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Shit, that was fast.
She hadn't even heard Bobby coming, and suddenly Amber was shouting and something was swinging past her head.
She'd lifted her revolved and turned to shoot the boy, purely as reflex, but he'd been quicker, grabbing the barrel and taking it off her. She couldn't think of anything to say, to convince him not to shoot her. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she could make a sound. Only one thing was on Odile's mind.
Shit, that was fast.
Jake was on the ground, looking bad. His face had gone white, and his throat was all fucked up. Had Bobby hit him? Had Bobby even known him? Jake had been nice to her, had helped her. There was no helping him now. As the girl she didn't know whispered something to him, Jake's eyes closed, and stayed like that.
Shit, that was fast.
That could have been her. That would have been her, had Amber not intervened. Not that it had done much good, mind you. Bobby had a gun on her, and now Jake'd got murderized, to boot. And where was Amber now?
Behind Bobby, raising that knife of hers. Odile tried to keep any expression off her face, tried not to let Bobby know what was going on. It was hard, though, with a thousand emotions fighting to get out: joy, relief, terror, sadness. Predominant, though, was amazement.
Amber had got things under control this quickly?
Shit, that was fast.
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The aluminum rod smashed into Jake's neck hard enough to bend the rod. Jake fell, choking, dying. Bobby wasn't watching that. Odile pointed a gun back at him. He dropped the now useless rod and grabbed the gun with his free hand, twisting it out of Odile's grip.
Bobby quickly turned the gun around and pointed it at Odile's face. She was staring back at him, defiant, unapologetic, as if he were the vermin here.
Amber placed herself between the two of them trying to convince him that Odile wouldn't hurt anyone. What a joke! That's almost all that Odile does is hurt people! Somehow, Amber had been blinded or brainwashed or something. Stockholm Syndrome is what it's called, he remembered. He shoved the blonde girl out of the way a little more forcefully than he'd intended, but it got her out of the line of fire.
He pointed the pistol at Odile's head again. Then he had a moment of indecision. I should shoot her through that empty place in her chest where her heart aught to be. But no, if she's playing the game, she's playing to the cameras. It would suit her to end her time on the island with a big hole in her face.
It was all over before he could pull the trigger. The sharp agony hit his lower back at least as painfully as Karen's bullet had back in the forest that first afternoon. This time, his legs collapsed beneath him. If he had been on the floor, the fall would have been bad enough, but he was standing on the stairs. When he fell, he toppled forward and down; he didn't have enough time to put his hands out to break his fall.
Instead, his head hit the bottom stair at an awkward and fatal angle.
It is so dark. I almost made it to my 17th birthday. I tried to do the right thing while stuck in this impossible game. I really tried, Dad. I love you, Dad.
Grey #1: Bobby Goldman - Deceased
Bobby quickly turned the gun around and pointed it at Odile's face. She was staring back at him, defiant, unapologetic, as if he were the vermin here.
Amber placed herself between the two of them trying to convince him that Odile wouldn't hurt anyone. What a joke! That's almost all that Odile does is hurt people! Somehow, Amber had been blinded or brainwashed or something. Stockholm Syndrome is what it's called, he remembered. He shoved the blonde girl out of the way a little more forcefully than he'd intended, but it got her out of the line of fire.
He pointed the pistol at Odile's head again. Then he had a moment of indecision. I should shoot her through that empty place in her chest where her heart aught to be. But no, if she's playing the game, she's playing to the cameras. It would suit her to end her time on the island with a big hole in her face.
It was all over before he could pull the trigger. The sharp agony hit his lower back at least as painfully as Karen's bullet had back in the forest that first afternoon. This time, his legs collapsed beneath him. If he had been on the floor, the fall would have been bad enough, but he was standing on the stairs. When he fell, he toppled forward and down; he didn't have enough time to put his hands out to break his fall.
Instead, his head hit the bottom stair at an awkward and fatal angle.
It is so dark. I almost made it to my 17th birthday. I tried to do the right thing while stuck in this impossible game. I really tried, Dad. I love you, Dad.
Grey #1: Bobby Goldman - Deceased
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Bobby was dead.
For a moment, Amber just stood there, still firmly gripping the bloody machete that she had used to murder the same boy who barely a few days ago she had given a loving embrace. She was breathing quite deeply, her eyes focused on the twitching body that lay before her.
A thousand thoughts were circling her troubled mind at that particular moment in time, alongside a thousand more mixed feelings about the sudden turn of events. Bobby was dead. Jake was seriously injured. And Shawn was just standing there, awestruck. As if he hadn't the slightest clue as to what the heck he should do now that she had gone ahead and killed someone in cold blood right in front of him.
No. This wasn't in cold blood. Bobby had provoked her! If she hadn't of intervened, then he would have just shot Odile right there and then! No, he had given her no alternative than to take his life in exchange for saving Odiles.
But... Bobby had been her friend! One of her closest friends in the whole world in fact! How could she have...
NO! I must concentrate! I need to get out of this place, NOW!
After sheathing her machete and scooping up the gun from the floor, Amber grabbed Odile by the wrist and made a rush towards the door, praying that Shawn and Mae wouldn't try to shoot them in the back.
She could freak out about having killed one of her closest friends later, AFTER she had gotten away from that cursed ship.
((Amber Lyons and Odile Jones continued in Inner Demons))
For a moment, Amber just stood there, still firmly gripping the bloody machete that she had used to murder the same boy who barely a few days ago she had given a loving embrace. She was breathing quite deeply, her eyes focused on the twitching body that lay before her.
A thousand thoughts were circling her troubled mind at that particular moment in time, alongside a thousand more mixed feelings about the sudden turn of events. Bobby was dead. Jake was seriously injured. And Shawn was just standing there, awestruck. As if he hadn't the slightest clue as to what the heck he should do now that she had gone ahead and killed someone in cold blood right in front of him.
No. This wasn't in cold blood. Bobby had provoked her! If she hadn't of intervened, then he would have just shot Odile right there and then! No, he had given her no alternative than to take his life in exchange for saving Odiles.
But... Bobby had been her friend! One of her closest friends in the whole world in fact! How could she have...
NO! I must concentrate! I need to get out of this place, NOW!
After sheathing her machete and scooping up the gun from the floor, Amber grabbed Odile by the wrist and made a rush towards the door, praying that Shawn and Mae wouldn't try to shoot them in the back.
She could freak out about having killed one of her closest friends later, AFTER she had gotten away from that cursed ship.
((Amber Lyons and Odile Jones continued in Inner Demons))
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Shawn looked at Amber in shocked disbelief as she plunged the machete into Bobby's back. A blood curdling sound later lead to seeing Bobby collapse head first onto the edge of a stair step, with an awkward thump. A puddle of blood, much like that with Leopold Sutherland flowed from the Detroiter all over and dripping down from the staircase.
How could Shawn have allowed this to happen? He turned to face Mae who had been crouched and tending to Jake - Jake - who lay on the floor with the blankest of stares. He could tell by Mae's face that just like Bobby, Jacob was now dead too. And Shawn, even with his armament had done nothing to stop it from happening.
He stared back at Amber, who was standing there gripping her blood soaked machete. She too had been staring at Bobby's corpse, before turning to look at Jake's lifeless body and finally staring back at Shawn himself, eye to eye for the briefest part of a minute.
Quickly, the girl sheathed her bloody weapon and picked up the gun Bobby had taken from Odile. Odile, had looked awestruck herself at the moment, at Amber saving her by murdering Bobby - like she was impressed at how much damage had been done in so short time.
Shawn was not impressed. In fact he was angry about that.
Angry that Amber decided to take Odile's wrist and make a run for it. Angry that the one he dubbed "hot babe" who he thought was an alright chick, had really been working with Odile the whole time. If not then, she had the choice. The choice between Odile Jones and Bobby Goldman - the same Bobby Goldman who told Shawn that Amber was his friend, the same Bobby who was on this Cruise Ship to RESCUE HER.
Yet, she chose the murderous bitch.
Amber had completely fallen for whatever web of lies, that Odile spun together and it was from Amber's choice to protect her, which lead to the death of an ally in Bobby and the death of his buddy, Jacob Langston. It was because of them, that his BEST FRIEND was dead.
Shawn felt an emptiness in his heart then, similar to the one he had for the few years following his father's death. Jacob being the great friend he was, had been the one who helped pull him out of that emptiness and now the boy was gone and he was never coming back.
And after all this, what Amber and Odile decided to do was basically: Hit and Run. It was disgusting.
"You." Shawn started, his hands practically trembling in rage. "This. This was all YOUR FAULT!"
He held the pump action shotgun at ready while pointing it toward the girls who were scurrying like a bunch of rodents closer and closer to the doorway.
There was no way he would let them leave scot-free like this and completely unharmed. They were both proven to be a danger to the well being of everyone he knew on the island - two incredibly dangerous threats on the show which Shawn had promised himself to put a stop to and they were right there in front of him. He could put a stop this; all the pain they were bound to inflict, all the pain they put everyone through... all the pain they had put HIM through.
There was only one way to do that and it was one thing that Shawn had considered once before, with Jaszmine. That was: In order to protect he had to literally eliminate the threat.
It wasn't there before, but Shawn finally had the courage. For Holly. For J.J. For Bobby. For Jacob. Even those they didn't kill, like Leopold and Zach who Shawn wasn't going to let die in vain. He couldn't fail them again. He squeezed the trigger...
An explosion erupted from the Remington 870, the sound completely echoing throughout the insides of the cruise ship, possibly loud enough to be heard from the outside as well. The sound, so close, caused a strong ringing in his ears. The gun's unexpected recoil caught Shawn by the surprise, sending him stumbling back, but he held his ground enough to prevent himself from falling. The realization kicked in at this particular moment.
Did I ... Did I just fire a gun at a person... at two people?
His eyes popped open, his jaw dropped. He lowered the gun.
The girls were gone. He walked forward to the wide open ship entrance, saw them running down the ramp and away from the cruise ship and he didn't know if he hurt any of them or not. He wasn't going to go after them. Not now. He didn't have it in him, after the shock from firing his very first gunshot.
Instead, he called out to them. Left them another set of parting words to remember him by, as he did in the Resort Hotel once before. But instead of well wishes for friendlier meetings he left them with a simple warning.
"Go on. Run! You can keep on trying to wash the blood from your hands, but it won't go. I hope you realize that."
They might not have heard him, but at least he was able to say his peace.
Still outside, Shawn pressed his tired back against the cruise ship's exterior walls, sliding down and allowing himself to slump onto the floor. He blew the whistle.
How could Shawn have allowed this to happen? He turned to face Mae who had been crouched and tending to Jake - Jake - who lay on the floor with the blankest of stares. He could tell by Mae's face that just like Bobby, Jacob was now dead too. And Shawn, even with his armament had done nothing to stop it from happening.
He stared back at Amber, who was standing there gripping her blood soaked machete. She too had been staring at Bobby's corpse, before turning to look at Jake's lifeless body and finally staring back at Shawn himself, eye to eye for the briefest part of a minute.
Quickly, the girl sheathed her bloody weapon and picked up the gun Bobby had taken from Odile. Odile, had looked awestruck herself at the moment, at Amber saving her by murdering Bobby - like she was impressed at how much damage had been done in so short time.
Shawn was not impressed. In fact he was angry about that.
Angry that Amber decided to take Odile's wrist and make a run for it. Angry that the one he dubbed "hot babe" who he thought was an alright chick, had really been working with Odile the whole time. If not then, she had the choice. The choice between Odile Jones and Bobby Goldman - the same Bobby Goldman who told Shawn that Amber was his friend, the same Bobby who was on this Cruise Ship to RESCUE HER.
Yet, she chose the murderous bitch.
Amber had completely fallen for whatever web of lies, that Odile spun together and it was from Amber's choice to protect her, which lead to the death of an ally in Bobby and the death of his buddy, Jacob Langston. It was because of them, that his BEST FRIEND was dead.
Shawn felt an emptiness in his heart then, similar to the one he had for the few years following his father's death. Jacob being the great friend he was, had been the one who helped pull him out of that emptiness and now the boy was gone and he was never coming back.
And after all this, what Amber and Odile decided to do was basically: Hit and Run. It was disgusting.
"You." Shawn started, his hands practically trembling in rage. "This. This was all YOUR FAULT!"
He held the pump action shotgun at ready while pointing it toward the girls who were scurrying like a bunch of rodents closer and closer to the doorway.
There was no way he would let them leave scot-free like this and completely unharmed. They were both proven to be a danger to the well being of everyone he knew on the island - two incredibly dangerous threats on the show which Shawn had promised himself to put a stop to and they were right there in front of him. He could put a stop this; all the pain they were bound to inflict, all the pain they put everyone through... all the pain they had put HIM through.
There was only one way to do that and it was one thing that Shawn had considered once before, with Jaszmine. That was: In order to protect he had to literally eliminate the threat.
It wasn't there before, but Shawn finally had the courage. For Holly. For J.J. For Bobby. For Jacob. Even those they didn't kill, like Leopold and Zach who Shawn wasn't going to let die in vain. He couldn't fail them again. He squeezed the trigger...
An explosion erupted from the Remington 870, the sound completely echoing throughout the insides of the cruise ship, possibly loud enough to be heard from the outside as well. The sound, so close, caused a strong ringing in his ears. The gun's unexpected recoil caught Shawn by the surprise, sending him stumbling back, but he held his ground enough to prevent himself from falling. The realization kicked in at this particular moment.
Did I ... Did I just fire a gun at a person... at two people?
His eyes popped open, his jaw dropped. He lowered the gun.
The girls were gone. He walked forward to the wide open ship entrance, saw them running down the ramp and away from the cruise ship and he didn't know if he hurt any of them or not. He wasn't going to go after them. Not now. He didn't have it in him, after the shock from firing his very first gunshot.
Instead, he called out to them. Left them another set of parting words to remember him by, as he did in the Resort Hotel once before. But instead of well wishes for friendlier meetings he left them with a simple warning.
"Go on. Run! You can keep on trying to wash the blood from your hands, but it won't go. I hope you realize that."
They might not have heard him, but at least he was able to say his peace.
Still outside, Shawn pressed his tired back against the cruise ship's exterior walls, sliding down and allowing himself to slump onto the floor. He blew the whistle.
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Mae heard the gunshot.
Oh God, please no.
But then she heard the whistle blow.
Thank you.
She squeezed Jake's hand, even knowing that he couldn't feel it, not where he was. And willed herself to stand. Jake was gone, Jake was gone and the last thing that he thought about her was that she was a horrible person. The last thing he had really said about her was that she should have died. And here she was, alive. And there he lay. Dead.
She found herself standing. And walking. She had to find Shawn, he clearly needed her. She found him by the entrance, sitting. Staring. She found herself running to his side, dropping to her knees. Was he injured?! It felt as though every person she tried to nurse died. Would she be losing him too!?
It only looked like mere exhaustion that caused him to sit. She stared at him for a moment.
Then she couldn't take it anymore. Mae lunged forward for him, feeling the pain and the loss and everything that had happened in the last few days. She was tired of playing a part. She was tired of being perfect. She just wanted one moment of his arms around her. Of his lips on hers. She wanted one moment of that sort of perfection.
Better than straight As.
Better than a flawless pirouette.
She kissed him briefly, because there was so much to do. She looked into his eyes and hoped that he knew that there was no pretense. Not this time.
"I think...we should give them a burial at sea. Like Bobby wanted, you know?"
Shawn nodded.
He was so strong, not in just the way he carried his best friend out, or in the way he maneuvered everyone. It was in the silence, the respectful silences he carried for the newly dead. He hadn't been able to say good-bye to Jake, who had been so happy to see him, and now here he was.
Mae couldn't think of anything to say to Jake that she hadn't already said while he lay dying.
When the business is done, they made their way back to the cruise ship. Jake had had a pistol, not a bad one either. Shawn asked to carry it, in memorial of Jake. How could Mae refuse him? They were collecting a lot of weapons now from the fallen. What would happen if they died? Who would take the weapons then?
No. Not the way to think.
She felt shy about kissing him, even now.They had kissed before and were obviously close, but did she have to do it then?
What if there was no other time?
The thought made her shiver.
Oh God, please no.
But then she heard the whistle blow.
Thank you.
She squeezed Jake's hand, even knowing that he couldn't feel it, not where he was. And willed herself to stand. Jake was gone, Jake was gone and the last thing that he thought about her was that she was a horrible person. The last thing he had really said about her was that she should have died. And here she was, alive. And there he lay. Dead.
She found herself standing. And walking. She had to find Shawn, he clearly needed her. She found him by the entrance, sitting. Staring. She found herself running to his side, dropping to her knees. Was he injured?! It felt as though every person she tried to nurse died. Would she be losing him too!?
It only looked like mere exhaustion that caused him to sit. She stared at him for a moment.
Then she couldn't take it anymore. Mae lunged forward for him, feeling the pain and the loss and everything that had happened in the last few days. She was tired of playing a part. She was tired of being perfect. She just wanted one moment of his arms around her. Of his lips on hers. She wanted one moment of that sort of perfection.
Better than straight As.
Better than a flawless pirouette.
She kissed him briefly, because there was so much to do. She looked into his eyes and hoped that he knew that there was no pretense. Not this time.
"I think...we should give them a burial at sea. Like Bobby wanted, you know?"
Shawn nodded.
He was so strong, not in just the way he carried his best friend out, or in the way he maneuvered everyone. It was in the silence, the respectful silences he carried for the newly dead. He hadn't been able to say good-bye to Jake, who had been so happy to see him, and now here he was.
Mae couldn't think of anything to say to Jake that she hadn't already said while he lay dying.
When the business is done, they made their way back to the cruise ship. Jake had had a pistol, not a bad one either. Shawn asked to carry it, in memorial of Jake. How could Mae refuse him? They were collecting a lot of weapons now from the fallen. What would happen if they died? Who would take the weapons then?
No. Not the way to think.
She felt shy about kissing him, even now.They had kissed before and were obviously close, but did she have to do it then?
What if there was no other time?
The thought made her shiver.
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[[OOC: Just moving Shawn out of the thread, as he's needed in a different scene.]]
Sunlight.
It was sometime past dawn, but before noon. He had slept in one of the cruise ship's bedrooms at Mae's willing, saying that she'd be the one to watch out for him, concerned for his obvious exhaustion. At first Shawn declined, saying that it was okay, but Mae insisted. Feeling too tired to press the issue, Shawn had merely nodded, trusting that Mae would be able to handle everything as he rested. He had fallen asleep almost instantly.
Shawn had woken up, feeling slightly better than before, as he went on to do his morning stretching routine. He opened his bag and tossed on a new shirt to cover himself up as well.
Concluding that, he walked into the bullet ridden hall, down to the main room, where the whole nightmare occurred. Jacob and Bobby's bodies were no longer here, as both he and Mae had carefully lowered them for a "burial at sea" like Bobby had talked about a few hours before he died. There were trace amounts of blood on the small staircase yet, but it seemed like someone had been cleaning it up recently.
Then Shawn spotted Mae, looking considerably cleaned up from the last time he'd seen her. Even as she sat there, with Ben-o's old gun in hand, Shawn managed to give her a smile. A weak, closed lipped smile, considering the events from not long ago, but a smile nonetheless. He had blown the whistle moments after Jacob died. At that time he really needed her, somebody to be there to comfort him during his time of loss and she was there for him. What he hadn't expected was the kiss.
When she kissed him, it was something of a surprise for the young hippie, but at that particular moment and as brief as it was - it just felt like something Shawn really needed.
So many people from school he cared about had been taken away from him during the course of the game. Mae was one of the few he had left. The growing bond between them the more time they spent with each other, kept Shawn strong. He couldn't afford to lose her as well.
"You okay?" he asked her. "You've had breakfast yet?"
He sat down next to her, checking the new bags amongst them from the chaos. He emptied Jake and Bobby's bags, taking the important stuff, and stuffing it into one bag. Something in Jake's bag caught Shawn's eye.
"A grenade." Shawn said as he held it up while looking at Mae. "I think you should keep this."
Shawn Morrison collected his stuff, and continued to organize their supplies and weapons, when suddenly Shawn had the feeling that something was missing. He still couldn't figure it out as he divided the weapons the gold team had collected.
Mae had Ben's Colt Single Action Army, her Katana and a Grenade.
Shawn had Alicia's Remington 870, Jake's Sig Sauer P226, along with the frying pan, and his old friend Brian Eno stored away in his own bag... BAG!
His eyes widened for a second, a second later Shawn's palm went to his face. He had left the bag inside the ski resort lodge when they went out to bury Peter. He had forgotten about it, when the bloody ghost showed up! It had Zach's supplies and the huge Nodachi sword with it along with the metal collar Mae had taken from some girl's neck inside. He'd have to ask her about that when they got there. It might've been important.
"Oh crap. Mae, I think I left Zach's bag at the Ski Resort. We need to go back for it."
[[GLD4: Shawn Morrison Continued To: Siberian Breaks.]]
Sunlight.
It was sometime past dawn, but before noon. He had slept in one of the cruise ship's bedrooms at Mae's willing, saying that she'd be the one to watch out for him, concerned for his obvious exhaustion. At first Shawn declined, saying that it was okay, but Mae insisted. Feeling too tired to press the issue, Shawn had merely nodded, trusting that Mae would be able to handle everything as he rested. He had fallen asleep almost instantly.
Shawn had woken up, feeling slightly better than before, as he went on to do his morning stretching routine. He opened his bag and tossed on a new shirt to cover himself up as well.
Concluding that, he walked into the bullet ridden hall, down to the main room, where the whole nightmare occurred. Jacob and Bobby's bodies were no longer here, as both he and Mae had carefully lowered them for a "burial at sea" like Bobby had talked about a few hours before he died. There were trace amounts of blood on the small staircase yet, but it seemed like someone had been cleaning it up recently.
Then Shawn spotted Mae, looking considerably cleaned up from the last time he'd seen her. Even as she sat there, with Ben-o's old gun in hand, Shawn managed to give her a smile. A weak, closed lipped smile, considering the events from not long ago, but a smile nonetheless. He had blown the whistle moments after Jacob died. At that time he really needed her, somebody to be there to comfort him during his time of loss and she was there for him. What he hadn't expected was the kiss.
When she kissed him, it was something of a surprise for the young hippie, but at that particular moment and as brief as it was - it just felt like something Shawn really needed.
So many people from school he cared about had been taken away from him during the course of the game. Mae was one of the few he had left. The growing bond between them the more time they spent with each other, kept Shawn strong. He couldn't afford to lose her as well.
"You okay?" he asked her. "You've had breakfast yet?"
He sat down next to her, checking the new bags amongst them from the chaos. He emptied Jake and Bobby's bags, taking the important stuff, and stuffing it into one bag. Something in Jake's bag caught Shawn's eye.
"A grenade." Shawn said as he held it up while looking at Mae. "I think you should keep this."
Shawn Morrison collected his stuff, and continued to organize their supplies and weapons, when suddenly Shawn had the feeling that something was missing. He still couldn't figure it out as he divided the weapons the gold team had collected.
Mae had Ben's Colt Single Action Army, her Katana and a Grenade.
Shawn had Alicia's Remington 870, Jake's Sig Sauer P226, along with the frying pan, and his old friend Brian Eno stored away in his own bag... BAG!
His eyes widened for a second, a second later Shawn's palm went to his face. He had left the bag inside the ski resort lodge when they went out to bury Peter. He had forgotten about it, when the bloody ghost showed up! It had Zach's supplies and the huge Nodachi sword with it along with the metal collar Mae had taken from some girl's neck inside. He'd have to ask her about that when they got there. It might've been important.
"Oh crap. Mae, I think I left Zach's bag at the Ski Resort. We need to go back for it."
[[GLD4: Shawn Morrison Continued To: Siberian Breaks.]]
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(ooc: Following suit as well! Don't want to hold up the other thread!)
Mae was a little uncomfortable at the idea of holding onto a grenade, but maybe it could come in handy. She gripped it tightly, watching the pin, what if it fell off and exploded by accident? What a silly way that would be to die, how careless.
She slung her katana over her back, and gripped the Colt Single Action Army close to her, sipping the grenade carefully into her pack. All of these weapons between them made her feel both safe and uncomfortable, they had gone so far together to get them, and now here they were, a two person army. Team Gold.
And now she sat next to Shawn, attempting to eat something for breakfast. It was all so weirdly normal now.
"Oh crap. Mae, I think I left Zach's bag at the Ski Resort. We need to go back for it."
She looked up at him as he said it, and her heart dropped. He was right, they did have to go back and get it. Mae had done some horrible things to get that collar, and she wasn't about to give it up now. She still had to explain to him just what had happened, how she had gone about getting it.
"Well, we better get a move on then!"
Without a second thought of the horror that occurred in the cruise ship, Mae followed Shawn to their second destination.
((Mae St. Clair Continued To: Siberian Breaks.))
Mae was a little uncomfortable at the idea of holding onto a grenade, but maybe it could come in handy. She gripped it tightly, watching the pin, what if it fell off and exploded by accident? What a silly way that would be to die, how careless.
She slung her katana over her back, and gripped the Colt Single Action Army close to her, sipping the grenade carefully into her pack. All of these weapons between them made her feel both safe and uncomfortable, they had gone so far together to get them, and now here they were, a two person army. Team Gold.
And now she sat next to Shawn, attempting to eat something for breakfast. It was all so weirdly normal now.
"Oh crap. Mae, I think I left Zach's bag at the Ski Resort. We need to go back for it."
She looked up at him as he said it, and her heart dropped. He was right, they did have to go back and get it. Mae had done some horrible things to get that collar, and she wasn't about to give it up now. She still had to explain to him just what had happened, how she had gone about getting it.
"Well, we better get a move on then!"
Without a second thought of the horror that occurred in the cruise ship, Mae followed Shawn to their second destination.
((Mae St. Clair Continued To: Siberian Breaks.))
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