(OOC: Ahahah this is sooooo late. Man.)
She couldn't handle this anymore. That was it. She hated this watchtower. She hated its emptiness, she hated the dumb little control panels that didn't even work anymore, she hated the broken trap door that had sent one of her friends to her death. She hated its color, she hated how impersonal everything looked, she hated how she was the only one left inside. She hated everything about it.
But what she hated the most was the fact that she could still hear Brigadier General Adams' voice in her head even though he had stopped speaking for hours. It had made her panic earlier, but now she was just getting angry. Really angry. Her Red Ryder BB Gun lay broken in two halves on the floor from when she had just flipped out and screamed, going on a rampage as she slammed it against the control panels in some mindless way of releasing tension. Her hands had hurt a lot
after it, but it had made her feel better.
"If you're still alive to hear this, folks, then congratulations. You have officially made it into the final ten of the Program! ...Well, final seven, technically. Just six more to go, and then you've got a ticket outta here and the admiration of all America. We're all counting on you guys."
Melinda gave a start as the speakers roared back to life and Adams' voice came on. She stood stock still as she listened to the announcements, her brain trying to register the fact that somehow she had made it to the final seven of the game. Her plan from the beginning of the game had worked. It totally did. She was alive and all the rest of the unlucky bastards were dead.
Melinda began to laugh as Adams rattled off the names of the dead. It was a crazy high-pitched laugh that hurt her ears and her throat but it made her feel good
. She was winning. She was winning by doing absolutely nothing. And not only that, most of the heavy killers were dead. Especially that bitch, Madeline Harris. That was perfect. She wouldn't have to think about her or her stupid 'art' anymore. Maybe those nightmares about Madeline carving up her body would go the hell away now.
She laughed again. She had no more enemies on this island. Sure, there were people left. Six of them, to be exact. But she'd be fine. She'd be great
. Nothing could touch her. Sophie Mason seemed like a threat, but if she was lucky, Sophie Mason would be getting a bullet in the face.
Her feet carried her towards the stairwell and down those accursed stairs. They carried her past Jessica's broken body and Jennifer's mangled corpse. They took her past the door to the watchtower and out into the open. They carried her out towards the rest of the compound. Melinda didn't care. She was alive, she was free. It was perfect.
(Melinda Schenn continued in Opposite Reflections
"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."