(sorry to skip, but I want to keep both timelines in sync)
Mae was slightly startled to hear that Ali had a boyfriend. Was it because she was so...different? Was Brennan different too? The boy seemed normal enough, and their reunion was touching enough to make Mae want to look away.
Who's arms would I throw myself into? Shawn or Zach's? We are all killers now.
With everything resolved and Ali excusing herself to go pee, Mae was about to look for a good place to chance when she saw something move out of the corner of her eye.
She glanced over to see there standing quite plainly....Jake. Her eyes narrowed, and in spite of herself she couldn't help but be surprised. Her mouth moved to say his name.
"...Jake?"
They had not spoken since that party, since she got drunk and made stupid mistakes and messed up their friendship, of course. He had been polite enough because of Shawn, but not there was a wedge between ten years of friendship, how...even now, can they begin to fix that? He wasn't wearing an armband with her color....
She glanced away for a moment as a quick movement caught her eye, and she turned to see a gun barrel pointing at her.
"Ali?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but why would she do that to her? Was it the kill? Was it Panya? Did Ali think that their double murder was Mae's fault?
The rest happened too quickly for Mae to fully understand... But the gun barrel disappeared and Alicia did too...
"Zach!" Jake was screaming, and running.
"Zach?" Mae couldn't believe it.
Did Zach just save her life? For real this time?
Her knees were shaking....what had just happened?! Had Alicia lost it for real!?
Time To Pretend
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Things were happening too fast. He wasn't exactly sure what the hell had just gone down, but he wanted some answers now. In the confusion he forgot to check the new boy for weapons, but Alicia seemed to trust him, so he let it go. Then he heard a shout and turned his head to look in the direction of the shout.
"What the fuck is going on? Ali?!"
He hadn't seen her pointing her gun at them, or her sudden disappearance. He hadn't known her very well at all, but most people knew of her. At best she had been considered eccentric, at worst freaky, but it was hard to deny that she was interesting. He had always imagined that she was pretty harmless, but then again she had shot Panya.
Only after being shot at first, Michael reminded himself. Even still, he gripped his newly acquired weapon more tightly, trying to ready himself for whatever came next.
"What the fuck is going on? Ali?!"
He hadn't seen her pointing her gun at them, or her sudden disappearance. He hadn't known her very well at all, but most people knew of her. At best she had been considered eccentric, at worst freaky, but it was hard to deny that she was interesting. He had always imagined that she was pretty harmless, but then again she had shot Panya.
Only after being shot at first, Michael reminded himself. Even still, he gripped his newly acquired weapon more tightly, trying to ready himself for whatever came next.
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To Brennan’s complete and utter relief, Ali’s explanation for what had happened with Panya was not that Ali had suddenly decided to turn player, but that Panya had. Yeah... Panya did seem like the type of person who would, if forced... Brennan’s feeling of relief was so great that Tiffany’s death was pushed out of his mind. He’d found Ali, and everything was going to be alright.
For what was possibly the first time since he’d been dropped on the island, Brennan found himself smiling, as Ali started talking about what had happened to her so far; apparently, everyone on Team Gold was a fairy, just like Ali? Good to see she hasn’t lost any of her ideas or anything. “Of course I’ll join you, Ali.” Brennan said, in response to Ali’s frantic question.
Brennan was also reluctant to let go of Ali as she excused herself. Still, it’s not like she’s just gonna magically disappear, is it? Although, seeing as she’s so obsessed with fairies...
Brennan looked at Michael and Mae, hoping they’d say something, accept him into their group. However, Michael seemed bewildered at what had just happened, while Mae seemed preoccupied with something else. Brennan sighed, and stepped forwards slightly, still wary about the weapon in Michael’s hand. “So, uh, wh-“
Suddenly, the air was full of shouting, both male and female, coming from Mae’s direction. Brennan felt as if his heart had frozen. He didn’t know what was going on, but he somehow knew it wasn’t good. He found himself running towards the shouts, trying to prepare himself for the worst.
“... No... Ali...”
Ali was lying on the ground, a pool of blood forming around her. Brennan could say nothing, think of nothing. His mind was blank. Brennan was truly struggling to comprehend what he was seeing in front of him. There were two people, two boys nearby, one of them walking slowly towards the group. There was a bloody sword lying on the ground nearby, and the sight of that, and the boy, finally brought emotions and thoughts to Brennan.
Anger. Brennan didn’t think he’d ever felt this angry. This person, this... this nobody, he killed Ali, in cold blood! First Tiffany, and now... I finally found her, after looking for her ever since I woke up, and then he just goes and fucking kills her!
Brennan’s anger blocked all rational thought. To him, there was only one thing to do at that moment. Letting out a cry of rage, Brennan charged forwards, straight into the guy, aiming a fist at his face.
To Brennan’s complete and utter relief, Ali’s explanation for what had happened with Panya was not that Ali had suddenly decided to turn player, but that Panya had. Yeah... Panya did seem like the type of person who would, if forced... Brennan’s feeling of relief was so great that Tiffany’s death was pushed out of his mind. He’d found Ali, and everything was going to be alright.
For what was possibly the first time since he’d been dropped on the island, Brennan found himself smiling, as Ali started talking about what had happened to her so far; apparently, everyone on Team Gold was a fairy, just like Ali? Good to see she hasn’t lost any of her ideas or anything. “Of course I’ll join you, Ali.” Brennan said, in response to Ali’s frantic question.
Brennan was also reluctant to let go of Ali as she excused herself. Still, it’s not like she’s just gonna magically disappear, is it? Although, seeing as she’s so obsessed with fairies...
Brennan looked at Michael and Mae, hoping they’d say something, accept him into their group. However, Michael seemed bewildered at what had just happened, while Mae seemed preoccupied with something else. Brennan sighed, and stepped forwards slightly, still wary about the weapon in Michael’s hand. “So, uh, wh-“
Suddenly, the air was full of shouting, both male and female, coming from Mae’s direction. Brennan felt as if his heart had frozen. He didn’t know what was going on, but he somehow knew it wasn’t good. He found himself running towards the shouts, trying to prepare himself for the worst.
“... No... Ali...”
Ali was lying on the ground, a pool of blood forming around her. Brennan could say nothing, think of nothing. His mind was blank. Brennan was truly struggling to comprehend what he was seeing in front of him. There were two people, two boys nearby, one of them walking slowly towards the group. There was a bloody sword lying on the ground nearby, and the sight of that, and the boy, finally brought emotions and thoughts to Brennan.
Anger. Brennan didn’t think he’d ever felt this angry. This person, this... this nobody, he killed Ali, in cold blood! First Tiffany, and now... I finally found her, after looking for her ever since I woke up, and then he just goes and fucking kills her!
Brennan’s anger blocked all rational thought. To him, there was only one thing to do at that moment. Letting out a cry of rage, Brennan charged forwards, straight into the guy, aiming a fist at his face.
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(( Zachariah Johnston continued from Of Elves and Men ))
Zach shuffled a few steps closer to the group, now painfully aware of the blood splatters that had sprayed across his body, his clothes when he... Stabbed Ali.
He saw their faces contort into emotions. Confusion, anger, hatred, everything negative. They hadn't seen. They hadn't seen what had happened, they didn't see her aim a gun at them. It must look for all the world that I just stabbed Ali for no reason.
There was a guy, coming towards him, shouting something at him.
He tried to open his mouth, to explain, to tell them why, but then he shut his mouth for him as his fist slammed into his jaw, clamping it down on his tounge. His teeth cut deep into the flesh.
He didn't even have a chance to react to this before another punch hit him in the stomach. He involuntarily spat out the blood that had started to pool in his mouth all over him as he doubled up, clutching at his stomach in pain. Tears of pain formed in his eyes, blurred his vision. He couldn't even see the blows coming anymore.
He stumbled backwards, trying to get away, but only succeeded in falling to the floor.
He should fight back. He felt around for a moment, sifting through the sand, as if scrabbling for purchase, before a small pebble came to hand. If he hit him with this, depressed skull fracture and, bam, death.
But... He was part of Mae's group. His group. He couldn't kill him, he might be useful. And what would Mae think of him? Coming in and killing two of her allies?
He had to stop him though, or he was going to kill him.
"Pl-" he started, but realised there was too much blood in his mouth. He spat it out and tried again "Phleadth... Pleadth thtop..."
Zach shuffled a few steps closer to the group, now painfully aware of the blood splatters that had sprayed across his body, his clothes when he... Stabbed Ali.
He saw their faces contort into emotions. Confusion, anger, hatred, everything negative. They hadn't seen. They hadn't seen what had happened, they didn't see her aim a gun at them. It must look for all the world that I just stabbed Ali for no reason.
There was a guy, coming towards him, shouting something at him.
He tried to open his mouth, to explain, to tell them why, but then he shut his mouth for him as his fist slammed into his jaw, clamping it down on his tounge. His teeth cut deep into the flesh.
He didn't even have a chance to react to this before another punch hit him in the stomach. He involuntarily spat out the blood that had started to pool in his mouth all over him as he doubled up, clutching at his stomach in pain. Tears of pain formed in his eyes, blurred his vision. He couldn't even see the blows coming anymore.
He stumbled backwards, trying to get away, but only succeeded in falling to the floor.
He should fight back. He felt around for a moment, sifting through the sand, as if scrabbling for purchase, before a small pebble came to hand. If he hit him with this, depressed skull fracture and, bam, death.
But... He was part of Mae's group. His group. He couldn't kill him, he might be useful. And what would Mae think of him? Coming in and killing two of her allies?
He had to stop him though, or he was going to kill him.
"Pl-" he started, but realised there was too much blood in his mouth. He spat it out and tried again "Phleadth... Pleadth thtop..."
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(Jake Langston continued from Of Elves and Men)
Jake didn't know if he had it in him to help Zach at this moment. That girl...she wasn't doing anything. She had just been sitting there. He watched blankly as this new kid punched Zach over and over, as Mae watched in horror. He watched as Zach begged.
Jake looked up at her.
"You did this," he spit at her. There was acid flowing in his veins instead of blood and he didn't know what else to do but point this rage at someone...and it made all the sense in the world to point it at her.
"Jake?"
"He was coming here for YOU!" Jake's hands were shaking as the gun was in his hands again, as he realized that he couldn't actually raise it to her. Jake couldn't bare to point the gun at his oldest friend and he wasn't sure if it was because of nostalgia, or fear that Zach would somehow find a way to kill him for doing it even in the middle of his assault.
Mae tried to bring herself to show some sort of remorse, but she knew what she saw and she didn't have the energy at this point in time to generate any sort of feeling for what was happening. She had killed, two people had now died for her. This girl...Ali...Ali had tried to kill her she was sure of it.
"Ali tried to kill me, Jake. I saw it. I saw her point the gun at me." Mae turned to Brennan, poor Brennan, who was so happy in the arms of Ali only minutes before. "Ali tried to shoot me, I saw it. I don't...I don't understand what's going on...."
"She wasn't doing anything!" Jake fired back. "I saw it happen, he's killing for you! He spent the entire time since I joined up here trying to get to you just to kill?"
It was utterly ridiculous....
Maybe...maybe..
"Maybe a lot of people would be safer if Mae St. Clair were dead."
"Excuse me?" Mae said.
Jake hadn't realized that he had said it out loud. There was a whisper of steel against wood as Mae pulled her sword out.
"Get out of here," she whispered quietly. "Before Zach hears you, before other people hear you."
"What, you made friends here, Mae? Are they going to protect you? Is THAT how you think you're going to live?"
Her face was a statue, unreadable, how could golden eyes be so cold?
"I'll do what I have to."
And that seemed to be it.
"Get out of here," she whispered.
Jake took a step back, gripping his gun, a little afraid to turn his back...
"Jake," she said. He paused.
"Mae?"
"I'm going to kill you next time I see you."
That seemed fair enough....
(Jacob Langston continued in The Bagman's Gambit)
Mae turned back to Brennan, who had not let up on his onslaught against Zach. She looked over at Michael, hoping that he hadn't listened too much to her conversation with Jake, and dropped her sword.
A plan was forming in her mind, and it was probably a stupid one, definitely a stupid one, but she didn't know what else to do to stop the angry man from punching. Yelling had never worked before. She didn't want to hurt Brennan, but she needed to stop this silliness before Shawn and the others got back. There was going to be a lot of explaining to do, she gathered.
She said a silent prayer that Michael would not stop her....
Then she threw herself between Brennan and Zach.
Hopefully, Brennan was not the type to hit a girl.
Jake didn't know if he had it in him to help Zach at this moment. That girl...she wasn't doing anything. She had just been sitting there. He watched blankly as this new kid punched Zach over and over, as Mae watched in horror. He watched as Zach begged.
Jake looked up at her.
"You did this," he spit at her. There was acid flowing in his veins instead of blood and he didn't know what else to do but point this rage at someone...and it made all the sense in the world to point it at her.
"Jake?"
"He was coming here for YOU!" Jake's hands were shaking as the gun was in his hands again, as he realized that he couldn't actually raise it to her. Jake couldn't bare to point the gun at his oldest friend and he wasn't sure if it was because of nostalgia, or fear that Zach would somehow find a way to kill him for doing it even in the middle of his assault.
Mae tried to bring herself to show some sort of remorse, but she knew what she saw and she didn't have the energy at this point in time to generate any sort of feeling for what was happening. She had killed, two people had now died for her. This girl...Ali...Ali had tried to kill her she was sure of it.
"Ali tried to kill me, Jake. I saw it. I saw her point the gun at me." Mae turned to Brennan, poor Brennan, who was so happy in the arms of Ali only minutes before. "Ali tried to shoot me, I saw it. I don't...I don't understand what's going on...."
"She wasn't doing anything!" Jake fired back. "I saw it happen, he's killing for you! He spent the entire time since I joined up here trying to get to you just to kill?"
It was utterly ridiculous....
Maybe...maybe..
"Maybe a lot of people would be safer if Mae St. Clair were dead."
"Excuse me?" Mae said.
Jake hadn't realized that he had said it out loud. There was a whisper of steel against wood as Mae pulled her sword out.
"Get out of here," she whispered quietly. "Before Zach hears you, before other people hear you."
"What, you made friends here, Mae? Are they going to protect you? Is THAT how you think you're going to live?"
Her face was a statue, unreadable, how could golden eyes be so cold?
"I'll do what I have to."
And that seemed to be it.
"Get out of here," she whispered.
Jake took a step back, gripping his gun, a little afraid to turn his back...
"Jake," she said. He paused.
"Mae?"
"I'm going to kill you next time I see you."
That seemed fair enough....
(Jacob Langston continued in The Bagman's Gambit)
Mae turned back to Brennan, who had not let up on his onslaught against Zach. She looked over at Michael, hoping that he hadn't listened too much to her conversation with Jake, and dropped her sword.
A plan was forming in her mind, and it was probably a stupid one, definitely a stupid one, but she didn't know what else to do to stop the angry man from punching. Yelling had never worked before. She didn't want to hurt Brennan, but she needed to stop this silliness before Shawn and the others got back. There was going to be a lot of explaining to do, she gathered.
She said a silent prayer that Michael would not stop her....
Then she threw herself between Brennan and Zach.
Hopefully, Brennan was not the type to hit a girl.
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Brennan wasn’t a fighter. He’d never been in an actual fight. His punches were wild, flung almost randomly. But they came with a power Brennan never thought he had, fuelled by his anger. Brennan’s fists slammed into the boy over and over again, and he fell backwards, tears in his eyes and blood in his mouth. Good. Let him cry, let him bleed. He deserves it.
The guy started scrambling backwards, in some vain attempt to escape. He attempted to speak, but Brennan could barely make out what he had said, with the amount of blood in his mouth. Brennan launched another punch at the guy’s face, when the sounds of an argument caught his attention. Mae and the other guy, arguing about something, something Brennan didn’t care abou-
“Ali tried to kill me, Jake. I saw it.”
Brennan froze mid punch. No. No, she couldn’t have... she’s lying, Ali would never...
Brennan was forcibly reminded of the announcement he’d recently heard. Ali had already killed someone. Was it possible she’d been... lying the whole time, and that she’d started to play the game?
No... No, it’s not! Mae has to be protecting this guy for some stupid reason. They’re both lying, they have to be!
Brennan continued in his assault on Zach, now ignoring Mae and Jake’s ongoing argument. Suddenly, Mae threw herself in front of Zach, blocking him from Brennan. Brennan stepped back, not wanting to harm Mae. What is she doing? Is she... she’s... protecting that guy, defending him...
It was as if a switch had been thrown. As soon as the thought crossed Brennan’s mind, his anger disappeared, to be replaced by confusion and despair. He looked at Zach, at the state he was in, and Brennan gasped in shock. Oh my god... how could I have done that?! Why... I...
Tiffany was dead. Ali had been killed by this boy in front of him, for what reason, Brennan didn’t know. Ali could have been attempting to kill Mae, or maybe the boy was simply playing, murdering anyone that got in his was. But if that was true, then why did Brennan feel so guilty for almost beating the guy to death?
Everything that had happened in the past few minutes was beginning to truly sink into Brennan’s mind. He took another step back, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. I... I have to get out of here... now...
Taking one look back at the group, one last look at Ali, Brennan began to run. Not even he knew where he was going.
((Brennan O’Brian continued in Set My World On Fire, for now...))
Brennan wasn’t a fighter. He’d never been in an actual fight. His punches were wild, flung almost randomly. But they came with a power Brennan never thought he had, fuelled by his anger. Brennan’s fists slammed into the boy over and over again, and he fell backwards, tears in his eyes and blood in his mouth. Good. Let him cry, let him bleed. He deserves it.
The guy started scrambling backwards, in some vain attempt to escape. He attempted to speak, but Brennan could barely make out what he had said, with the amount of blood in his mouth. Brennan launched another punch at the guy’s face, when the sounds of an argument caught his attention. Mae and the other guy, arguing about something, something Brennan didn’t care abou-
“Ali tried to kill me, Jake. I saw it.”
Brennan froze mid punch. No. No, she couldn’t have... she’s lying, Ali would never...
Brennan was forcibly reminded of the announcement he’d recently heard. Ali had already killed someone. Was it possible she’d been... lying the whole time, and that she’d started to play the game?
No... No, it’s not! Mae has to be protecting this guy for some stupid reason. They’re both lying, they have to be!
Brennan continued in his assault on Zach, now ignoring Mae and Jake’s ongoing argument. Suddenly, Mae threw herself in front of Zach, blocking him from Brennan. Brennan stepped back, not wanting to harm Mae. What is she doing? Is she... she’s... protecting that guy, defending him...
It was as if a switch had been thrown. As soon as the thought crossed Brennan’s mind, his anger disappeared, to be replaced by confusion and despair. He looked at Zach, at the state he was in, and Brennan gasped in shock. Oh my god... how could I have done that?! Why... I...
Tiffany was dead. Ali had been killed by this boy in front of him, for what reason, Brennan didn’t know. Ali could have been attempting to kill Mae, or maybe the boy was simply playing, murdering anyone that got in his was. But if that was true, then why did Brennan feel so guilty for almost beating the guy to death?
Everything that had happened in the past few minutes was beginning to truly sink into Brennan’s mind. He took another step back, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. I... I have to get out of here... now...
Taking one look back at the group, one last look at Ali, Brennan began to run. Not even he knew where he was going.
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Voices. Indistinct voices again. He couldn't concentrate well enough, to get more than snippets, but snippets, words, leaked through between the punches, where he concentrated on blocking out the pain.
"You did this,"
What? He... He didn't understand. Who was he talking to? The boy? No, not any boy, Jake. Before he could even begin to process anything, another fist slammed into him.
"Coming here"
Huh? That didn't even make any sense. But, he held onto it for as long as he could before another punch forced it out of his mind.
"Tried to kill me"
She had seen it! She had seen her try and kill them! He tensed up, expecting the punch to slam into him again.
Nothing came. He untensed and opened his eyes again, just in time to see another fist slam into him. He grunted in pain. The pain was lessening now, he was getting numb.
That was probably not a good sign.
Then, the punches stopped again. Oh no, he wasn't falling for that again. He stayed tensed, waiting for the next impact. Twitching, flinching at every breeze.
Nothing came. He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Mae defending him, standing in front of him.
He didn't know, hear, see what she did, but it must've been damn good, because in a few seconds he was running away from him, from her.
"Thanksth" He said, smiling up at her with a smile which would've seemed childish, even innocent if it weren't for the film of blood leaking through his teeth.
"You did this,"
What? He... He didn't understand. Who was he talking to? The boy? No, not any boy, Jake. Before he could even begin to process anything, another fist slammed into him.
"Coming here"
Huh? That didn't even make any sense. But, he held onto it for as long as he could before another punch forced it out of his mind.
"Tried to kill me"
She had seen it! She had seen her try and kill them! He tensed up, expecting the punch to slam into him again.
Nothing came. He untensed and opened his eyes again, just in time to see another fist slam into him. He grunted in pain. The pain was lessening now, he was getting numb.
That was probably not a good sign.
Then, the punches stopped again. Oh no, he wasn't falling for that again. He stayed tensed, waiting for the next impact. Twitching, flinching at every breeze.
Nothing came. He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Mae defending him, standing in front of him.
He didn't know, hear, see what she did, but it must've been damn good, because in a few seconds he was running away from him, from her.
"Thanksth" He said, smiling up at her with a smile which would've seemed childish, even innocent if it weren't for the film of blood leaking through his teeth.
Michael had spent his hero actions for the night, so he just watched, waiting to see what would happen next. What broke out wasn't exactly a fight. A fight would imply that the newcomer with the blood saturated blade was fighting back. Brennan just punched him in the mouth, and then he ran.
And for the moment, everything was quiet. In the silence, he realized that she was gone. He wasn't sure that would ever feel real. He'd just seen one death not long ago. He wasn't ready to process another one. Maybe that was a blessing. Maybe not.
"I...I don't think Alicia wanted to kill you. Even if she went crazy, you two were on the same team. It doesn't make sense." He thought for a moment before speaking again. "We should go get her gun. We don't want another animal mascot getting it and having to go through this again."
He looked at Mae and spoke a little hesitantly. "I think, under the circumstances, at least two of us should go to get it. That way we don't have to worry. If we can stay calm...we can figure this out."
And for the moment, everything was quiet. In the silence, he realized that she was gone. He wasn't sure that would ever feel real. He'd just seen one death not long ago. He wasn't ready to process another one. Maybe that was a blessing. Maybe not.
"I...I don't think Alicia wanted to kill you. Even if she went crazy, you two were on the same team. It doesn't make sense." He thought for a moment before speaking again. "We should go get her gun. We don't want another animal mascot getting it and having to go through this again."
He looked at Mae and spoke a little hesitantly. "I think, under the circumstances, at least two of us should go to get it. That way we don't have to worry. If we can stay calm...we can figure this out."
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Mae looked at Zach bleeding on the ground, watched Brennan flee and listened to Michael's words.
"I'll go get Alicia's gun," she said with finality to her words. There was something comforting about having a shotgun in her hands as well as a katana by her side. Maybe it would help her odds a bit. She walked over to where Alicia's body lay and ignored it as she picked up the gun propped neatly next to the stabbed body.
She didn't want to think about it.
She really didn't ant to think about it.
The gun felt powerful in her hands, it felt great, actually and she allowed a sick and wretched part of her to feel grateful that Ali had died so that she could take it. She walked back to Michael and Zach with the shotgun in her hands and took a deep breath.
"I need to change, I'm all bloody, I know that's a silly thing to think about in these circumstances but I guess I'm still some sort of girl. Michael, do you have Panya's weapon? I think you should have it."
The implication should that Zach was doing well enough on his own.
"I'll be right back, okay? Could you see if Zach is alright? I just...I just need a minute."
Mae didn't wait for an answer, she just picked up her katana and the bundle of clothing next to it and walked back to the hut hoping that no one would follow her.
There was something strange about changing near a dead body, but since death seemed to populate everything now, Mae didn't seem to mind as she shimmied her bloodied jeans down, frowning at the fact that her panties were now pink with seeped through blood. She pulled on Panya's jean shorts, they were slightly big around the waist but not too bad, she was glad for that. She quickly pulled off her bloodied tank top and replaced it with the white lace top.
It felt better, for what it was worth.
Letting her hair out of its braid, she walked back out, slinging the strap of the katana over her shoulder and holding the shotgun at the ready. Zach was bleeding last she checked, so she brought her old bloodied tank top to help staunch his bleeding. Her pack was by him, so she also could probably bring out her first aid kit too if needed.
She was a picture of calmness.
"Are you okay, Zach?" She asked, kneeling over him to offer her shirt to help. "I can get the first aid kid if you need it."
"I'll go get Alicia's gun," she said with finality to her words. There was something comforting about having a shotgun in her hands as well as a katana by her side. Maybe it would help her odds a bit. She walked over to where Alicia's body lay and ignored it as she picked up the gun propped neatly next to the stabbed body.
She didn't want to think about it.
She really didn't ant to think about it.
The gun felt powerful in her hands, it felt great, actually and she allowed a sick and wretched part of her to feel grateful that Ali had died so that she could take it. She walked back to Michael and Zach with the shotgun in her hands and took a deep breath.
"I need to change, I'm all bloody, I know that's a silly thing to think about in these circumstances but I guess I'm still some sort of girl. Michael, do you have Panya's weapon? I think you should have it."
The implication should that Zach was doing well enough on his own.
"I'll be right back, okay? Could you see if Zach is alright? I just...I just need a minute."
Mae didn't wait for an answer, she just picked up her katana and the bundle of clothing next to it and walked back to the hut hoping that no one would follow her.
There was something strange about changing near a dead body, but since death seemed to populate everything now, Mae didn't seem to mind as she shimmied her bloodied jeans down, frowning at the fact that her panties were now pink with seeped through blood. She pulled on Panya's jean shorts, they were slightly big around the waist but not too bad, she was glad for that. She quickly pulled off her bloodied tank top and replaced it with the white lace top.
It felt better, for what it was worth.
Letting her hair out of its braid, she walked back out, slinging the strap of the katana over her shoulder and holding the shotgun at the ready. Zach was bleeding last she checked, so she brought her old bloodied tank top to help staunch his bleeding. Her pack was by him, so she also could probably bring out her first aid kit too if needed.
She was a picture of calmness.
"Are you okay, Zach?" She asked, kneeling over him to offer her shirt to help. "I can get the first aid kid if you need it."
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Frozen Smoke
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"I...I don't think Alicia wanted to kill you. Even if she went crazy, you two were on the same team. It doesn't make sense."
"Crasthy people don't make sensth. Thats the point" He said. That must have been it. She must've gone crazy and thought Mae was some kind of crazy demon thing, or some shit, and tried to kill her. He... He'd done the right thing, killing her. You can't talk crazy people down. He'd seen people stabbed whilst trying to talk their friends down before, not realising that they weren't, well, their friends anymore.
"We should go get her gun. We don't want another animal mascot getting it and having to go through this again. I think, under the circumstances, at least two of us should go to get it. That way we don't have to worry. If we can stay calm...we can figure this out."
He nodded. That sounded like a good idea. He was about to volunteer, seeing as, well, his weapon was there too. But, before he could say anything, Mae had gotten the gun. That was good, she was armed now. She had changed to, let down her hair, wearing jean shorts and some lace top thing. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it looked damn sexy. He tore his eyes away quickly and looked into her eyes. He shouldn't stare, that'd be rude.
"Are you okay, Zach?" She asked, kneeling over him and offering him a piece of blood stained clothing. "I can get the first aid kid if you need it."
"I'm good, I jus-" He turned his head away from them and spat more blood away. Less this time. That was good, the bleeding was stopping. Mom always said that your mouth was the fastest healing part of your body. He looked back. "I just bit my tounge" He finished.
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking over her. "He didn't hit you did he?"
"Crasthy people don't make sensth. Thats the point" He said. That must have been it. She must've gone crazy and thought Mae was some kind of crazy demon thing, or some shit, and tried to kill her. He... He'd done the right thing, killing her. You can't talk crazy people down. He'd seen people stabbed whilst trying to talk their friends down before, not realising that they weren't, well, their friends anymore.
"We should go get her gun. We don't want another animal mascot getting it and having to go through this again. I think, under the circumstances, at least two of us should go to get it. That way we don't have to worry. If we can stay calm...we can figure this out."
He nodded. That sounded like a good idea. He was about to volunteer, seeing as, well, his weapon was there too. But, before he could say anything, Mae had gotten the gun. That was good, she was armed now. She had changed to, let down her hair, wearing jean shorts and some lace top thing. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it looked damn sexy. He tore his eyes away quickly and looked into her eyes. He shouldn't stare, that'd be rude.
"Are you okay, Zach?" She asked, kneeling over him and offering him a piece of blood stained clothing. "I can get the first aid kid if you need it."
"I'm good, I jus-" He turned his head away from them and spat more blood away. Less this time. That was good, the bleeding was stopping. Mom always said that your mouth was the fastest healing part of your body. He looked back. "I just bit my tounge" He finished.
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking over her. "He didn't hit you did he?"
He thought for a moment. That made sense, but people had always been dismissive of the "faerie girl", and trust was one of the most valuable and fragile commodities a non-player had on the island.
"I just don't see it. If she wanted to kill anybody, I have Panya's gun. I'd be the bigger threat to her safety. That's why Panya shot at her first. The rule on the island since season one has been guns first. Get them, use them, kill people with them first. Besides, she just seemed too together when she went off. It makes no sense for her to have been gaming you the whole time, and if she had broke she had plenty more opportunities before all of our company arrived."
He sighed and finished his thoughts about his short-lived companion. For a moment, Michael wished he had gotten to know her better back home in Detroit. It was social suicide of course, but something about the game made one realize how similar everybody really is.
"You'd better figure out how to use that. Start with finding the safety, figuring out what on and off is. Premature ejaculation tends to ruin everybody's day." Michael thought to check his own gun out. The moonlight was enough to see by, so he didn't bother going in for his flashlight. From watching old cop shows he had an idea of where the safety catch would be, but it still took him a few seconds to find it. Since he hadn't played with it at all, he knew that it had been switched off. He switched it back on so he wouldn't accidentally shoot somebody in the face.
It was just then that he actually took a good look at Mae. She'd changed into some of Panya's things. They were a bit revealing, which was no surprise at all. That had been Bishara's style all the way.
"You look good, Mae." He said a bit absently. She did look great, but his mind was already back to the hundred other things above the attractiveness of anybody on the island on his list of priorities. But even still, it was nice to have somebody pleasant to look at around.
"I just don't see it. If she wanted to kill anybody, I have Panya's gun. I'd be the bigger threat to her safety. That's why Panya shot at her first. The rule on the island since season one has been guns first. Get them, use them, kill people with them first. Besides, she just seemed too together when she went off. It makes no sense for her to have been gaming you the whole time, and if she had broke she had plenty more opportunities before all of our company arrived."
He sighed and finished his thoughts about his short-lived companion. For a moment, Michael wished he had gotten to know her better back home in Detroit. It was social suicide of course, but something about the game made one realize how similar everybody really is.
"You'd better figure out how to use that. Start with finding the safety, figuring out what on and off is. Premature ejaculation tends to ruin everybody's day." Michael thought to check his own gun out. The moonlight was enough to see by, so he didn't bother going in for his flashlight. From watching old cop shows he had an idea of where the safety catch would be, but it still took him a few seconds to find it. Since he hadn't played with it at all, he knew that it had been switched off. He switched it back on so he wouldn't accidentally shoot somebody in the face.
It was just then that he actually took a good look at Mae. She'd changed into some of Panya's things. They were a bit revealing, which was no surprise at all. That had been Bishara's style all the way.
"You look good, Mae." He said a bit absently. She did look great, but his mind was already back to the hundred other things above the attractiveness of anybody on the island on his list of priorities. But even still, it was nice to have somebody pleasant to look at around.
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"Brennan didn't hit me," Mae assured Zach. "I was sort of banking on that, he didn't seem the type that would hit a girl, which was why I put myself in between you two."
She dabbed a bit at Zach's split lip with her old tank top.
"You look good, Mae" Michael told her. A funny little smile came to her face then.
"Thank you, Michael," she replied. But he was right about the first thing, she really should learn how to use the shotgun before she tried to use it. From what she remembered about shotguns, they really weren't good for distance, but also from what she remembered about shotguns, they could rip a person open from point blank range, like it did to Panya.
She looked down at herself absentmindedly. The shirt was pretty revealing, the jean shorts did show off her legs.
Part of her wondered if Shawn would ever come back, if he was okay. She couldn't believe he had actually killed someone, but she figured there had to be an explanation for that, just like there had been an explanation for why Mae and Ali had killed Panya.
"The others should be back soon...I...I don't know what to do about Ali. She was my teammate. I...should we bury her in the sand?" It seemed like a silly question, horrifically silly but at the same time it seemed like maybe because she was their team member that she deserved special treatment? Was that just what they wanted her to think?
How many members of team gold were left, anyway?
She dabbed a bit at Zach's split lip with her old tank top.
"You look good, Mae" Michael told her. A funny little smile came to her face then.
"Thank you, Michael," she replied. But he was right about the first thing, she really should learn how to use the shotgun before she tried to use it. From what she remembered about shotguns, they really weren't good for distance, but also from what she remembered about shotguns, they could rip a person open from point blank range, like it did to Panya.
She looked down at herself absentmindedly. The shirt was pretty revealing, the jean shorts did show off her legs.
Part of her wondered if Shawn would ever come back, if he was okay. She couldn't believe he had actually killed someone, but she figured there had to be an explanation for that, just like there had been an explanation for why Mae and Ali had killed Panya.
"The others should be back soon...I...I don't know what to do about Ali. She was my teammate. I...should we bury her in the sand?" It seemed like a silly question, horrifically silly but at the same time it seemed like maybe because she was their team member that she deserved special treatment? Was that just what they wanted her to think?
How many members of team gold were left, anyway?
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Frozen Smoke
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He hadn't hurt her, that was good, that was very good. He would've... Well, he didn't know what he'd do if she got hurt because of him. But, the worse part of it was that she was banking on social nuances, things no player would even think of, to defend herself.
"Please don't bank on that again. Any players won't care if your male, female or a fucking alien, they'll just shoot" he said, worry clear on his face as he looked up at her "And I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt" he said, much more quietly, his voice trembling a little.
He looked away for a moment, looking over the beach, the sea, the dead bodies. Anything to push the images in his mind of Mae having been hurt.
When he looked back he saw her looking over her new clothes. He smiled at that, before looking over himself. Blood, sweat and grass stained clothes draped over his unwashed body. Man, he looked like shit. He needed to change, to wash.
Then, Mae suggested that they bury the body. No, they shouldn't, it was a waste of time. It achieved nothing, but sapped energy. He wanted to say something, to reject the idea and tell them how stupid it was, but he couldn't bring himself to. He just sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, as if thinking.
"I- I'm going to go change" he said, standing up and grabbing his collection of daysacks. "Stay safe guys, I'll be back in a few" Then, he wandered off, trying to find a secluded spot where he could change and wash in peace.
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"Please don't bank on that again. Any players won't care if your male, female or a fucking alien, they'll just shoot" he said, worry clear on his face as he looked up at her "And I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt" he said, much more quietly, his voice trembling a little.
He looked away for a moment, looking over the beach, the sea, the dead bodies. Anything to push the images in his mind of Mae having been hurt.
When he looked back he saw her looking over her new clothes. He smiled at that, before looking over himself. Blood, sweat and grass stained clothes draped over his unwashed body. Man, he looked like shit. He needed to change, to wash.
Then, Mae suggested that they bury the body. No, they shouldn't, it was a waste of time. It achieved nothing, but sapped energy. He wanted to say something, to reject the idea and tell them how stupid it was, but he couldn't bring himself to. He just sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, as if thinking.
"I- I'm going to go change" he said, standing up and grabbing his collection of daysacks. "Stay safe guys, I'll be back in a few" Then, he wandered off, trying to find a secluded spot where he could change and wash in peace.
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(Sorry to skip, but I want to keep things moving along and it's been a week!)
Zach went off to change, and Mae went off to look for some sort of shovel. This was going to be a bit of a challenge in comparison to other things...shovels, at least shovels needed to dig a grave, were a little harder to come by in places such as this.
Keeping the shotgun close by, Mae padded into the hut again, frowning when she realized that the closest thing she would be able to find would be something along the lines of a sandcastle sit with little plastic shovels.
She felt stupid, but she grabbed it anyway. Maybe the sand would be soft. Nice and soft and she would be able to at least bury the body enough to cover it, to memorialize her. Or something.
Mae walked back out, taking note that Michael hadn't left where he had been and Zach hadn't come back from where had gone to change. Good. Alicia was still lying dead where she was still...well. Dead.
"I am going to bury Ali in the sand. Like a grave. Would anyone like to help?"
She was wondering if this was what crazy people sounded like.
"I think...I think that since...since she was on my team maybe I should do this for her."
This was probably what crazy people sounded like.
"I...there might be enough plastic shovels in here if anyone wants to help."
She needed Shawn back. He would understand this.
Zach went off to change, and Mae went off to look for some sort of shovel. This was going to be a bit of a challenge in comparison to other things...shovels, at least shovels needed to dig a grave, were a little harder to come by in places such as this.
Keeping the shotgun close by, Mae padded into the hut again, frowning when she realized that the closest thing she would be able to find would be something along the lines of a sandcastle sit with little plastic shovels.
She felt stupid, but she grabbed it anyway. Maybe the sand would be soft. Nice and soft and she would be able to at least bury the body enough to cover it, to memorialize her. Or something.
Mae walked back out, taking note that Michael hadn't left where he had been and Zach hadn't come back from where had gone to change. Good. Alicia was still lying dead where she was still...well. Dead.
"I am going to bury Ali in the sand. Like a grave. Would anyone like to help?"
She was wondering if this was what crazy people sounded like.
"I think...I think that since...since she was on my team maybe I should do this for her."
This was probably what crazy people sounded like.
"I...there might be enough plastic shovels in here if anyone wants to help."
She needed Shawn back. He would understand this.
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Zach pulled his head out of the seawater. He was clean, cleansed. He'd checked his reflection in the pool of water a dozen times. He didn't look... Right any more without his glasses, he didn't seem whole, he didn't look like him any more. He missed the weight of the frames on the bridge of his nose and the way he could adjust them when he felt nervous, like now. He had washed so much, but he didn't feel clean. He could still feel something on him, somewhere, clinging to him.
He felt sort of like MacBeth, as though "All the worlds multitudinous of seas couldn't wash these... Some euphemism for red hands clean". Man, he couldn't even quote Shakespeare. Not that he'd ever actually read Shakespeare, but he quoted it, occasionally. And he knew that quote damn it, why couldn't he remember that? It was so easy, but it just wouldn't come to him.
He sighed and smoothed out his clothes. Well, not his clothes, they were Sean's, perhaps that's why he felt all... Icky? He was wearing a deadmans clothing. Not only that, a deadmans clothing that didn't fit perfectly on him. Sure, it looked right, from the outside, but it felt wrong. Everything felt subtly wrong somehow.
No, it was just a trick of the mind, of course it was. It was just like a ouija board, all an illusion, driven by stupid superstition. He'd get used to wearing it, and then it'd be back to normal.
He looked one last time at himself in the water. His jumper was a black blur, his trousers a grey blur and his face was apparently coming at him from a fairground mirror that made everything distorted as hell.
Sweet. Now, not only was he so ugly that he broke mirrors, he could break the fucking ocean aswell He thought, smiling at the self depreciating thought. When all else fails, make fun of yourself. After all, the popular kids do it.
He got up, leaving a small pile of used clothes in the corner, but taking the bag with him. It had next to nothing in it, but that could be useful when added to the other three bags he'd left back at the shack where the other guys were.
He walked back, and was greeted by the... Interesting sight of Mae holding a plastic shovel. It took him a moment before he remembered what she'd said earlier about wanting to bury Alicia and everything clicked.
He wasn't going to try and talk her out of burying her. He really should, but, in the back of his mind, he knew that he couldn't. That'd be so... Dickish. Then again, he really, really didn't want to help. It'd be so pointless, he knew he'd complain and sound even more dickish. So, the only option was to just stand still and stay quiet and hope she gives up the idea and doesn't directly ask.
That sounded like a plan.
So, he walked in, put his stuff quietly in the corner and sat next to it, trying not to draw attention to himself.
Zach pulled his head out of the seawater. He was clean, cleansed. He'd checked his reflection in the pool of water a dozen times. He didn't look... Right any more without his glasses, he didn't seem whole, he didn't look like him any more. He missed the weight of the frames on the bridge of his nose and the way he could adjust them when he felt nervous, like now. He had washed so much, but he didn't feel clean. He could still feel something on him, somewhere, clinging to him.
He felt sort of like MacBeth, as though "All the worlds multitudinous of seas couldn't wash these... Some euphemism for red hands clean". Man, he couldn't even quote Shakespeare. Not that he'd ever actually read Shakespeare, but he quoted it, occasionally. And he knew that quote damn it, why couldn't he remember that? It was so easy, but it just wouldn't come to him.
He sighed and smoothed out his clothes. Well, not his clothes, they were Sean's, perhaps that's why he felt all... Icky? He was wearing a deadmans clothing. Not only that, a deadmans clothing that didn't fit perfectly on him. Sure, it looked right, from the outside, but it felt wrong. Everything felt subtly wrong somehow.
No, it was just a trick of the mind, of course it was. It was just like a ouija board, all an illusion, driven by stupid superstition. He'd get used to wearing it, and then it'd be back to normal.
He looked one last time at himself in the water. His jumper was a black blur, his trousers a grey blur and his face was apparently coming at him from a fairground mirror that made everything distorted as hell.
Sweet. Now, not only was he so ugly that he broke mirrors, he could break the fucking ocean aswell He thought, smiling at the self depreciating thought. When all else fails, make fun of yourself. After all, the popular kids do it.
He got up, leaving a small pile of used clothes in the corner, but taking the bag with him. It had next to nothing in it, but that could be useful when added to the other three bags he'd left back at the shack where the other guys were.
He walked back, and was greeted by the... Interesting sight of Mae holding a plastic shovel. It took him a moment before he remembered what she'd said earlier about wanting to bury Alicia and everything clicked.
He wasn't going to try and talk her out of burying her. He really should, but, in the back of his mind, he knew that he couldn't. That'd be so... Dickish. Then again, he really, really didn't want to help. It'd be so pointless, he knew he'd complain and sound even more dickish. So, the only option was to just stand still and stay quiet and hope she gives up the idea and doesn't directly ask.
That sounded like a plan.
So, he walked in, put his stuff quietly in the corner and sat next to it, trying not to draw attention to himself.