Stephanie.
She was the only real exception. She had to die personally by Sophie's hands, and no-one else's. Her retribution on Luke had been short-lived and unsatisfying. After he, HE wasn't the killer. Ryan was. No matter, she would have killed Luke anyway regardless. Its just that she had desired revenge so much, that to have it stolen so suddenly by a few words was enough to fuel her anger for the rest of the game.
Game... Funny, how some people would see this as some kind of game. And in a way, it WAS essentially an evolved version of paintball. A videogame with the highest stakes in the world. Were people only had one life to lose, and zero continues.
And, if there was one thing Sophie knew about games, is that she rarely lost.
In the meantime though, she felt tired. So much done within one day had taken its toll on her body, and she wanted nothing more then to take a deep and pleasant rest within one of the cubicles. With the door locked, of course. The last thing she wanted was for someone to come in and bash her head in during her sleep.
She knew more than anyone else how effective that method was at eliminating the competion...
After several hours or so of sleep, Sophie was suddenly awoken by the sound of slow applause. At first assuming that it was some smug killer, it quickly dawned on her that it was time to hear the latest news of what terrible fates had befallen her former classmates.
Apparently, there were only seven of them left. Which meant that six people still had to die in order for her to make it out of this compound alive. It was actually somewhat exciting in a way, knowing that the end was so close. Not in a pleasant sense though. She had to keep herself on her toes from now on. Undoubtedly, some of these people would be the deadliest on the island. Killers such as herself who had survived thanks to their quick wit and determination to live. Then, there would also be those who would have made it this far based solely on pure luck, and those who cowered away in the darkness avoiding any signs of trouble.
Then of course, the names came. The first of which struck Sophie like a spear through the chest.
"First to fall at the final hurdle was Ryan Montoya. Louis Johnson went into stabbity stabbity mode and left her looking a...."
Ryan Montoya... Is dead?
She couldn't believe this. The person who had killed her sister, the one who Sophie desired to kill herself, was already dead. And at the hands of that idiot friend of Stephanie's as well. She wasn't sure what to think... On the one hand, she was relieved to here that her sister's murderer got exactly what was coming to them. On the other, she had desperately desired to be the one to pull the trigger herself, and this ingrate had stolen her right to have retribution! This was not how it was supposed to happen! SHE was supposed to be the one to kill Ryan, not Louis! Or anyone else for that matter!
Despite her obvious distress over the news of her sister's killer dying by someone else's hand, Sophie still listened to the rest of the announcement with keen interest. As it turned out, John Ferrara had taken the coward's route out and committed suicide. Sophie honestly couldn't imagine ever doing such a thoughtless action herself, not that she was complaining. John Ferrara was a dangerous threat, and she was more than glad to not have to deal with him later.
Then of course, came the announcement of her own kills. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when Adams revealed that he had apparently known which of her sisters were which the whole time. She wasn't sure whether he was genuinely telling the truth or trying to hide the fact that he was a complete idiot. Nevertheless, it definitely showed that he wasn't completely thoughtless after all.
Sophie was genuinely surprised to hear that all four of her kills came one after the other. She'd assumed that other deaths must have occurred between them, but from the looks of things she had been more successful in removing the competition then she ever realised. That being said, this also meant that she had turned herself into the Number 1 threat in the compound, especially considering the fact that the next person to die was the former deadliest player Madeline Harris.
So... I guess this means I'm now the top killer. I suppose I should be proud of that.
In all honesty, she wasn't. This wasn't about acquiring a big fancy scoreboard to brag about. This was about survival, and nothing else.
...Except for vengeance. Vengeance is an excusable pleasure.
She'd had enough of this jailhouse to last a lifetime.
Gathering up her belongings, Sophie brushed a stray hair from her face as she walked down past the rows of cells. Her hair looked far less well-kept then it did during the beginning of the game, especially seeing as she now lacked her distinguishing headband. The same could be said about the rest of her clothing, which looked notably unkempt and worn after all the conflict she had witnessed and taken part in.
And from the looks of things, it wouldn't be long now until she faced her biggest challenge of all.
Just six more people... Six more deaths, then this nightmare will be over.
She left the jailhouse behind, the wind blowing her hair as her eyes darted around the surrounding area.
So many places to hide... Where to look first?
She chose a direction at random and headed there, leaving the desolate building behind.
It was time to end this madness once and for all.
((Sophie Mason continued in Opposite Reflections))
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