Kari crept slowly out from behind the display, edging towards the glass for a better view. Her earlier caution had been rewarded; there was a girl who she could make out as one Sally Connelly, holding a samurai sword carelessly in one hand. And facing her, some guy she didn't know well enough to positively identify from behind. One of the Nicks, perhaps, or some other lanky kid, armed with either some sort of hidden pistol or knife or absolutely nothing. Sally snatched something from her friend, hiding it behind her back as she closed the gap between them. Things, it seemed, were about to get interesting.
She watched with rapt attention, unable to tear her eyes away as her classmates were drawn forward on a course that would surely leave one of them dead. A mixture of dread and anticipation filled her, the sort that would make someone cover their eyes with their hands, and then peek through their fingers anyways. Sally stepped forward, brought out what had to be a taser of some sort, watched the kid in front of her yell and crumple to the floor.
And then, for some reason, she paused. It made no sense to her. Was she having simply hesitating? Or letting him escape with his life? Kari couldn't discern specific words, but from her posture, the sound of her speech, it couldn't be the first, and probably wasn't the second, either. She was... gloating? It certainly seemed that way. Whoever was on the ground was getting kicked instead of stabbed for now, but any moment now the sword would fall. And Sally seemed to be enjoying it. The thought struck her as odd, even frightening. That sort of venom didn't come from nowhere. There was some prior grievance there, something from back home that had carried over to the island. The motive was already there; all the island presented was the opportunity.
Kari wasn't about to see someone get killed. She was about to see someone get murdered.
And then, it all turned. A scream, a slash, a spurt of blood. It all happened so suddenly that she let out half a gasp, looking suddenly around to see if anyone had been alerted by what she'd failed to bite back. Nobody came out of the woodwork. She was safe for now, but approaching a newly-minted, heavily-armed killer wasn't exactly high on her to-do list. And yet, she couldn't stay in her hiding spot forever. With no reason to stick around any longer. She collected her bag and slipped quickly away.
((Kari Nichols continued in The Most Dangerous Game
Nick simply kneeled, unmoving, replaying the events of the last five seconds over and over again while Megan babbled on about nothing. He remained slumped over himself until a cold wetness reached his knee. Nearly losing his stomach contents again, he tried to slide himself back, accidentally dipping his other knee into the shining pool of blood. He stumbled backwards in disgust, collapsing against a wall with Sally's taser just a few feet off to his side. He made only token attempts to respond to Megan's rapidfire drivel, but she did make one reasonable request.
He leaned over, reaching for the taser. He picked the weapon up gingerly, managing despite his care to daub one side in fresh blood. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, he wiped it on his jeans, which served only to further bloody it. In a fit of frustration, he simply flung it in Megan's general direction, but regretted his choice before the harsh clattering noise even reached his ears.
"Sorry, I shouldn't do that, I just-"
"Know what, let's just chill here for a bit. Or longer, whatever, I don't know." He closed his eyes, squeezing a pair of tears down his cheek. "Or maybe somewhere more... clean. Long enough to get it all together, yeah?"