Re: Lost
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2018 7:46 am
Even as Kristin's dark eyes stared down at Serenity Halos, she felt conflicted. Kill or be killed. That was the name of the game. That was how you were supposed to play. You either killed them or someone else killed you. It had taken her almost a full twenty-four hours to come to terms with that simple fact, and even though she thought she knew what she had to do, standing here with Serenity, in front of a group of people, she felt her resolve waivering and fading away.
Maybe it just wasn't in her.
It was such a strange thought for someone so resilient and ambitious to belive that they weren't capable of doing something. Kristin had always been a confident person. She had always believed in herself, and although she knew her limits, she always tried to exceed them. But killing people? That was way outside of her limits, and no matter how she tried to justify the actions in her mind, she always came to the same conclusion. It simply wasn't right.
The least she could do was help Terrie and Ianto bandage up all the innocent and injured students lying helplessly throughout the area. They might all be enemies according to Danya, but Kristin wasn't completely inhuman. If all these people died tomorrow, at least she'd know that she did something to help them, even if it only prolonged their life a little longer. Kristin Washington was the kind of person who had always put herself first throughout life. Everyone else had been an afterthought.
Now, in this situation, she wanted to follow Terrie and Ianto's example and help others before thinking about herself.
It seemed to be the only way to keep her sanity in tact.
She was truly starting to believe that. She'd only been in the area for a matter of moments, but as she stood there, offering Serenity a strained smile, she felt almost as if she was regaining control of her degressing mind. All the hours of wandering across the island alone had lead to drastic paranoia, and Kristin had almost convinced herself to play the game. A few more hours, and she might have completely lost her mind. At least now, she was with people. People, who she thought all throughout high school that she didn't need. They were the objects that were suddenly providing her with some sense of sanity.
"It's okay," she whispered quietly to Serenity, "Don't worry, we'll take care of that wound. I know it hurts now, but we'll make the pain go away, alright?"
Even as she spoke the words, they sounded so very foreign coming from her lips. Kristin had always been tough on herself and pushed herself to the limits. She couldn't help but think that were it her, she wouldn't be in hysterics over a bullet wound. She was sure it probably hurt, but Kristin herself had dealt with fractures, sprains and breaks throughout the entirety of her life. Then again, this girl was a cheerleader. She'd seen her running around campus in her uniform. She'd probably never dealt with anything besides maybe a light bruise.
"You've gotta stop crying," Kristin muttered to Serenity.
Stop being such a baby... it can't possibly hurt that ba--
Kristin's thoughts were interrupted as the first of the bullets from Viktor Kurchatov's gun tore through her shoulder. The piercing, burning sensation overtook her whole body and in an instant, her entire shoulder felt like it was on fire. Kristin's anguished scream tore through the area when the bullet connected, but it wouldn't last for long. The second bullet pegged her higher up, almost in the neck. The final connected with her skull, tearing through and pushing its way out the front of her head.
A brilliant spew of blood, bone, and brain matter littered the ground below as Kristin's lifeless body swayed before falling toward Serenity, the pained expression on her eyes and the anguished screams that had been erupting from her mouth still painted across what was left of her features. From the moment she'd woken up on the island, Kristin had tried to comprehend Danya's rules for the game. Kill or be killed. In an instant such as this, when she'd chosen to go against the rules, the repercussions were quite clear.
She had been killed.
FEMALE STUDENT NO. 10 - KRISTIN WASHINGTON - DECEASED
Maybe it just wasn't in her.
It was such a strange thought for someone so resilient and ambitious to belive that they weren't capable of doing something. Kristin had always been a confident person. She had always believed in herself, and although she knew her limits, she always tried to exceed them. But killing people? That was way outside of her limits, and no matter how she tried to justify the actions in her mind, she always came to the same conclusion. It simply wasn't right.
The least she could do was help Terrie and Ianto bandage up all the innocent and injured students lying helplessly throughout the area. They might all be enemies according to Danya, but Kristin wasn't completely inhuman. If all these people died tomorrow, at least she'd know that she did something to help them, even if it only prolonged their life a little longer. Kristin Washington was the kind of person who had always put herself first throughout life. Everyone else had been an afterthought.
Now, in this situation, she wanted to follow Terrie and Ianto's example and help others before thinking about herself.
It seemed to be the only way to keep her sanity in tact.
She was truly starting to believe that. She'd only been in the area for a matter of moments, but as she stood there, offering Serenity a strained smile, she felt almost as if she was regaining control of her degressing mind. All the hours of wandering across the island alone had lead to drastic paranoia, and Kristin had almost convinced herself to play the game. A few more hours, and she might have completely lost her mind. At least now, she was with people. People, who she thought all throughout high school that she didn't need. They were the objects that were suddenly providing her with some sense of sanity.
"It's okay," she whispered quietly to Serenity, "Don't worry, we'll take care of that wound. I know it hurts now, but we'll make the pain go away, alright?"
Even as she spoke the words, they sounded so very foreign coming from her lips. Kristin had always been tough on herself and pushed herself to the limits. She couldn't help but think that were it her, she wouldn't be in hysterics over a bullet wound. She was sure it probably hurt, but Kristin herself had dealt with fractures, sprains and breaks throughout the entirety of her life. Then again, this girl was a cheerleader. She'd seen her running around campus in her uniform. She'd probably never dealt with anything besides maybe a light bruise.
"You've gotta stop crying," Kristin muttered to Serenity.
Stop being such a baby... it can't possibly hurt that ba--
Kristin's thoughts were interrupted as the first of the bullets from Viktor Kurchatov's gun tore through her shoulder. The piercing, burning sensation overtook her whole body and in an instant, her entire shoulder felt like it was on fire. Kristin's anguished scream tore through the area when the bullet connected, but it wouldn't last for long. The second bullet pegged her higher up, almost in the neck. The final connected with her skull, tearing through and pushing its way out the front of her head.
A brilliant spew of blood, bone, and brain matter littered the ground below as Kristin's lifeless body swayed before falling toward Serenity, the pained expression on her eyes and the anguished screams that had been erupting from her mouth still painted across what was left of her features. From the moment she'd woken up on the island, Kristin had tried to comprehend Danya's rules for the game. Kill or be killed. In an instant such as this, when she'd chosen to go against the rules, the repercussions were quite clear.
She had been killed.
FEMALE STUDENT NO. 10 - KRISTIN WASHINGTON - DECEASED