(Brendon Arrington continued from Going Off the Script
"Megan! Megan, where are you?!" Brendon shouted at the top of his lungs, his hangs cupped around his mouth as he wandered around the island. He probably looked like one big idiot and a very appetizing target, but luckily for him, the killers were either really busy or just didn't notice someone bellowing out a girl's name. He sighed as there was no answer or no sudden crushing hug from a falling Megan that had jumped from the highest tree in the area (he doubted she'd actually be that crazy but it was fun to imagine). Just the same as the past few hours that he had been doing this shit.
And he had even been lucky enough to find himself outside the Officer's Quarters again. 'Why the hell did I come back here?'
He had no answer and he briefly contemplated just turning and leaving. But he remained. Megan could have been around here and he wasn't going to run away just because of...well...the thing that had caused the whole entire split in the first place. 'Fuck, now I'm thinking about it. Calm down, Brendon...you went over this. You're stronger, you're better. You can keep your cool...you're the hero. Kind of. Maybe. I'm not even know anymore. Whatever. You know enough that you need to find Megan and talk to her. That's it, plain and simple.'
It was at that point in time that he heard a slightly muffled gunshot and he nearly jumped, turning his head towards the building. It was fucking eerie, that's what it was. The last time there were gunshots, it had led to Abby getting murdered by Madeleine Harris. He just hoped this wasn't going to turn out the same way. It probably was a dumb idea...the odds of Megan actually being in there were minuscule. But as long as the odds were there...a hero just had to charge forward, didn't he?
So Brendon ran into the building yet again, his boxing gloves still on his hands. He kept his mouth shut. There was no need to interrupt a possible fight in progress by announcing the presence of a newcomer. He followed the sound of the gunshot and soon heard a voice to go with it.
'Holy fucking shit it really is her I can't believe it.'
A grin came to his lips subconsciously and he began to walk faster, hoping that she was okay. There hadn't been another gunshot beyond the initial one that had gotten his attention so...that meant the fight was over, right? Maybe she had actually been able to convince one of the psychos on the island to stop shooting or something.
He rounded the corner and immediately skidded to a halt, his eyes widening as he saw the scene in front of him. Megan was there, of course. And so was the corpse of John Ferrara. If you had to call anything a corpse, John's body fit the bill. His head was just...mutilated. Destroyed would probably have been a more apt description. His blood decorated the walls...the floor...the ceiling. It was just fucking everywhere...it was disgusting. 'Jesus fuck!'
He had hated the son of a bitch. He had wanted to take him out ever since they had met at the garage, but it hadn't been like this. He had imagined some sort of high-adrenaline fight with bullets and curses flying through the air. Hell, even a "Fuck you -BANG-" would have been good in the whole cold, angry hero sort of way. But this? This wasn't cool at all. This was sickening and he felt bile rise up in his throat. He quickly looked away, swallowing the burning, bitter mixture back down.
Brendon focused on Megan. He could only really see her back...see that same football helmet she was wearing...along with a hatchet and a handgun. A handgun. Where'd she get it? Off John? Did she pick it up somewhere? Hell, where the fuck had she gotten that hatchet as well? There was a story behind all this...a story he didn't know and his brain was quickly just putting the two closest things together.
Handgun + Blown-Off Head = Holy shit did Megan just shoot someone in the head?
That wasn't right at all. Megan wouldn't have done anything like that. Pure and simple fact. There was no way she could have done anything like that.
But the island could have changed her. It had changed a lot of people. And besides, this was John Ferrara, the bastard that had killed Wendy and Chris.
Brendon silenced that train of thought immediately. 'No. No, Megan wouldn't have done this without some good reason. I believe in her. I know her.'
He finally opened his mouth to speak. He licked his dry lips. He had no lines for this moment...even though he had imagined it all in the past. The awkward hellos, the apology, the hug, the whatever
, none of them incorporated Dead Guy into the equation. So he could only clear his throat, try to put his old smile back on, and say as gently as he could, "Hey Megan. ...Long time no see, huh?"
"When God gives you lemons, you find a new god."
Survival of the Fittest: The Program
- Status: Alive, Weapons: Calico Liberty III Handgun, Location: The Field Hospital - I Need To Know
, Quote: "My initials are B.A. for Bad Ass."
- Status: Dead, Quote: "I can do this. I haven't worked this hard just for it to just disappear."
- Status: Dead, Weapon: N/A, Location: It Isn't Too Hard to Die
, Quote: "Talking...talking to other people is difficult, isn't it? But I can do it."