Manhunt
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 7:58 am
((Margaret tweedy continued from Sadist))
Margaret was back to where she once belonged. For the first few days she was content to wait in no-man's-land and allow the other students to work things out among themselves. She knew how to avoid the traps that littered the main area of the island, having read up on them in her spare time. Once she even tried to make one herself, although it failed to catch anything and was poorly crafted. Nevertheless, she endured, for a time, and then Quincy had to come and ruin everything.
Now she found that she could no longer wait for the end to come; she had to find it herself. She reminded herself of the two people that she wanted to find.
Melina Frost, the bitch-queen of Southridge High, needed killing. It was as simple as that. Disregarding her disgustingly regal attitude at school, she had killed two people. That was no coincidence. Margaret would love to eliminate someone as bourgeois as her, though she supposed that she would be content to hear her name called on the announcements again, as a victim this time.
Opposite her was Brad Kavanagh, and damned if Margaret couldn't help feeling sorry for the guy. The last time she saw him, he was mourning that Serenity girl, and he looked like hell warmed over. It wasn't fair that he got out of prison in time to be kidnapped any more than her own situation.
Margaret sat down on a tree root and took a carefully measured sip of water from a bottle in her daypack. What she did for the rest of the day could seal her fate for the rest of the game.
Margaret was back to where she once belonged. For the first few days she was content to wait in no-man's-land and allow the other students to work things out among themselves. She knew how to avoid the traps that littered the main area of the island, having read up on them in her spare time. Once she even tried to make one herself, although it failed to catch anything and was poorly crafted. Nevertheless, she endured, for a time, and then Quincy had to come and ruin everything.
Now she found that she could no longer wait for the end to come; she had to find it herself. She reminded herself of the two people that she wanted to find.
Melina Frost, the bitch-queen of Southridge High, needed killing. It was as simple as that. Disregarding her disgustingly regal attitude at school, she had killed two people. That was no coincidence. Margaret would love to eliminate someone as bourgeois as her, though she supposed that she would be content to hear her name called on the announcements again, as a victim this time.
Opposite her was Brad Kavanagh, and damned if Margaret couldn't help feeling sorry for the guy. The last time she saw him, he was mourning that Serenity girl, and he looked like hell warmed over. It wasn't fair that he got out of prison in time to be kidnapped any more than her own situation.
Margaret sat down on a tree root and took a carefully measured sip of water from a bottle in her daypack. What she did for the rest of the day could seal her fate for the rest of the game.