((Timeskip and GMing approved, as details have been discussed between us. But, let me know if I need to change something))
Bella never had a brother or sister.
Her entire life, it had just been her and Mother. She had seen her father a few times, but for the most part it was them. A few times Mother would date someone, but never anyone who stayed. Sometimes she would wonder what it was like to have a sibling. People always told her they argued with theirs, but Bella couldn't help but think that it might be nice to grow up with someone that closely related to you.
She couldn’t imagine what Tucker was going through.
The new information that Yagmur told her felt like a mallet to the face. It was bad enough that she just beat their friend to death in front of them. But knowing she was a sister, for a fact that she had a family?
Bella’s knees almost buckled. But it made sense, didn’t it? They looked alike. Used to. Tucker ran away when she stopped. It made disturbing amounts of sense. But she didn’t want it to be. Maybe it was just a look-alike. Maybe there were just lots of girls with orange hair at the other school, and she wasn’t the only one they’d picked up.
No. Yagmur was right.
She’d just murdered someone’s own blood relative in front of them.
Her vision dimmed even more. It would have been welcome at that point, to just pass out in the snow. But what would they have done if she did? It wouldn’t do anything at that point, would it?
Regina was speaking again. It wasn’t more arguing. It was an offer. She wanted to help her deal with the girl.
Bella struggled. But she nodded.
Then she bent down and reached out a hand.
The next few hours blurred together.
After some resting, it took some time for her and Regina to clean up everything entirely. It sounded easy to cover Paisley with some spare sheets, cover up any red stains from the fight with snow, gather and clean the weapons, deal with any injuries, and find more clean things to wear. At least, in theory. In practice… it really wasn’t.
There was only so much snow and sheets that could cover up the mess.
Bella couldn’t help but feel a small amount of irritation at Yagmur. He hadn’t helped them at all. This entire time, he had gone to the back to drink. Then again, to be honest she really couldn’t blame him. Maybe he didn’t want to get involved for personal reasons. Some part of her still wished he did, though.
She was still worried about Regina. It turned out she wasn’t as badly injured as she was expecting, but she still had a limp. But, Regina was still adamant about cleaning up Paisley and the outside of the cabana, so Bella couldn’t say no, no matter what.
Bella patted a spot of snow on the ground. Even when she thought it was gone for good, she was able to see a small patch of maroon peeking out. It didn’t help that the smell of burnt wood and death still lingered in the air, like a guest that would never leave.
She didn’t notice it at first due to the adrenaline, but she’d been hurt in the fight too. Paisley had sliced her open, and when she saw it she panicked for a few seconds, thinking she had been stabbed. Bella didn’t want to take a closer look, but she had to. When she did in the bathroom, she slipped to the floor. Not passed out, just fell.
The cut wasn’t deep, she eventually realized. It was just a scratch. It was still painful for her to disinfect and bandage, but she managed. A change of clothes was also needed. Bella was still hesitant about the dress. It didn’t seem worth it to wear it, only to discover that she couldn’t run or defend herself while it was on her. Eventually, though, it won out. She slipped it on her, and as she placed her filthy clothes, the ones she came in wearing, inside the plastic bag it came in, she realized that maybe the dress wasn’t needed. They had also given her some pants and t-shirts, so it wasn’t entirely necessary to wear it.
At least her suspicions were correct and it was somewhat warmer in it. And it didn’t impede her movement as much as she was expecting. There might have been trouble along the line, but for now it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.
After cleaning the weapons up, Bella had let Regina keep the club. It was supposed to be hers, anyways. She wasn’t sure if she should have given it back after what she had done with it, but she felt it was the right thing to do.
But right now, Bella felt like there was always going to be a splash of reddish brown on the ground, no matter how much she and Regina piled up all the snow. The girl was silent now, but the maniacal laughter still echoed inside her mind, much like the cries of Will begging Gene to stop.
Just as she pushed down on a stain, she heard a screech, then a clapping noise. Bella flinched, only to realize what it was. An announcement? Now? Bella wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it felt both longer and shorter that time had passed.
And now there were fifty of them gone.
As Ritzy talked, Bella’s hand gripped into the snow. Once again, shock came over her. She couldn’t believe it. But it happened.
She’d left him there. She promised she was coming back, but she didn’t. He was left staring at the limp body of their friend.
So he didn’t make it.
What if he didn’t want to?
The rest of the deaths simply poured on by, like a syrup. Bella was too shocked to really pay attention to who else died. Instead, she stared at her hand gripping the snow.
Eventually, a beep told her to listen.
A new kind of shock came over her. Bella knew what that beep meant. It was a familiar sound from when she watched the show back home. Everyone who had watched it knew it by heart, as it was one of the most regular sounds in the show.
Your collar beeping wasn’t a good thing. It meant danger zones. The entire point of them was to get people moving and interacting with the rest of the game. Most of the time, they were randomized, but on some occasions they would make a location a danger zone if you had been staying there for a long period of time. It didn’t matter which was the case here, though.
They had to get out of here.
Bella slid up, seeing Regina close by. The nausea still persisted, but it wasn’t anything compared to the once again racing heartbeat.
“I’m going to get our things” she forced out. “Go on ahead.”
She felt herself stomping up to the door, slamming it open. The bags were still laying where they had left them, with one having the pony head sticking out awkwardly. Bella slid one strap over her shoulder. Then another. Two was heavy enough. But perhaps she could reach for a third.
Or maybe not, judging by the three fingered hand that tugged it away before she could even touch it. It was swiftly followed by an incredulous look from its owner. Bella decided not to say anything to Yagmur. At least it was only two she had to deal with.
Bella bolted outside to see Regina getting ready to go. The snow crunched underneath her feet as she darted outside, her breath as loud as the stomps. She swiftly turned to see if Regina was able to get out, only to see instead Yagmur picking up the bundle of sheets. A hand sticking out of them told her what he was doing.
“Hurry!” she hissed.
She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to bring Paisley with them. It was more weight, and more time lost. But they had to keep moving. The beeps were getting faster, louder, and more insistent.
The three of them went as fast as they could, the beeps following them out. It was some time before they actually stopped.
((Bella Bianchi, Regina Aston, and Yagmur Tekindor continued in The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway