Chuck didn't need to be told twice.
The AK was, compared to the crossbow, intuitive. Easy. He was able to work it out. Despite the high emotions.
He aimed at Saachi. Fired.
It began to click rather quickly.
Chuck did not linger more than a split second until he'd reloaded, and resumed firing. Ignoring the pain from the noise and the recoil. Ignoring the pain from the death around him. Had to do this. Last chance to save them.
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Scarlett was finding it hard to focus on staying awake. She felt the life seeping out of her. Scarlett had wanted to do a selfless act even if Kyran was dying as well as she was. She thought that it had been the right thing to do. She just hoped that Chuck was going to be okay. She wanted him to be able to live for as long as he could - No, she wanted Chuck to survive all of this. He deserved that much, no matter how many of them had to die for him to survive.
Scarlett rolled over to rest by Kyran's side, his grip on her hand made her not feel afraid and alone in her soon-to-be death and she looked up at the sky. She then closed her eyes tiredly. The pain in her body was fading away.
"H-Hey, Kyran...?" She was smiling a little and she felt herself slipping away softly. "Tell Chuck that I'm sorry and that I.... I want him to live for us, okay? I have no regrets...."
Her grip on Kyran's hand was getting weaker by the second.
"At-At least I'll get to see Everett, Michael and the others again." She let out a small laugh. "I'll see you soon, K-Kyran...."
Scarlett's hand went limp in Kyran and she let the darkness take her away.
G16 - Scarlett McAfee - Deceased
Scarlett rolled over to rest by Kyran's side, his grip on her hand made her not feel afraid and alone in her soon-to-be death and she looked up at the sky. She then closed her eyes tiredly. The pain in her body was fading away.
"H-Hey, Kyran...?" She was smiling a little and she felt herself slipping away softly. "Tell Chuck that I'm sorry and that I.... I want him to live for us, okay? I have no regrets...."
Her grip on Kyran's hand was getting weaker by the second.
"At-At least I'll get to see Everett, Michael and the others again." She let out a small laugh. "I'll see you soon, K-Kyran...."
Scarlett's hand went limp in Kyran and she let the darkness take her away.
G16 - Scarlett McAfee - Deceased
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Saachi's eyes popped open as Chuck aimed his crossbow at her. With barely any time to react, she threw herself to the side to attempt to avoid the bolt. Though she managed to avoid most of the bolt, she felt it graze the side of her right leg. The pain was instant, and a startled yell escaped from her mouth. The tears came back, the pain that had just been inflicted on her mixing with the pain of losing a close friend. Everything was painful. Her body, her emotions. Everything felt like it was getting torn asunder and her mind was starting to go into a tailspin. All she wanted to do was kill them. Kill them all. Make them pay for what they did to Miranda.
Reality was a harsh mistress, however. Saachi always knew that. Somewhere, in a part of her mind that clung to the last vestiges of rationality and thought, she knew she wasn't going to be able to get her revenge just yet. Her leg was hurt and she saw him prepping the AK. There was no way she was going to be able to take him out before he fired. As much she wanted to get her revenge, she didn't have a death wish. She wanted to live and so she had to run.
She didn't like it. But this game made her do things she didn't like. It wasn't like she enjoyed killing in the beginning. That was just a means to an end. This retreat would be the same. Still, if things went her way, Chuck, Kyran and Scarlett would've all been dead by her hands. She'll have to be content with Scarlett for now. There was no way she'd survive taking a full blast. That gave her a little satisfaction.
Pushing herself up, she took one last look at the group before turning and throwing herself at the treeline. If she got behind it, she should be safe. Ideally. Her leg ached with every step she took, but she pushed through the pain with the help of the adrenaline that pumped through her body. She could hear the bullets firing just as she crossed into the protective cover of the forest. She instinctively threw herself on the ground as she heard the bullets fly above her. Some landed on the ground next to her. Others hit the trees, causing bark to fly in the air like brown snow. All she could hear was the gun, blanketing the surrounding area with a cacophony of noise and chaos.
Waiting for the gun to stop firing, she felt the tears run down her face. How did everything go to shit so quickly? She thought through each decision that led to this moment. She thought about what she could've done to possibly change the outcome. How many scenarios could've ended with her friend still alive? There were numerous options. At the time, they seemed rational. So much for rationality.
Once the sounds stopped, Saachi felt safe to move. She didn't know if Chuck was going to fire again, but she wasn't going to take any chances. Gritting her teeth through the pain, her eyes red with tears, she ran as fast as she could away from the scene. She wasn't really thinking about where she was going. She just had to get out of there.
((Saachi Nidal continued in There and Back Again))
Reality was a harsh mistress, however. Saachi always knew that. Somewhere, in a part of her mind that clung to the last vestiges of rationality and thought, she knew she wasn't going to be able to get her revenge just yet. Her leg was hurt and she saw him prepping the AK. There was no way she was going to be able to take him out before he fired. As much she wanted to get her revenge, she didn't have a death wish. She wanted to live and so she had to run.
She didn't like it. But this game made her do things she didn't like. It wasn't like she enjoyed killing in the beginning. That was just a means to an end. This retreat would be the same. Still, if things went her way, Chuck, Kyran and Scarlett would've all been dead by her hands. She'll have to be content with Scarlett for now. There was no way she'd survive taking a full blast. That gave her a little satisfaction.
Pushing herself up, she took one last look at the group before turning and throwing herself at the treeline. If she got behind it, she should be safe. Ideally. Her leg ached with every step she took, but she pushed through the pain with the help of the adrenaline that pumped through her body. She could hear the bullets firing just as she crossed into the protective cover of the forest. She instinctively threw herself on the ground as she heard the bullets fly above her. Some landed on the ground next to her. Others hit the trees, causing bark to fly in the air like brown snow. All she could hear was the gun, blanketing the surrounding area with a cacophony of noise and chaos.
Waiting for the gun to stop firing, she felt the tears run down her face. How did everything go to shit so quickly? She thought through each decision that led to this moment. She thought about what she could've done to possibly change the outcome. How many scenarios could've ended with her friend still alive? There were numerous options. At the time, they seemed rational. So much for rationality.
Once the sounds stopped, Saachi felt safe to move. She didn't know if Chuck was going to fire again, but she wasn't going to take any chances. Gritting her teeth through the pain, her eyes red with tears, she ran as fast as she could away from the scene. She wasn't really thinking about where she was going. She just had to get out of there.
((Saachi Nidal continued in There and Back Again))
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Scarlett's hand went limp as the chaos finally faded. Chop Susie ran away, only Chuck was left standing.
"Yo," Kyran called Chuck over. "Scarlett said live for us."
Kyran unhooked his mom's heart shaped necklace, clutching it in the palm of his hand. He thought about his family, of his dog Bella. He thought about his friends still left on this island, if Kris Hartmann or Johnny Lancer were doing alright.
"Here, I want you to have this," Kyran croaked out with a bloody smirk.
The heart was passed along as the tap-tap-tap of cups played back in his mind.
'You're gonna miss me, when I'm gone.'
Lift-clap-tap
"Take it, Boo."
He laid back and shut his eyes with a one sided smile. That freakin hat.
"Yo," Kyran called Chuck over. "Scarlett said live for us."
Kyran unhooked his mom's heart shaped necklace, clutching it in the palm of his hand. He thought about his family, of his dog Bella. He thought about his friends still left on this island, if Kris Hartmann or Johnny Lancer were doing alright.
"Here, I want you to have this," Kyran croaked out with a bloody smirk.
The heart was passed along as the tap-tap-tap of cups played back in his mind.
'You're gonna miss me, when I'm gone.'
Lift-clap-tap
"Take it, Boo."
He laid back and shut his eyes with a one sided smile. That freakin hat.
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He'd hit her. He'd actually hit her.
The moment of relief was short-lived. He'd got her, but it was all for naught. She had hit her. Saachi had got Scarlett. And she...died.
It was him and Kyran.
Kyran telling Chuck to, with Scarlett's support behind his words, survive this. He wasn't sure he deserved it. Not after this. But he couldn't say that now. Not in Kyran's final moments.
Chuck took the necklace. Held it up.
"What...should I do with it?"
The moment of relief was short-lived. He'd got her, but it was all for naught. She had hit her. Saachi had got Scarlett. And she...died.
It was him and Kyran.
Kyran telling Chuck to, with Scarlett's support behind his words, survive this. He wasn't sure he deserved it. Not after this. But he couldn't say that now. Not in Kyran's final moments.
Chuck took the necklace. Held it up.
"What...should I do with it?"
"Whatever."
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There wasn't much Chuck could say to that.
Wasn't much he could think to that, either.
He looked up around him. A scene of death and destruction, almost cinematic in scope, offending all of his sensibilities and overpowering his emotional barriers in such a myriad of cacophonic ways that he actually couldn't...notice any of it. All drowned out, by this discordant humming in his ears. The pain from firing the gun was the most acute, but it was still a dull pain, one only felt by virtue of its relative simplicity, its prosaic physicality.
Chuck stood up, still clutching the necklace, his other arm limply carrying the AK by his side in some coarse imitation of preparedness. There were so many feelings he wanted to process. So many new facts that he had to grapple with. So many mental breakdowns bubbling beneath the surface, competing for his attention, some kind of Three Stooges Syndrome-esque blockade preventing any of them actually materialising in any tangible way. He couldn't exactly pause and pick out one of those many ordeals, and so he just remained like that for a few moments, in some state of numb catatonia.
Chuck could cope with tragedy. But when so much happened at once, everything conceivable went wrong, every synapse of his brain was firing off with some suggestion of a silver lining or something...
He envied the trio, in a way. Not for dying. He wasn't so stupid. Wasn't so blighted by some twisted notion of survivor guilt. But they had all confronted their impending deaths with...their own unique brands of badassery. They'd all remained the beautiful crazy fuckers up until their final moments.
And God, Chuck wished he could be so awesome. Wished his final moment could be something so heroic, something so quintessentially good, as Scarlett's final moments. Wished he could go down with something so fucking mental as punching some villain's face in, a la Michael. Wished he could maintain his humour and attitude to the very end.
Five bodies, he'd counted now. Saachi and Chuck, the sole survivors.
Woulda traded any of his three friends for his own life. Or preferably Saachi's. He'd kill her, Chuck decided in that moment. Wasn't killing somebody a whole...thing? Like, a rule or something? Better Saachi's life than somebody else's. Didn't like that thought. In a way, a tragedy in its own right that Chuck's mind had sunk to such depths.
As he set about trying to carve out three shallow holes for his fallen friends - no, five, he forced himself to commit to - he decided to focus on that tragedy. To let that one rise to the surface. At least that one, Chuck could do something about.
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Wasn't much he could think to that, either.
He looked up around him. A scene of death and destruction, almost cinematic in scope, offending all of his sensibilities and overpowering his emotional barriers in such a myriad of cacophonic ways that he actually couldn't...notice any of it. All drowned out, by this discordant humming in his ears. The pain from firing the gun was the most acute, but it was still a dull pain, one only felt by virtue of its relative simplicity, its prosaic physicality.
Chuck stood up, still clutching the necklace, his other arm limply carrying the AK by his side in some coarse imitation of preparedness. There were so many feelings he wanted to process. So many new facts that he had to grapple with. So many mental breakdowns bubbling beneath the surface, competing for his attention, some kind of Three Stooges Syndrome-esque blockade preventing any of them actually materialising in any tangible way. He couldn't exactly pause and pick out one of those many ordeals, and so he just remained like that for a few moments, in some state of numb catatonia.
Chuck could cope with tragedy. But when so much happened at once, everything conceivable went wrong, every synapse of his brain was firing off with some suggestion of a silver lining or something...
He envied the trio, in a way. Not for dying. He wasn't so stupid. Wasn't so blighted by some twisted notion of survivor guilt. But they had all confronted their impending deaths with...their own unique brands of badassery. They'd all remained the beautiful crazy fuckers up until their final moments.
And God, Chuck wished he could be so awesome. Wished his final moment could be something so heroic, something so quintessentially good, as Scarlett's final moments. Wished he could go down with something so fucking mental as punching some villain's face in, a la Michael. Wished he could maintain his humour and attitude to the very end.
Five bodies, he'd counted now. Saachi and Chuck, the sole survivors.
Woulda traded any of his three friends for his own life. Or preferably Saachi's. He'd kill her, Chuck decided in that moment. Wasn't killing somebody a whole...thing? Like, a rule or something? Better Saachi's life than somebody else's. Didn't like that thought. In a way, a tragedy in its own right that Chuck's mind had sunk to such depths.
As he set about trying to carve out three shallow holes for his fallen friends - no, five, he forced himself to commit to - he decided to focus on that tragedy. To let that one rise to the surface. At least that one, Chuck could do something about.
((Chuck Soileaux continued in The Chuck Republic.))