Sara woke up to the sounds of the announcements. More news about more people killing, dying. She was barely listening, not making out words. She didn't want to listen, she was tired of it, tired of hearing about all the bloodshed.
She took out one of her last water bottle and drank the last of it before putting it away. She needed to get more water, probably today. Sighing, she turned around to see Ruby and Sean behind her. She smiled, as long as she had someone else to suffer with, someone she considered to be a friend, suffering wasn't as hard. But the smile went away when she saw Ruby pull a gun out on Sean. Her eyes widened and her whole body petrified. She needed to do something. She needed to do something, anything, to keep this from turning into more bloodshed. But she couldn't move, only being able to focus on one thing, the end of the barrel of Ruby's gun.
Then, Sean lunged. The scene in front of her moved slowly, almost like a dream. A fight. Then Ami came in. She looked angry. She screamed out something, something that Sara didn't hear, and then, with a sickening thwack she whacked Sean away from Ruby, and he fell to the ground a foot or two away.
Finally, she found the ability to move again. As quick as she could muster she got to her feet and put herself between the two girls and Sean, arms outstretched, facing them. "There's no need for this!" She yelled. "There's no need for more violence! There's been enough already!" She started crying, sniffling. "N-Nobody... n-needs... to get hurt..."
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Ami wasn't done. She was only getting started.
Just as Sean was finally landing on the floor, she was over him. If she were being smart she would have tried to kick his katar away. Instead she kicked him. Hard.
"You son of a bitch," she spat. "Did you think you can hide this from me? Huh?! How stupid do you think I am?!"
She stated at Sean, his face that of Miranda Millers, carving into a girl like a loaf of bread. Thinking about it made her even more mad. But this time she stopped Miranda. She didn't get to kill someone this time.
Ami was about to ask him if he took his knife from Aria, if he had anything to do with the dead bodies outside, if he planned to kill them when they had their backs turned.
She wanted to tell him he was going to hell for what he did to that poor boy.
But then Sara stepped forward and threw out her hands. A normal person would have listened. In hindsight, it would have been obvious to see the tears in her eyes, the pleading look in her eyes. Her intent was pure. She meant no harm.
But Ami heard none of it. All she could hear was a deep, guttural buzzing in the back of her head that was driving her mad. So when she saw Sara stepping, from almost out of nowhere, her mind screamed at her and she reacted immediately.
Before Sara could even finish, before there could be any doubt, Ami struck first.
The crack of metal as the barrel of the gun hit Sara echoed throughout the hull of the ship.
Just as Sean was finally landing on the floor, she was over him. If she were being smart she would have tried to kick his katar away. Instead she kicked him. Hard.
"You son of a bitch," she spat. "Did you think you can hide this from me? Huh?! How stupid do you think I am?!"
She stated at Sean, his face that of Miranda Millers, carving into a girl like a loaf of bread. Thinking about it made her even more mad. But this time she stopped Miranda. She didn't get to kill someone this time.
Ami was about to ask him if he took his knife from Aria, if he had anything to do with the dead bodies outside, if he planned to kill them when they had their backs turned.
She wanted to tell him he was going to hell for what he did to that poor boy.
But then Sara stepped forward and threw out her hands. A normal person would have listened. In hindsight, it would have been obvious to see the tears in her eyes, the pleading look in her eyes. Her intent was pure. She meant no harm.
But Ami heard none of it. All she could hear was a deep, guttural buzzing in the back of her head that was driving her mad. So when she saw Sara stepping, from almost out of nowhere, her mind screamed at her and she reacted immediately.
Before Sara could even finish, before there could be any doubt, Ami struck first.
The crack of metal as the barrel of the gun hit Sara echoed throughout the hull of the ship.
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Sara wasn't expecting the impact that came. The barrel of Ami's gun hit her in the face, and with a sickening crack, it broke Sara's jaw and brought her to the ground.
She tried to get up, but she couldn't, the pain in her jaw was too intense. All she could focus on was the pain.
Then, another blow came. This time to her rib cage. She felt an intense burning sensation in her chest, and she started having trouble breathing.
Then, another blow. And another. And another.
All Sara could feel was the pain of hit after hit. Her chest burned, her jaw ached. She looked up at her assailant, unable to make out details through the tears in her eyes. She knew it was too late, that she was going to die, but she needed to try to do something, to say something. She didn't want to die, above all else, in this moment, she simply did not want to die. She tried to speak, to gurgle out the word "please" but all that came was a faint, unintelligible sound.
Another blow. She tasted a metallic tang in her mouth.
Another blow, she couldn't feel her lower body.
A pause, had it stopped? Had the attack ended?
Then, one last final blow came, this time to her head.
And from that point on Sara Corlett did not feel anything ever again.
G030: Sara Corlett: DECEASED
She tried to get up, but she couldn't, the pain in her jaw was too intense. All she could focus on was the pain.
Then, another blow came. This time to her rib cage. She felt an intense burning sensation in her chest, and she started having trouble breathing.
Then, another blow. And another. And another.
All Sara could feel was the pain of hit after hit. Her chest burned, her jaw ached. She looked up at her assailant, unable to make out details through the tears in her eyes. She knew it was too late, that she was going to die, but she needed to try to do something, to say something. She didn't want to die, above all else, in this moment, she simply did not want to die. She tried to speak, to gurgle out the word "please" but all that came was a faint, unintelligible sound.
Another blow. She tasted a metallic tang in her mouth.
Another blow, she couldn't feel her lower body.
A pause, had it stopped? Had the attack ended?
Then, one last final blow came, this time to her head.
And from that point on Sara Corlett did not feel anything ever again.
G030: Sara Corlett: DECEASED
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"No... h-hey, wait..."
Wham.
WHAM.
WHAM.
"P-Parley, parley! STOP! STOOOOOP!"
Sean forced himself back to his feet, the bloodstained katar falling from his hand to the floor in a loud clang that marked a following silence. His weak, tingling feet found their way to Sara, but the overwhelming nausea washing over him blurred his vision. Ami was still standing over her, her club of a weapon caked in blood and bits that may have been... something... something belonging to Sara.
The shaken boy practically tripped over himself in his shoving of Ami, falling to the floor in the same motion to come face to broken face with his former crew mate. In just a few short moments, he had lost another one. For what had the crew been decimated? Nothing had sunk in, nothing had time to, other than Sean's urge to...
He didn't even know. The pain in his stomach and the heat in his head told him something, but he had no clue what it could be. Whether he wanted to puke or scream or cry or kill were all scrambled, and he couldn't bring his eyes to look on another intact face. Only Sara, and her acts of feeling, seeing, doing nothing.
"No... nooooo no no no..." Sean softly muttered, scrambling to his feet. "NO NO NO NO..." He pushed by whatever and whoever he had to, paying no mind to what it was, in order to get upstairs. To get above deck. The more he moved and the closer he got to feeling the sun's rays directly on his skin, the more something was taking over. Panting in fear gave way to a revelation.
He was now a lone captain, a pirate crew of one. The crew was dead, the pirate escapades over. Nothing left to do now but keelhaul a couple people.
As his feet hit the deck of the freighter, his hands found the gun in his pocket.
"C-come..."
Come up and...
Wham.
WHAM.
WHAM.
"P-Parley, parley! STOP! STOOOOOP!"
Sean forced himself back to his feet, the bloodstained katar falling from his hand to the floor in a loud clang that marked a following silence. His weak, tingling feet found their way to Sara, but the overwhelming nausea washing over him blurred his vision. Ami was still standing over her, her club of a weapon caked in blood and bits that may have been... something... something belonging to Sara.
The shaken boy practically tripped over himself in his shoving of Ami, falling to the floor in the same motion to come face to broken face with his former crew mate. In just a few short moments, he had lost another one. For what had the crew been decimated? Nothing had sunk in, nothing had time to, other than Sean's urge to...
He didn't even know. The pain in his stomach and the heat in his head told him something, but he had no clue what it could be. Whether he wanted to puke or scream or cry or kill were all scrambled, and he couldn't bring his eyes to look on another intact face. Only Sara, and her acts of feeling, seeing, doing nothing.
"No... nooooo no no no..." Sean softly muttered, scrambling to his feet. "NO NO NO NO..." He pushed by whatever and whoever he had to, paying no mind to what it was, in order to get upstairs. To get above deck. The more he moved and the closer he got to feeling the sun's rays directly on his skin, the more something was taking over. Panting in fear gave way to a revelation.
He was now a lone captain, a pirate crew of one. The crew was dead, the pirate escapades over. Nothing left to do now but keelhaul a couple people.
As his feet hit the deck of the freighter, his hands found the gun in his pocket.
"C-come..."
Come up and...
...
In hindsight she should have stopped after Sean started screaming parley. In hindsight she should have stopped when Sara begged. In hindsight Ami could have stopped at any moment, shown self restraint, and avoided making the biggest mistake in her entire life.
In hindsight, everything was wrong.
Ami's second biggest mistake was how she dealt with middle school. It all started innocently enough. Ami skipped the fifth grade completely and jumped straight into middle school. She had been so excited in the beginning. All of her friends wouldn't be there with her. But as silly as it sounded, it all made her feel like a grown up.
Almost immediately a group of girls began to pick on her. They would make fun of her in that hoity-toity, passive aggressive way where they would hide it all under a veil of mere innocence. The sort people could tell was fake right away, the kind teachers would brush off if they saw it happen in their classrooms.
That was where she got her name. Graveyard Amy. Because her name was Ami and she lived on a graveyard. The biggest blow was that they kept using Amy instead of Ami. It bothered her and they knew that. That's why they kept doing it.
All of the little grievances would sound petty if she said it out loud. Not something someone should get upset over, certainly. But it all ate away at her, and all of her optimism began to leave her. And the worst part? No one knew. Not the teachers, not her few friends at the school, not even her parents. Because she told no one.
In hindsight, she should have went to talk to a teacher. Told someone. Gotten them to back off. She should have just done something, anything.
But that was in hindsight. That wasn't how it really happened.
What really happened, the mistake she made then, was that she didn't do anything. She let it happen. For two, three years of middle school, Ami tried her best to avoid causing trouble. She stopped talking to people she didn't already know. She buried herself in the girl's bathroom and ate her lunch there. When things were getting rough, she would hide in the nurse's office. And she refused to talk about it. To anyone.
She graduated from her middle school with few friends and an inferiority complex the size of the Great Wall. And it was all her fault.
In hindsight, there was a distinct difference between dealing with school room bullies and pounding someone into the floor.
In hindsight, you can speculate on every little variable to every little situation and pretend to know how it would affect things. Funny jokes you you could have made that you came up with hours after the party. Things when your friends were feeling down. Better places to hide your cigarettes so your parents won't find time. Last words to your father that do not start with "I", continue with "Hate" and end with "You".
Hindsight means shit though all because you could gloss over every little mistake you have ever made and it would not change a thing. If hindsight had any power, Ami Flynn would have done many things differently, not just on the island. That wasn't how things worked though.
They say hindsight is 20/20. You can't change what's already happened. You can only learn from past mistakes. But Ami Flynn learned nothing from what she did to Sara. There was no life lesson in bashing a defenseless girl's head in, hitting her with her rifle,
throwing all her weight into the killer, the attacker
who killed Aria, not caring where she hit so long as she hit
and only stopping when her arms were burning from the exhaustion
and with the last blow to the head she heard a disgusting crackand realized
that last hit caved in part of Sara's face
like breaking the shell of an egg
and from the barest of light
coming from the stairs leading to the deck
and with nothing to block her
she could see
brains
inside.
That was when she finally stopped. Not just hitting Sara. Everything.
There were no revelations. Her body moved so quickly she couldn't hear her head. Rationality, logic, common sense, all out the window.
There were no apologies, no guilt. Everything was surreal.
She could see everything about Sara, her eyes full of situational holisticism. The slant in the jaw that she broke with the first blow. The broken frames of the glasses, little shards speckling around the face. The one good eye was looking away from the nose, crossed, dull, pupils dilated. But there were no connections to be made, Ami just noticed them like one notices the color of the tiles on one's floor.
Ami didn't mutter a prayer. She didn't say anything at all. She just stood there.
Not even when Sean pushed her did she respond. The hard shove made Ami stumble a few steps back, head tucked downward. She dropped her gore-coated gun at the shove, letting it clatter to the floor and making a stained mark on the floor. Ami would have made a move to pick it back up, but when she turned to look at the floor, she noticed her clothes. Vaguely noting the splatter of blood across her cardigan for what it was, sprinkled across the white sleeves underneath. Her hands were clean but everything else was filthy.
When Sean turned and ran, she did nothing. She barely noticed him leaving. She barely noticed anything, other than Sara. And even then it was a tenuous grasp at best. Ami stopped staring at the corpse and began staring through it. Eventually her eyes began to gloss over. She stopped moving altogether, except only to breathe.
That. Was when she began to realize her mistake. And even then she felt numb, like an out-of-body experience, everything was happening and she had no part in it, living in a dream or someone else's memory.
Eventually she would come to learn that she did gain something from killing Sara; a weight she could not possibly hope to burden her shoulders with. But, at that moment, nothing occurred to her. She just was.
In hindsight she should have stopped after Sean started screaming parley. In hindsight she should have stopped when Sara begged. In hindsight Ami could have stopped at any moment, shown self restraint, and avoided making the biggest mistake in her entire life.
In hindsight, everything was wrong.
Ami's second biggest mistake was how she dealt with middle school. It all started innocently enough. Ami skipped the fifth grade completely and jumped straight into middle school. She had been so excited in the beginning. All of her friends wouldn't be there with her. But as silly as it sounded, it all made her feel like a grown up.
Almost immediately a group of girls began to pick on her. They would make fun of her in that hoity-toity, passive aggressive way where they would hide it all under a veil of mere innocence. The sort people could tell was fake right away, the kind teachers would brush off if they saw it happen in their classrooms.
That was where she got her name. Graveyard Amy. Because her name was Ami and she lived on a graveyard. The biggest blow was that they kept using Amy instead of Ami. It bothered her and they knew that. That's why they kept doing it.
All of the little grievances would sound petty if she said it out loud. Not something someone should get upset over, certainly. But it all ate away at her, and all of her optimism began to leave her. And the worst part? No one knew. Not the teachers, not her few friends at the school, not even her parents. Because she told no one.
In hindsight, she should have went to talk to a teacher. Told someone. Gotten them to back off. She should have just done something, anything.
But that was in hindsight. That wasn't how it really happened.
What really happened, the mistake she made then, was that she didn't do anything. She let it happen. For two, three years of middle school, Ami tried her best to avoid causing trouble. She stopped talking to people she didn't already know. She buried herself in the girl's bathroom and ate her lunch there. When things were getting rough, she would hide in the nurse's office. And she refused to talk about it. To anyone.
She graduated from her middle school with few friends and an inferiority complex the size of the Great Wall. And it was all her fault.
In hindsight, there was a distinct difference between dealing with school room bullies and pounding someone into the floor.
In hindsight, you can speculate on every little variable to every little situation and pretend to know how it would affect things. Funny jokes you you could have made that you came up with hours after the party. Things when your friends were feeling down. Better places to hide your cigarettes so your parents won't find time. Last words to your father that do not start with "I", continue with "Hate" and end with "You".
Hindsight means shit though all because you could gloss over every little mistake you have ever made and it would not change a thing. If hindsight had any power, Ami Flynn would have done many things differently, not just on the island. That wasn't how things worked though.
They say hindsight is 20/20. You can't change what's already happened. You can only learn from past mistakes. But Ami Flynn learned nothing from what she did to Sara. There was no life lesson in bashing a defenseless girl's head in, hitting her with her rifle,
throwing all her weight into the killer, the attacker
who killed Aria, not caring where she hit so long as she hit
and only stopping when her arms were burning from the exhaustion
and with the last blow to the head she heard a disgusting crackand realized
that last hit caved in part of Sara's face
like breaking the shell of an egg
and from the barest of light
coming from the stairs leading to the deck
and with nothing to block her
she could see
brains
inside.
That was when she finally stopped. Not just hitting Sara. Everything.
There were no revelations. Her body moved so quickly she couldn't hear her head. Rationality, logic, common sense, all out the window.
There were no apologies, no guilt. Everything was surreal.
She could see everything about Sara, her eyes full of situational holisticism. The slant in the jaw that she broke with the first blow. The broken frames of the glasses, little shards speckling around the face. The one good eye was looking away from the nose, crossed, dull, pupils dilated. But there were no connections to be made, Ami just noticed them like one notices the color of the tiles on one's floor.
Ami didn't mutter a prayer. She didn't say anything at all. She just stood there.
Not even when Sean pushed her did she respond. The hard shove made Ami stumble a few steps back, head tucked downward. She dropped her gore-coated gun at the shove, letting it clatter to the floor and making a stained mark on the floor. Ami would have made a move to pick it back up, but when she turned to look at the floor, she noticed her clothes. Vaguely noting the splatter of blood across her cardigan for what it was, sprinkled across the white sleeves underneath. Her hands were clean but everything else was filthy.
When Sean turned and ran, she did nothing. She barely noticed him leaving. She barely noticed anything, other than Sara. And even then it was a tenuous grasp at best. Ami stopped staring at the corpse and began staring through it. Eventually her eyes began to gloss over. She stopped moving altogether, except only to breathe.
That. Was when she began to realize her mistake. And even then she felt numb, like an out-of-body experience, everything was happening and she had no part in it, living in a dream or someone else's memory.
Eventually she would come to learn that she did gain something from killing Sara; a weight she could not possibly hope to burden her shoulders with. But, at that moment, nothing occurred to her. She just was.
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Gray looked over at Cassandra as she threw up but he was distracted by the speakers coming to life at the same moment. They never brought good news either. Gray took another drink from his water and listened. Like always it was Danya listing off the names of his classmates and their killers with the same enthusiasm as someone reading a shopping list. Gray always heard the names but he never tried to dwell on them for too long. It seemed disrespectful but he knew he had to try and just absorb the information. People were going to die every day no matter what he did.
This time though there were two names that made him take notice. The first of those names was Sean. Sean had killed Aria, the way Danya talked about it made it sound like they had been working together and something had gone down involving either Aria trying something or wanting out. As a result Sean had stabbed him. Gray didn't know enough about what had happened to judge but the fact that Sean had actually killed someone hurt.
The second name was Steven's; he had been gunned down by Katarina. Gray took another drink at that. He hadn't known Steven very well but he had seemed like a good guy. It didn't matter anymore though; it didn't matter what anyone thought of Steven since now he was just another body on the island, like the four assembled in front of Gray.
There was also the usual list of danger zones, but there was no mention of any beaches so they'd be fine where they were. So Gray put the water bottle away in his bag and turned back around to Cassandra and Corey. Cassandra was puking her guts out. Gray couldn't blame her, the scene laid out before them was a horrible one. But he didn't know what to say to try and help.
It looked like Corey was trying to comfort her, so Gray moved over to them and took an unopened bottle of water out of his bag as he did so. He tapped Corey on the shoulder and held it out.
"Give her this after."
This time though there were two names that made him take notice. The first of those names was Sean. Sean had killed Aria, the way Danya talked about it made it sound like they had been working together and something had gone down involving either Aria trying something or wanting out. As a result Sean had stabbed him. Gray didn't know enough about what had happened to judge but the fact that Sean had actually killed someone hurt.
The second name was Steven's; he had been gunned down by Katarina. Gray took another drink at that. He hadn't known Steven very well but he had seemed like a good guy. It didn't matter anymore though; it didn't matter what anyone thought of Steven since now he was just another body on the island, like the four assembled in front of Gray.
There was also the usual list of danger zones, but there was no mention of any beaches so they'd be fine where they were. So Gray put the water bottle away in his bag and turned back around to Cassandra and Corey. Cassandra was puking her guts out. Gray couldn't blame her, the scene laid out before them was a horrible one. But he didn't know what to say to try and help.
It looked like Corey was trying to comfort her, so Gray moved over to them and took an unopened bottle of water out of his bag as he did so. He tapped Corey on the shoulder and held it out.
"Give her this after."
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Eventually, all the contents of Cassandra's stomach lay on the beach in front of her. She still dry-heaved for a bit after that, but she was eventually able to get herself to stop. She slowed her breathing. She calmed herself down.
Cassandra looked again at the bodies on the beach. The image imprinted strongly in her mind, and she was afraid. She did not want to end up like that, a lifeless corpse never to be seen again. She did not want to end up like her mother.
But, at the same time, Cassandra knew it was hopeless. She couldn't bring herself to kill; she did not have it in her. Even if she did, could she reasonably expect to beat out people who were stronger than her? It would talk a miracle and then some for her to get off the island.
She was not sure how to begin accepting her death.
Cassandra looked again at the bodies on the beach. The image imprinted strongly in her mind, and she was afraid. She did not want to end up like that, a lifeless corpse never to be seen again. She did not want to end up like her mother.
But, at the same time, Cassandra knew it was hopeless. She couldn't bring herself to kill; she did not have it in her. Even if she did, could she reasonably expect to beat out people who were stronger than her? It would talk a miracle and then some for her to get off the island.
She was not sure how to begin accepting her death.
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Corey wordlessly took the bottle from Gray's hands and continued to stare down at the scene. There was a sense of... nothingness. He found himself in an emotional rut, unable to really will himself to do anything. It had happened before, back at home, but never to this extent.
His mind went to his parents, and he wondered what they were doing now. Hopefully... hopefully, they were fine.
He doubted it.
Eventually, Cassandra stopped her vomiting and eventually calmed down.
"Hey," he said, holding the bottle out, "take this."
His mind went to his parents, and he wondered what they were doing now. Hopefully... hopefully, they were fine.
He doubted it.
Eventually, Cassandra stopped her vomiting and eventually calmed down.
"Hey," he said, holding the bottle out, "take this."
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"Thanks," Cassandra responded. She took the water and took a large drink. She got most of the acidic taste out of her mouth.
She looked down at the corpses, and the sight was too much for her to handle. She had to get out of there. She felt a bit bad about leaving Corey and Gray behind, but they would probably be better off without her than she was without them.
Everyone one of those corpses was her mother.
"Uh, guys, I'm sorry. I can't stay around here. The bodies, they're..." Cassandra paused for a second.
"They bring back some memories. Ones I'd rather not relive."
Cassandra ran as quickly as her legs could take her.
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She looked down at the corpses, and the sight was too much for her to handle. She had to get out of there. She felt a bit bad about leaving Corey and Gray behind, but they would probably be better off without her than she was without them.
Everyone one of those corpses was her mother.
"Uh, guys, I'm sorry. I can't stay around here. The bodies, they're..." Cassandra paused for a second.
"They bring back some memories. Ones I'd rather not relive."
Cassandra ran as quickly as her legs could take her.
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(Skipping just to get things moving.)
Ruby left. Ami could not recall when it happened, just that when she went to say something, she was alone. Maybe Ruby spared some words but if she did Ami had a hard time remembering what she might have said.
How long has she been standing there? Ages, probably. She had no clue. Long enough to make her clenched fist fall asleep.
Much later, she would wonder how stupid she had to have been, standing in the same spot for god knows how long. So careless, so naive. A true idiot.
At the time she remembered, vaguely, that Sean ran away from her. The details were muffled but she knew that much. Ami turned her gaze down the hallway leading to the stairs. The deck. Probably still up there. She would have noticed him otherwise. At least, she hoped she would have.
Bet he wouldn't have cried for Ruby.
Ami finally started walking, an inch at a time. She tugged at the hem of her skirt as she bent down to pick the gun back up, noticing again the mess she made.
The flies buzzed all around. They were loud and persistent.
Ami wasn't sure if her gun was of any use. In the fog surrounding her mind, determining what had happened would be impossible. Still, she picked it up anyway, holding it in one arm. It dangled from her side like a lame limb, as heavy as a pile of cinderblocks.
While there had been blood splatter, it wasn't leaking onto the floor. Perhaps if she turned the body over it would all come out, splashing the floor in a heavy pool.
She picked up the dufflebag, having fallen off her shoulder. She picked up the girl's bag, or what she assumed to be her bag. But she stopped, considered, then placed it back down.
The smell in the room was awful but familiar. It always made her gag, back home.
Ami turned her body to look down at the corpse. Time passed, felt like a minute, could have been a hour. Again she studied the indentations, again she recalled every little blow she gave Sara Corlett.
...
Her cardigan was dirty. So, so dirty. It had been her favorite. She brought it along with her to Disney Land. It would stain, she realized. She felt something then but there were no tears. Not that she could probably conjure any anyway.
Ami shrugged her dufflebag off her shoulders. She unbuttoned the gore-stained cardigan, peeling it off like a wet, festering scab.
With both hands she took it.
And laid it over Sara's head, covering the niche in her skull.
Her oxford shirt underneath the cardigan was stained too but it wasn't very noticeable, a faded stain of kool-aid by comparison. She could live with it.
Then she picked up the bag back up and walked out.
Ami Flynn. Blood-covered, smeared. Shambled out of the jagged gap in the ship's hull, immediately stumbling at the foot drop from the edge of the hole and the beach that coasted downwards like a mountain. She immediately lost her balance.
She landed right on the Stinger, metal box slamming into her ribs.
She must have blacked out. How long she did not know. Time was numbed, almost nonexistent. All she knew was that she did not get up right away. Ami groaned as she finally rose, feeling around her lower chest, hoping she didn't break anything. Ami was lucky in those regards, but it still hurt like a bitch.
So many answers to questions Ami wished went unsolved. No time to worry about that. Only one thought resounded in her head, covering every other process.
Move on.
And with sand sticking to her shirt, her gun draped in both arms, that was what Ami Flynn did.
(Ami Flynn continued in Prayer for the Someone Who Is Somewhere Dying.)
Ruby left. Ami could not recall when it happened, just that when she went to say something, she was alone. Maybe Ruby spared some words but if she did Ami had a hard time remembering what she might have said.
How long has she been standing there? Ages, probably. She had no clue. Long enough to make her clenched fist fall asleep.
Much later, she would wonder how stupid she had to have been, standing in the same spot for god knows how long. So careless, so naive. A true idiot.
At the time she remembered, vaguely, that Sean ran away from her. The details were muffled but she knew that much. Ami turned her gaze down the hallway leading to the stairs. The deck. Probably still up there. She would have noticed him otherwise. At least, she hoped she would have.
Bet he wouldn't have cried for Ruby.
Ami finally started walking, an inch at a time. She tugged at the hem of her skirt as she bent down to pick the gun back up, noticing again the mess she made.
The flies buzzed all around. They were loud and persistent.
Ami wasn't sure if her gun was of any use. In the fog surrounding her mind, determining what had happened would be impossible. Still, she picked it up anyway, holding it in one arm. It dangled from her side like a lame limb, as heavy as a pile of cinderblocks.
While there had been blood splatter, it wasn't leaking onto the floor. Perhaps if she turned the body over it would all come out, splashing the floor in a heavy pool.
She picked up the dufflebag, having fallen off her shoulder. She picked up the girl's bag, or what she assumed to be her bag. But she stopped, considered, then placed it back down.
The smell in the room was awful but familiar. It always made her gag, back home.
Ami turned her body to look down at the corpse. Time passed, felt like a minute, could have been a hour. Again she studied the indentations, again she recalled every little blow she gave Sara Corlett.
...
Her cardigan was dirty. So, so dirty. It had been her favorite. She brought it along with her to Disney Land. It would stain, she realized. She felt something then but there were no tears. Not that she could probably conjure any anyway.
Ami shrugged her dufflebag off her shoulders. She unbuttoned the gore-stained cardigan, peeling it off like a wet, festering scab.
With both hands she took it.
And laid it over Sara's head, covering the niche in her skull.
Her oxford shirt underneath the cardigan was stained too but it wasn't very noticeable, a faded stain of kool-aid by comparison. She could live with it.
Then she picked up the bag back up and walked out.
Ami Flynn. Blood-covered, smeared. Shambled out of the jagged gap in the ship's hull, immediately stumbling at the foot drop from the edge of the hole and the beach that coasted downwards like a mountain. She immediately lost her balance.
She landed right on the Stinger, metal box slamming into her ribs.
She must have blacked out. How long she did not know. Time was numbed, almost nonexistent. All she knew was that she did not get up right away. Ami groaned as she finally rose, feeling around her lower chest, hoping she didn't break anything. Ami was lucky in those regards, but it still hurt like a bitch.
So many answers to questions Ami wished went unsolved. No time to worry about that. Only one thought resounded in her head, covering every other process.
Move on.
And with sand sticking to her shirt, her gun draped in both arms, that was what Ami Flynn did.
(Ami Flynn continued in Prayer for the Someone Who Is Somewhere Dying.)
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Ruby could not believe the events that had just transpired right in front of her.
She was ready and willing to shoot Sean dead the moment he tried anything. No way in hell was she letting a confirmed killer go anyway near him. All she had to do was pull the trigger and BAM, problem solved. Easy as that.
But no. No, things had to get complicated when Ami moved into view, standing right behind Sean in the hallway. No matter how prepared she was to gun down Sean, she couldn't bring herself to risk hurting her only friend on this island. Not after what happened to Brian. So naturally, she hesitated. Only for a brief second, but that was more than enough to give Sean the opening he needed to make his move.
But before Ruby could react, Ami sprung into action and knocked Sean off his feet, only to then get assaulted by Sara of all people. In all the chaos, Ruby had fallen over onto her back in a desperate attempt to dodge out of the way of Sean's blade, with the rest of what happened appearing as a vague blurr in her memory.
She wasn't entirely sure how it happened, or whether or not it was an accident, but the next time she looked up at Ami she was beating Sara's head into a pulp.
For ages Ruby lay there against the wall, her mouth agape as she tried to make sense of the scene in front of her. What the hell just happened? Five minutes ago they were all hanging out in this boat, playing pretend and acting like they were in Treasure Island or some shit, then suddenly everyone was trying to kill each other. All because of some stupid announcement revealed that one of them was a murderer. One brief sentence was all it took to create total chaos.
She looked up at her friend, standing motionless above the body. She tried to force herself to say something. Anything really. She had no idea what to think of this. Should she be thankful of Ami? For what, killing someone who was probably just trying to protect their friend? Sara was innocent. Probably. Ruby had no idea whether or not she had been aware of Sean's status as a killer, but either way she wasn't the one with the punching dagger. And the way Ami had hit her over and over again with the kind of viscousness Ruby had not expected from someone so meek and unassuming...
She needed some air. Somewhere to breath, somewhere to get her thoughts straight. Somewhere where she could get the chance to think about what had happened.
"I... Ami, I....." she began, mumbling to herself as she tried to think of something to say.
"I'll be right... Right ba..." she stammered, before quickly making her way through the door, down several corridors, and eventually out onto the open deck to throw up over the side onto the beach below.
What the actual fuck is happening to us?
She was ready and willing to shoot Sean dead the moment he tried anything. No way in hell was she letting a confirmed killer go anyway near him. All she had to do was pull the trigger and BAM, problem solved. Easy as that.
But no. No, things had to get complicated when Ami moved into view, standing right behind Sean in the hallway. No matter how prepared she was to gun down Sean, she couldn't bring herself to risk hurting her only friend on this island. Not after what happened to Brian. So naturally, she hesitated. Only for a brief second, but that was more than enough to give Sean the opening he needed to make his move.
But before Ruby could react, Ami sprung into action and knocked Sean off his feet, only to then get assaulted by Sara of all people. In all the chaos, Ruby had fallen over onto her back in a desperate attempt to dodge out of the way of Sean's blade, with the rest of what happened appearing as a vague blurr in her memory.
She wasn't entirely sure how it happened, or whether or not it was an accident, but the next time she looked up at Ami she was beating Sara's head into a pulp.
For ages Ruby lay there against the wall, her mouth agape as she tried to make sense of the scene in front of her. What the hell just happened? Five minutes ago they were all hanging out in this boat, playing pretend and acting like they were in Treasure Island or some shit, then suddenly everyone was trying to kill each other. All because of some stupid announcement revealed that one of them was a murderer. One brief sentence was all it took to create total chaos.
She looked up at her friend, standing motionless above the body. She tried to force herself to say something. Anything really. She had no idea what to think of this. Should she be thankful of Ami? For what, killing someone who was probably just trying to protect their friend? Sara was innocent. Probably. Ruby had no idea whether or not she had been aware of Sean's status as a killer, but either way she wasn't the one with the punching dagger. And the way Ami had hit her over and over again with the kind of viscousness Ruby had not expected from someone so meek and unassuming...
She needed some air. Somewhere to breath, somewhere to get her thoughts straight. Somewhere where she could get the chance to think about what had happened.
"I... Ami, I....." she began, mumbling to herself as she tried to think of something to say.
"I'll be right... Right ba..." she stammered, before quickly making her way through the door, down several corridors, and eventually out onto the open deck to throw up over the side onto the beach below.
What the actual fuck is happening to us?
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MK Kilmarnock
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Today Sean learned that there was more than way onto the deck of the ship.
It had caught him by surprise at first, if only for a moment. Had Ruby come up the same way he did, the way the pistol was aimed, she probably would have been dead then and there. Instead, it seemed that she was paying no mind and instead was throwing up over the side of the ship. He took this in for a moment, thinking about what to do. With such treachery hanging over her head, executing her with a gun would have been just fine, but there had to be something more appropriate...
He supposed walking the plank might do. They lacked a plank, but they did have a nice long drop to the beach below. Even some shallow water, and who knew what was lurking in that?
Captain Mulcahy crept behind the vomiting girl, the brazen brat who was indirectly at fault for the death of one crewmate, directly at fault for the insubordination of another, and the only one present to take all the blame at the moment. Lucky her.
"What's the matter, lass... seasick?" Sean asked, just moments before driving his shoulder and free hand into Ruby in order to knock her off the ship. HIS ship.
It had caught him by surprise at first, if only for a moment. Had Ruby come up the same way he did, the way the pistol was aimed, she probably would have been dead then and there. Instead, it seemed that she was paying no mind and instead was throwing up over the side of the ship. He took this in for a moment, thinking about what to do. With such treachery hanging over her head, executing her with a gun would have been just fine, but there had to be something more appropriate...
He supposed walking the plank might do. They lacked a plank, but they did have a nice long drop to the beach below. Even some shallow water, and who knew what was lurking in that?
Captain Mulcahy crept behind the vomiting girl, the brazen brat who was indirectly at fault for the death of one crewmate, directly at fault for the insubordination of another, and the only one present to take all the blame at the moment. Lucky her.
"What's the matter, lass... seasick?" Sean asked, just moments before driving his shoulder and free hand into Ruby in order to knock her off the ship. HIS ship.
Corey took the bottle from him and Gray stood there for a few more seconds until he started to feel awkward and useless and moved on. The bodies strewn about the beach all seemed to have been killed the same way apart from one. He was about to find out why one was different when Cassandra spoke and distracted him.
"Huh?" Gray didn't have time to say anything else before words tumbled out of Cassandra's mouth and she ran. Away from him and Corey and away from the beach. He watched but didn't say anything. He didn't know how to react. Yet again another person had just left; at least this time he had been given a reason instead of them just disappearing but even still. He sighed and rubbed his neck as he turned to look at Corey. He half-shrugged and turned around.
The beach was still a morbid sight the bodies all laid out with the same wound to their throat bar the one. What had happened to that one?
A movement caught Gray's eye and distracted him. Someone was running off along the beach. Gray raised his hands as if he was about to shout but let them drop. They were too far away, but they had definitely come from the freighter. There was no doubt about that.
"Hey Corey. I think we can get on the freighter." Without explaining further Gray grabbed his bag and walked down the beach, being careful to avoid tripping over any of the bodies. As he got closer to the boat Gray saw there was a gaping hole in the hull. He hadn't been able to see it before due to the darkness but now it was obvious. Being careful Gray climbed through the hole and into the ship. He shone his torch over the inside trying to figure out the dimensions of the room he was in and how to get out and deeper into the ship.
Turning around he motioned to Corey to follow him.
"Reckon we should be quiet. Could still be people in here."
Gray didn't want to get shot by accident because he'd made someone jump.
"Huh?" Gray didn't have time to say anything else before words tumbled out of Cassandra's mouth and she ran. Away from him and Corey and away from the beach. He watched but didn't say anything. He didn't know how to react. Yet again another person had just left; at least this time he had been given a reason instead of them just disappearing but even still. He sighed and rubbed his neck as he turned to look at Corey. He half-shrugged and turned around.
The beach was still a morbid sight the bodies all laid out with the same wound to their throat bar the one. What had happened to that one?
A movement caught Gray's eye and distracted him. Someone was running off along the beach. Gray raised his hands as if he was about to shout but let them drop. They were too far away, but they had definitely come from the freighter. There was no doubt about that.
"Hey Corey. I think we can get on the freighter." Without explaining further Gray grabbed his bag and walked down the beach, being careful to avoid tripping over any of the bodies. As he got closer to the boat Gray saw there was a gaping hole in the hull. He hadn't been able to see it before due to the darkness but now it was obvious. Being careful Gray climbed through the hole and into the ship. He shone his torch over the inside trying to figure out the dimensions of the room he was in and how to get out and deeper into the ship.
Turning around he motioned to Corey to follow him.
"Reckon we should be quiet. Could still be people in here."
Gray didn't want to get shot by accident because he'd made someone jump.
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CondorTalon
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Corey didn't really know what to do when Cassandra just bolted. So in the end, he did nothing. By the time he'd registered it, it was too late to chase after her, anyway.
Gray told him that they were going into the freighter. Corey simply nodded and followed, taking his bag. He watched as Gray carefully went through the hole before following after.
He silently nodded at Gray's mention of staying quiet.
Corey, personally, wanted to signal their approach, so they didn't accidentally startled someone, but he could also see why that would be a bad idea.
So he simply looked around. Maybe he could find something to defend himself with.
Gray told him that they were going into the freighter. Corey simply nodded and followed, taking his bag. He watched as Gray carefully went through the hole before following after.
He silently nodded at Gray's mention of staying quiet.
Corey, personally, wanted to signal their approach, so they didn't accidentally startled someone, but he could also see why that would be a bad idea.
So he simply looked around. Maybe he could find something to defend himself with.
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MK Kilmarnock
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That girl who had helped to slay the last of his crew tumbled over the side of the freighter, splashing into the ocean while the sole person on the deck watched in silence. The wench fell beneath the waves in the strip of salty water that stretched between most of the boat's tilted hull and the beach. If she had fallen from a different part of the ship, it's more than possible she would have struck dry sand. No matter; Davy Jones would have her soon enough, either way.
Sean's eyes scanned out to the beach, the desolate field of carnage and decay that served as the foreground to his ship as many a landlubber would view it from the rocky shore. In the hours of daylight, he could see the bodies in the blood-soaked sand far more clearly, distance or no. It no longer affected him. No time was taken to consider whether or not that was a good thing; he was a pirate, and pirates acted before they sat and thought. Now the ship was his and, though she was hardly a seaworthy beast, she was still his.
He stepped away from the railing where the girl had been standing just a moment before, and took a few seconds of his own time adjusting his clothes. His once-pristine shirt was caked in mud and dirt and a good amount of blood, most of which was Aria's from the tower. If any of the blood happened to be Sara's instead, it was impossible to tell by now. He wasn't as close to her when she died. That was, close in a location sense. She had come to show herself as... a valuable crew member.
Sean wondered if that rule about pirates never crying extended to when there was nobody around.
Sean's eyes scanned out to the beach, the desolate field of carnage and decay that served as the foreground to his ship as many a landlubber would view it from the rocky shore. In the hours of daylight, he could see the bodies in the blood-soaked sand far more clearly, distance or no. It no longer affected him. No time was taken to consider whether or not that was a good thing; he was a pirate, and pirates acted before they sat and thought. Now the ship was his and, though she was hardly a seaworthy beast, she was still his.
He stepped away from the railing where the girl had been standing just a moment before, and took a few seconds of his own time adjusting his clothes. His once-pristine shirt was caked in mud and dirt and a good amount of blood, most of which was Aria's from the tower. If any of the blood happened to be Sara's instead, it was impossible to tell by now. He wasn't as close to her when she died. That was, close in a location sense. She had come to show herself as... a valuable crew member.
Sean wondered if that rule about pirates never crying extended to when there was nobody around.