Man, what the fuck.
Like, she knew that Sergio was a total fuckboy, but she had kinda thought he was a fuckboy with at least a handful of brain cells rattling around in his head like popcorn. Like, how many times did she have to mentally go over this? Alaska was her best friend, which she knew was a foreign concept to a dude who only wanted to eat ass but hey, the point was, she wasn’t gonna throw her under the bus, no way no how. And guess what? That worked in reverse too! It was always gonna be 2 against 1, no matter how you sliced it. Sergio was just collateral, and Laura had figured he’d have accepted that, even if he didn’t fucking like it.
But nooo, he had to try something didn’t he? Had to make a dive for the gun like he was some kinda shitty action movie hero, didn’t he? Had to go and fucking startle the witch, didn’t he? And now her goddamn ears were ringing, and there was an acrid stench hanging in the air from the explosion that felt like it had almost capsized the boat, and somehow, on instinct, her body had flung itself to the deck. Her head was fucking pounding right now, but hey, good news, that seemed to be the only damage she’d actually taken! And Tweedle-Dumb and Tweedle-Dipshit were fuckin’ duking it out among themselves, so maybe-
“‘Laska?”
She pushed herself up somewhat, transitioning from an awkward crumpled blob to an awkward crumpled heap sitting upright, glancing over at Alaska to see exactly what the fuck she was talking about and-
Oh.
Oh, God.
The bloody mass of stumps and bone that had once been a fully functioning hand was bad enough. The huge fuck-off crater carved into her torso? Yeah, that was ten times fucking worse. It sounded so fucking dumb and inane to say it, but all the shit you saw on TV? All those mangled bodies and wounds even worse than this shit in front of her, stuff she had laughed about and compared to her mom’s shitty meatloaf? Haha, cool, yeah, none of that prepared you in the goddamn slightest for seeing it with your own two eyes, especially when it was your fucking best friend about to bleed to death in front of you without a goddamn paramedic in sight.
“Alaska… Shit, fuck, Alaska, you…”
C’mon, Laura. Where’s your witty quip? Where’s your stupid meme? All of that devil-may-care, fuck-the-world attitude, gone just like that? Alaska had managed to pull off a joke, shitty as it might have been, and she was the one dripping blood into the ocean like she was a fucking bucket of chum. So come on. Say something. Say something funny. Say something irreverent.
“I… I-I…”
We’re all waiting, Laura.
Return of the Bear
Private while death shows up
Her joke must have been good as Laura was left speechless.
Jokes aside, it was scary and all Alaska could feel was pain and a chill that was steadily spreading throughout her body. Alaska wasn't an expert on dying but that seemed like it was something bad.
Alaska didn't want to die, she especially didn't want to die in front of her best friend—and she presumed Emmy was watching too—so were her parents she assumed. Man, that was rough. They'd just had to watch their daughter get her hands blown apart on live TV. She sniffed and took a gulping breath as she saw Laura struggling to figure out what to say.
She'd never wanted to put Laura in the situation they were in, and hell, Seo-yun, bad as she was, was right. Their group never really could have worked but...Laura had been happy to sacrifice her own life to save Alaska without a moment's hesitation. That was true friendship. After everything Laura had stuck with her and then it was all randomly and brutally ripped away from them, it didn't feel fair. None of it was fair.
Alaska's head dipped as she came close to passing out but she managed to keep herself conscious. She looked at her decimated hands once more and closed her eyes as the tears finally came.
Leaning over as much as she could manage she rested her head against Laura's and whispered to her.
"I’m gonna haunt the shit out of your computer."
She managed to slur out something else along the lines of 'I love you' but truth be told Alaska wasn't fully lucid by then. It didn't take long for her to pass out, and then from there, it was only a matter of time.
The game was over. The stream was turned off. She was done.
Jokes aside, it was scary and all Alaska could feel was pain and a chill that was steadily spreading throughout her body. Alaska wasn't an expert on dying but that seemed like it was something bad.
Alaska didn't want to die, she especially didn't want to die in front of her best friend—and she presumed Emmy was watching too—so were her parents she assumed. Man, that was rough. They'd just had to watch their daughter get her hands blown apart on live TV. She sniffed and took a gulping breath as she saw Laura struggling to figure out what to say.
She'd never wanted to put Laura in the situation they were in, and hell, Seo-yun, bad as she was, was right. Their group never really could have worked but...Laura had been happy to sacrifice her own life to save Alaska without a moment's hesitation. That was true friendship. After everything Laura had stuck with her and then it was all randomly and brutally ripped away from them, it didn't feel fair. None of it was fair.
Alaska's head dipped as she came close to passing out but she managed to keep herself conscious. She looked at her decimated hands once more and closed her eyes as the tears finally came.
Leaning over as much as she could manage she rested her head against Laura's and whispered to her.
"I’m gonna haunt the shit out of your computer."
She managed to slur out something else along the lines of 'I love you' but truth be told Alaska wasn't fully lucid by then. It didn't take long for her to pass out, and then from there, it was only a matter of time.
The game was over. The stream was turned off. She was done.
ES01: ALASKA FERGUSON
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VoltTurtle
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Seo-yun was done with all of this.
Nothing could ever go according to plan. Something always had to go wrong. Especially right now, near the finish line.
She was so tired. She wanted it to end. She wanted to go home. Yet here she was, risking her life again. She wanted to cry. She wished Mandy were here.
Her legs moved on their own. She shot up from where she had taken cover, bolting away from this mess as fast as she could. She wasn't sure if she was being shot at, she couldn't hear anything over the ringing in her ears. All she knew was that there weren't any new explosions of pain. A blessing that she didn't deserve, but she would hold close and not let go.
((She gave one final parting shot as she fled, not daring to look back.))
Nothing could ever go according to plan. Something always had to go wrong. Especially right now, near the finish line.
She was so tired. She wanted it to end. She wanted to go home. Yet here she was, risking her life again. She wanted to cry. She wished Mandy were here.
Her legs moved on their own. She shot up from where she had taken cover, bolting away from this mess as fast as she could. She wasn't sure if she was being shot at, she couldn't hear anything over the ringing in her ears. All she knew was that there weren't any new explosions of pain. A blessing that she didn't deserve, but she would hold close and not let go.
((She gave one final parting shot as she fled, not daring to look back.))
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Pippi
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“You’re gonna have to deal with so much porn if you haunt my PC, bitch.”
Laura spoke the words way too quietly for the cameras to pick up, and way, way too late for anybody worth a damn to hear them. She sat on one of the chairs lining the side of the RocketBoat, hands on each side of Alaska’s body, holding them gently, resting her forehead against what remained of her best friend. Her glasses were stained to shit, as was her bikini top, and both her thighs, blood dripping onto her. The frilly white bullshit of her maid getup was gonna run pink if she ended up washing this, but she really couldn’t give a damn about that. Couldn’t give a damn about moving at all. What would be the outcome if she didn’t? She’d get shot? Like she was prepared to happen just a few minutes ago? Only difference now, she guessed, was she didn’t have anybody to die for.
It was such bullshit. Such goddamn stupid bullshit. It was supposed to be the other way around, it was supposed to be her lying on the floor with a huge hole ripped out of her gut, except she was supposed to be a bloody bodybag-wannabe so that Alaska could live and fulfill the potential she actually fucking had. Instead, Laura was alive. Laura goddamn Hakštok. Prospects, nil. Desire to better herself, none.
Desire to live, fucking nada.
It wasn’t goddamn fair, and it didn’t matter how much she knew that life was simply unfair, this was just the peak, the prime example of the deck being stacked against you to fuck you royally over. Just because some stupid fuckboy decided to take issue with the ‘death’ part of ‘death game’ and tried to make a #BIGPLAY. Just because some psycho bitch decided she wanted to play some Prisoner’s Dilemma bullshit type game, whatever the fuck it was called.
She stayed seated, Alaska’s limp body resting against her, waiting for Seo-yun, or Sergio, or some other fuckhead with an opportunistic streak to waltz along and blow her away, but there was no movement from nearby, no whip crack sound of gunfire, no 4th of July stench of gunpowder. Maybe the other two cunts were hiding from each other, waiting to see who would blink first. Maybe they’d both cut their losses and booked it. She didn’t care. She really didn’t fucking care, like, take how little she cared about everything normally and amplify it tenfold, that was how little of a shit she gave about what happened to her anymore.
“I love you.”
She murmured the words as she let Alaska go, slowly lowering her back down so that she was lying on the row of seats. That was just one final middle finger, wasn’t it? One last fuck you from the producers, not giving them anywhere to bury the dead, cause like hell she was gonna dump her best friend overboard, let her body sink down until it was eaten by, like, a shark or a whale or something. With beleaguered steps, like she was walking in slow motion, she moved over to her bag, rummaging through it until she had her hoody in her hands. She draped it over Alaska’s body, biker oni facing upwards. She looked down at the body of her best friend, practically her only friend, for a few minutes longer, hands hanging loosely by her side.
Then she left without a word.
If you were expecting a damn punchline, aside from Laura herself, you could keep on fucking waiting.
((Laura Hakštok continued in All On Me))
Laura spoke the words way too quietly for the cameras to pick up, and way, way too late for anybody worth a damn to hear them. She sat on one of the chairs lining the side of the RocketBoat, hands on each side of Alaska’s body, holding them gently, resting her forehead against what remained of her best friend. Her glasses were stained to shit, as was her bikini top, and both her thighs, blood dripping onto her. The frilly white bullshit of her maid getup was gonna run pink if she ended up washing this, but she really couldn’t give a damn about that. Couldn’t give a damn about moving at all. What would be the outcome if she didn’t? She’d get shot? Like she was prepared to happen just a few minutes ago? Only difference now, she guessed, was she didn’t have anybody to die for.
It was such bullshit. Such goddamn stupid bullshit. It was supposed to be the other way around, it was supposed to be her lying on the floor with a huge hole ripped out of her gut, except she was supposed to be a bloody bodybag-wannabe so that Alaska could live and fulfill the potential she actually fucking had. Instead, Laura was alive. Laura goddamn Hakštok. Prospects, nil. Desire to better herself, none.
Desire to live, fucking nada.
It wasn’t goddamn fair, and it didn’t matter how much she knew that life was simply unfair, this was just the peak, the prime example of the deck being stacked against you to fuck you royally over. Just because some stupid fuckboy decided to take issue with the ‘death’ part of ‘death game’ and tried to make a #BIGPLAY. Just because some psycho bitch decided she wanted to play some Prisoner’s Dilemma bullshit type game, whatever the fuck it was called.
She stayed seated, Alaska’s limp body resting against her, waiting for Seo-yun, or Sergio, or some other fuckhead with an opportunistic streak to waltz along and blow her away, but there was no movement from nearby, no whip crack sound of gunfire, no 4th of July stench of gunpowder. Maybe the other two cunts were hiding from each other, waiting to see who would blink first. Maybe they’d both cut their losses and booked it. She didn’t care. She really didn’t fucking care, like, take how little she cared about everything normally and amplify it tenfold, that was how little of a shit she gave about what happened to her anymore.
“I love you.”
She murmured the words as she let Alaska go, slowly lowering her back down so that she was lying on the row of seats. That was just one final middle finger, wasn’t it? One last fuck you from the producers, not giving them anywhere to bury the dead, cause like hell she was gonna dump her best friend overboard, let her body sink down until it was eaten by, like, a shark or a whale or something. With beleaguered steps, like she was walking in slow motion, she moved over to her bag, rummaging through it until she had her hoody in her hands. She draped it over Alaska’s body, biker oni facing upwards. She looked down at the body of her best friend, practically her only friend, for a few minutes longer, hands hanging loosely by her side.
Then she left without a word.
If you were expecting a damn punchline, aside from Laura herself, you could keep on fucking waiting.
((Laura Hakštok continued in All On Me))
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Courtography
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His shots didn't do what he wanted. Seo-Yun had taken off one of Alaska's hands.
But Sergio didn't really care about that because she followed it up with grazing him with the same gun. All he knew was that his side hurt bad. There were little holes in the side of his shirt with blood leaking out. Sergio was running in the other direction. Sorry Alaska and fuck you Laura.
Would he die now?
Hopefully not, but fuck it this wasn't like with Max. He had been hurt then too and he'd run back in.
Now he was just out of there. Alaska was hot but not worth dying for. He couldn't get revenge now either. Sylvain's gun had run out of bullets.
Soon he was gone, but at least Laura's plan to sacrifice him to Seo-Yun had failed.
(Sergio Gallo continued in The Waiting Game)
But Sergio didn't really care about that because she followed it up with grazing him with the same gun. All he knew was that his side hurt bad. There were little holes in the side of his shirt with blood leaking out. Sergio was running in the other direction. Sorry Alaska and fuck you Laura.
Would he die now?
Hopefully not, but fuck it this wasn't like with Max. He had been hurt then too and he'd run back in.
Now he was just out of there. Alaska was hot but not worth dying for. He couldn't get revenge now either. Sylvain's gun had run out of bullets.
Soon he was gone, but at least Laura's plan to sacrifice him to Seo-Yun had failed.
(Sergio Gallo continued in The Waiting Game)