#6: Freedom or Bust

This building used to house all the weapons on the island. Unfortunately for our students, once the military abandoned this place, they took all their goodies with them. To add insult to injury, sometime prior to the game, Danya's henchmen came and stripped everything else from the building except for some tables and chairs. It might be a good place to barricade large groups into, but that's about all this place will be useful for these days.
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January 29th, 2009, 6:29 pm #41

***

"Finally!" The small blonde let out a great sigh the minute she closed the car door. "They seriously lectured me for, like, an hour before you came," She huffed, obviously annoyed at the over-protectiveness her parents forced upon her. Her escort let out a small laugh as he started the car.

"They're just worried about you, Marn." He said, flashing her the toothy grin that she had come to know and love. It was the one card he always pulled out when she wasn't in the best of moods, and it always worked. There was just something about the way he looked when it was plastered on his face that melted her to the very core.

"I know, I just wish they'd do it less. I mean, it's not like I'm gonna run off and join a gang and go burn down a building or something." She sighed, knowing she couldn't win against his hundred-watt smile.

"Hey, at least they're letting you go, right? It's not like they're keeping you locked up inside," The boy said as he set the SUV into reverse and turned to peer out the back window.

"They only let me go 'cause they like you, Dorian. If it was anyone else, I wouldn't have been allowed. I mean seriously, you bring them cookies. They have to like you, suck-up," Marnie joked, sending her own cheesy 'in-your-face' smile his way.

"Oh, so you only came with me so you could get out of the house? Man... all that parental butt-kissing for nothing. And here's me thinking tonight was going to be something special." Dorian joined in, only to receive a playful glare from his passenger.

The banter between the seniors continued as the ride went on, and Marnie couldn't complain about it. She always looked forward to the days when they hung out, whether it be going to prom together or if they just sat around in his basement watching movies. She'd take anything she could get, as they wouldn't have the privilege once they went off to college. They had both applied to schools on the east coast, her to Juilliard and him to Princeton. Juilliard, however, turned her down, while Princeton accepted Dorian and, as far as she knew, he was still going. Marnie settled on USC and, though she knew watching Dorian go would break her heart, she tried to keep the happy face on.

"Oh! Can we stop and get something to eat?!" Marnie squealed as her eye caught the McDonald's in the distance. "I've hardly eaten today."

"You'll get it on you're dress," Dorian grinned, "You're kind of a slob."

Marnie's mouth formed a large 'O' as she feigned insulted. "I am not! I'm just excited about food!" The girl retorted, punching her friend in the arm.

"Ow, that hurt," Dorian monotoned, "No, not really. You punch like a girl."

**

A small metal clink snapped Marnie out of the comforting memories and back into reality, just in time to catch a figure turning around the corner of the building and the tail end of, 'Have a nice day, children', which she was sure was the end of an announcement. Her neck felt lighter and less constrained, and when she moved her hand up to inspect it, she was alarmed to find that her collar wasn't there.

Almost as if it were on cue, a familiar voice spread throughout the area. Marnie's head peered round the corner, and an even more alarming sight stood before her.

"...Dorian...?"

It couldn't be, right? As much as she wanted to believe that he was still alive, it just couldn't be true. There was no way.
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January 29th, 2009, 6:55 pm #42

Denise had dozed off shortly after Lucy helped her off with her collar. The feeling as the cold thing had released its grip on her had been pretty intense, at least intense enough to use up the last of her reserve energy. She'd smiled exhaustedly back at Lucy and fainted dead away.

And now she was stirred by loud voices. Arguing. Denise pried her eyes open to see Darnell pointing a gun at Adam, with several other students getting involved and helping to create an incredibly tense situation. Denise held her breath, hoping against all hope that nobody's trigger fingers went off prematurely. She could picture a horrible chain reaction occurring with the end result being a room full of dead kids.

Andrea V's name came up once or twice during the heated confrontation, and Denise looked around to see where exactly the student president--apparently the brains of this escape attempt--was hiding.

Was she dead?

'I wish I knew what the hell was going on...'

"Wait a sec! Where the hell is Andrea?" Denise piped up, looking to Lucy for an answer.


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January 29th, 2009, 7:07 pm #43

Lucy extricated herself from the argument with some difficulty. She'd said her piece and had being trying to steer the subject onto the important thing: what they were going to do next. Whether or she cared for Adam or his attitude was irrelevant. The guy had a point, and they didn't have time to waste in argument.

Lucy hadn't thought about exactly what she was getting herself when putting herself between Adam and Darnell. Both of them were armed after all, but fortunately, it hadn't been a problem. She counted herself lucky Darnell hadn't been startled or something and decided to pull the trigger. However, she was kept from dwelling on it when a voice spoke up, asking a question Lucy knew the answer to. When she turned around to find the source of the voice, Lucy found it was indeed her being looked to. It was the girl that had stumbled in most recently. What was her name? De... Den... Denise, that was it. Or she hoped so.

"Well... 'Drea already left," Lucy told Denise quietly. "Spoke about trying to find more students, help them get their collars off and all..." she trailed off. Come to think of it, hadn't 'Drea been recommending they move on if she wasn't back by ... well, this morning? Inamongst the altercations, Lucy had forgotten about the rendevous.

Oops... I hope she's okay... it would be awful for anything to have happened to her after all she's done to help us get out of here.

"'Drea said something about heading for the coastline, so that's where she probably is right about now."

Of course that was where Andrea would be. Lucy didn't need to get worried about her, right? She'd be fine. Heck, she'd probably even picked up her own group of students to accompany her. Lucy and the others would go to the coastline and wind up finding an entire other collar-less group, and then Andrea would ask them all what took so long.

...I hope...

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January 29th, 2009, 8:01 pm #44

Denise wrinkled her nose. "Well shit...She's out there by herself?"

Something didn't seem right about that. Just given how everyone was talking about her, hadn't Andrea proved what a valuable asset she was to the escape group so far? If she thought all the way back to Day One, Denise could say with confidence that she never would have imagined finding herself here, in a legit, not-just-bullshitting-ourselves escape group with her collar sitting lifelessly on the floor beside her. She never would have imagined feeling like there really could be some hope she'd see her beautiful daughter again. She owed Andrea a lot...they all did.

'So why the fuck is she out there by herself? Fuck this noise.' Denise hadn't rested for long, but she felt a strong second wind overtake her. She got quickly to her feet, gathering up her pack and her weapon. She paused for a moment as her gaze fell back on the deactivated collar. Finally she snatched it up as well, stuffing it into her daypack.

'...Souvenir.'

Denise headed out the door. She had no idea where Andrea was, but at least she knew the general direction she needed to head to find the coast. "I'm going to try to help. See ya."

((continued elsewhere...))


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February 1st, 2009, 1:09 am #45

Dorian waited anxiously, his finger lightly brushing the trigger of the shotgun. He hadn't had to fire it yet, but the slowly dawning realization that the weapon would most likely take someone's life weighed down on him far heavier than the equipment he now lugged around. His mind and heart raced furiously, a number of endless possibilities running through his head as he slowly took a few steps forward, the gun raised.

Nobody else seemed to have noticed the noise until Lucy came over, nonchalantly making her way around the corner and returning about a minute later. Dorian eased up a little but was now slightly confused. Had Lucy de-activated another collar? The likelihood that the mysterious person wasn't a player after all was relieving, but for some reason he still felt on-edge. After Dennis's sudden change of heart he found himself much less willing to trust people than he had before, especially those who at first glance seemed completely fine. This game had destroyed both his naivete and his hesitation. There was no turning back, now.

His mind made up, he inhaled sharply and rounded the corner. He expected to be met by the deceptive John Rizzolo, Bobby Jacks, or maybe Lex, but the short wave of strawberry blonde hair that met his gaze completely disarmed him. He couldn't get a good view of her face at first as she leaned against the wall, but even before she got up his stomach tied itself in knots. The burden that the collar presented was nothing compared to how worried he'd been about his best friend, and - there was no point lying to himself now - the love of his life, and as she tilted her head upwards and stared right through him with her full, dark eyes, all resistance Dorian could have put up was instantly defeated.

"...Dorian...?"

The shotgun fell out of his loose hands and clambered to the ground with a thud.

"Marnie..." he whispered in stupified disbelief, his entire body frozen in anticipation. Part of him was waiting for the part where she smiled insanely and tore him apart with a machine gun, but as the seconds passed he realized that she was as shocked to see him as he was to see her. His eyes moved over her bold-patterned sun dress and corresponding white jacket intently, the dirt, grime and random blood stains making him grow more concerned. He eventually re-traced his gaze to her face, and all at once the fear melted into sweet relief.

"Oh God, Marnie..." he heaved after what seemed like an eternity, wasting no time in closing the distance between the two and pulling her as tightly as he could into his chest. His right hand wrapped itself around her waist and he lightly clutched some of her hair in his left, his head resting on top of hers as he closed his eyes. Free-flowing tears made their long-awaited release as he embraced her, but he didn't make a sound. Every ounce of energy he had was exerted in his firm yet loving embrace, and as he unintentionally caught a whiff of Marnie's hair his lips curved into a soft smile.

"I'm so glad you're okay..." He cooed gently, trying the best he could to soothe the obviously shaken girl. Ten days without her on the island had been almost unbearable for him, and he couldn't even think to imagine how hard she could've had things. He pulled out of the hug for a second, his hands still comfortably positioned on her shoulder and hip as he examined her dress once again, particularly the various stains on it. She had scattered cuts and bruises, but other than that he couldn't see any serious injuries. He could swear she was crying a little now, but given that he was too he didn't have the right to judge her.

His eyes glanced over to the spear on the ground beside where she was sitting and its blood-stained tip on the end. He knew Marnie well, and if she'd had to kill somebody she'd probably be taking it just as bad as he would.

"Did you...?" He started while staring at the spear, but he shook his head loose. She was alive, and that was all that mattered. She was safe, and she was with him again.

He turned to look right down into her beautiful eyes, blinking a few times to clear some of the tears away.

"Sorry I took so long..."
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February 1st, 2009, 1:14 am #46

Garnett hurried through the jungle, the branches cutting at him, the darkness enveloped him. His mind grasped at imaginary sounds.

snap

pop

Gunshots? Garnett froze, and looked around. No, it was his imagination. He took a moment though to orient himself. Where was it? Where were they? He had to reach them, he had to be right. What if he wasn't? What if he was wrong?

Then there would be no hope anymore.

Garnett fought his way through the dark jungle until he reached the clearing. He looked up, and saw what he was looking for. The armory. This was it. He would find out here, right now, if he was right or wrong.

Garnett slowly made his way towards the entrance, his hands raised to indicate that he was unarmed just in case. He didn't want to be shot, after all. When he made it to the entrance though, what he saw astounded him. They did it. The little bastards did it! In front of him was a room full of kids. Kids without collars. He suspected that this might be the case when they all started "dying" together, and around the same time, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. Though here it was, so surreal. Garnett hated Danya. He wanted to get back at him as much as these kids did, and seeing these kids now made his heart skip a beat.

They wouldn't trust him though. He was an adult on this island, he was one of their terrorists. They should kill him. Garnett had to make sure they didn't. He could save them. He could make this right.

When several of the students pointed their guns at Garnett, he said as calmly as he could, "Wait! Please, don't shoot. I'm an agent of the Government of the United States!"

He looked at some angry faces, and some stunned faces. He decided to continue.

"I...I've been watching the monitors. When I saw all these collars going offline, I thought this might be happening. I thought you guys might have figured it out. I'm not here to stop you."

Garnett moved his hands in the air, to re-assure the kids he wasn't a threat.

"There will be people here to stop you soon though. We need to move fast. There's a boat on the eastern shore. We can get the hell out of here, and we need to do it now. You guys want to escape? Well, here's your chance."

Garnett knew that they must think this is a trap. Some sick joke by Danya.

"Please...trust me. We don't have much time. I want to put an end to this sick game as much as you guys. Please, some terrorists are moving in on this location as we speak."

He started to back away and said, "Now come on! It's time we screw Danya over!"

Garnett made his way to the jungle and disappeared into it once again, this time hoping the kids would follow him.

Praying.

((Garnett continued elsewhere))
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February 1st, 2009, 10:40 pm #47

What on earth?

This was just getting stranger and stranger. Lucy had been panic-stricken when the fully-grown man appeared. Who else could it be but one of the terrorists? Adam, much as she hated to admit it, had been right; they were on their way. But the hail of bullets had not come, and the terrorist was... a US government agent? It sounded too good to be true. Hell, it was too good to be true. He was just setting them up for a trap.

But... was this a 'Danya' way of doing things? Really? Lucy had heard enough of the announcements (and in the original briefing) to have a fairly good idea of what Danya was like. This just didn't seem like the kind of thing he would pull. He wasn't subtle, if he wanted them dead he'd send in the heavies with the assault rifles. Besides...this would be needlessly complicated. What would fully grown men and women, well-equipped and well-trained have to fear from a gaggle of sleep-deprived, under-nourished and poorly armed high schoolers? This kind of deceit just wouldn't be necessary...

What was the other option? There was none. Nobody had a plan, nobody had any bright ideas. If this was for real, it would be the best possible chance they'd get to escape. If it wasn't? Well, they wouldn't be any more dead than if they stuck around in the armoury. They didn't have the luxury of time to make a decision and there weren't any alternative choices that sprung to mind. It would be freedom or bust.

Lucy turned to the others in the room in the aftermath of the terrorist/Government agent's departure.

“I don't think we have a choice guys,” she said quietly. “We're out of time, even if this is a trick. Danya knows where we are whether that guy was telling the truth or not. That means we have to move and we have to do it quick. It's... a half chance or none at all. We just have to take a risk,” she hesitated. "I'm going to stick around a little longer though. Just in case Andrea, y'know, comes back,"

*

I don't care what you say you are, you're one of Danya's people, and I'm not letting you get away with what you've done.

For Sean, that the terrorist was lying was almost a certainty, and it didn't matter even if he was telling the truth. Either the guy was trying to trick them into leaving the safety of the building, on Danya's orders, or he was honest. In the former (in Sean's mind, more likely) case, following the guy and taking him at face value was pretty much suicide. They could of course, try to ambush the ambushers, which was the option Sean preferred. Let the terrorists think they'd been taken in, then hit them with a nasty surprise.

However... if the guy was actually telling the truth? It was immaterial. The man had still cooperated with the terrorists, whether he was a double agent or not. All that said to Sean was that he could have helped at any time: but chose not to. Instead he let people like Lucy and Andrea do all of the work, not risking his own skin until he was sure the venture had a greater chance of success. Maybe there really were boats, that didn't mean the 'agent' couldn't have helped far, far more. Whoever he was, terrorist or saviour, he deserved at least some punishment.

The least he can expect is some harsh words. Beyond that? I guess I'll have to see. He might, might be telling the truth.

"Come back here you bastard," Sean growled under his breath, charging as best he could out of the armoury, The guy wouldn't get away with his part in this plot, not if Sean could help it.

((Continued in Live and Let Die))


*

Maxie didn't want to try and sleep any more, every time she tried it, the same face just loomed up at her, and regardless if she remembered the dream or not, she'd be still be clenched with the same dread once she awoke. Nightmares were a bitch, and Maxie had a real bad case of them. Their content... well, that was better left to the imagination, because they certainly didn't derive from Maxie's.

That fucker Adam Reeves was still alive. Ten days, and the bastard STILL hadn't bought the fucking farm.

Why couldn't he just... die?

Maybe it was horrible to wish somebody dead in a situation that'd already seen so many killed, but if there was even just one person who deserved such a fate, it was that guy. Rapist, murderer, scum.

I hope one'a those psychos gets their fuckin' hands on ya and carves ya th'fuck up Reeves. I really do.

Whilst the man claiming to be a government agent spoke, Maxie more or less tuned out to him. Somebody else would make a decision, somebody else would choose what to do. Maxie didn't feel up to being particularly proactive right now. Taking the lead... wasn't high up on her list of things to do. Instead she just sat in her corner, staring away into space. Waiting for someone to choose for her.

Striking out on her own, trying to take control of a group, albeit a small one. ... Hadn't worked. The entire time, that's what Maxie had been telling herself, as soon as the encounter with Kallie and company dispelled any notions of trust. Don't group up, don't get in a team, stay solo, stay mobile. ...Then Maxie tried to take Cara along. Cara, who'd been killed by that bastard Riz days back. And why? Because Maxie had stuck in her stupid head at the wrong moment and forced the other girl to save her. And she hadn't handled it. Not only that, but when it'd come down to the wire, Maxie had abandoned her to... to... try to fend off Reeves.

That proved the point on her leadership. Maxie was in this group now, but... hell if she was going to step forward.

Someone do somethin'... please.

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February 8th, 2009, 5:56 am #48

Ianto had been worried in the time that all the internal arguing had been happening, really hoping that this wasn’t going to turn into anything that would end in anyone being killed. Though thankfully everything seemed to be going in a direction for the better—well at least that’s what he figured until the sudden appearance of the unknown older male appeared in front of their group.

And listening to what the guy had to say, well Ianto quickly feel into the group of students with a more than confused look on his face as it was mentioned that the person was a government agent… an agent from their government no less. And if it was possible to be anymore confused than he already was then it was quickly getting to that point.

Why would a U.S. government agent be a member of the terrorists that kidnapped them?

It was getting to the point that Ianto didn’t know what to think anymore; still glancing toward Brad and Terrie he couldn’t help looking somewhat distraught at the words that others were coming to stop them. Was that what he had heard earlier… those gunshots. It wasn’t hard to come to the conclusion that if they remained here any longer they’d more than likely be killed on the spot.

Still listening to the man told them all to follow him, to trust him… Ianto wasn’t to sure, what if this was just a trap to lure them out and they’d be killed as soon as he had them where he wanted them. But what other choice did they really have? It wasn’t like any of them had, had thought up any ideas what so ever as to getting out of here… either way he went about it there was a good chance they would end up just as dead as if they hadn’t taken off their collars… at least this way, there was still the chance they’d end up dead of course—but maybe… just maybe…

Listening as Lucy spoke; Ianto blinked again glancing over the group of students before sighing and lifting himself from his spot. Taking his rifle into his hand and stepping out, “Well I’m going with him.” He said, glancing back to the other two with a shrug of his shoulders. “After all, like Lucy said… we got to take the risk. What other choice do we have left anymore?”


Izzy glanced around somewhat, slightly unsure of everything as everyone started moving about with the appearance and words of the so-called government agent before he took off. Pondering too over her options before some already seemed to be leaving, listening as Lucy and then Ianto spoke and clutching at her side she found herself giving a little sigh. Glancing toward Dorian who seemed rather distracted by someone, smiling a little before glancing over toward where Adam had ended up and stepping away from where she had placed herself and moving over toward where Ianto had been standing near the entrance.

“Alright, I’m going with… come on before we lose the guy.”

[[ Ianto and Izzy continued with Garnett… ]]
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February 11th, 2009, 12:31 am #49

This was complete and utter bullshit. Yes Alex had his collar off, but they were still royally fucked. Neil Sinclair and Adam Dodd were with them. Danya would find out their collars were off, and he'd kill them all.

"No." Alex muttered to himself.

He wouldn't be grouped in with them. He didn't care if they re-collared him now, it was better to go back to the game and try to survive than have Danya hunt him down. Not to mention this would put his family at risk.

There was an interruption by a man claiming to work for the US Government and that the terrorists already did know they were "free". He beckoned them to come with him, and Alex watched as some of his fellow students left.

"No! Fuck that. Don't any of you realize if we leave this island we'll be hunted down? We can't run from these people god damn it. No one can! They'll come after you. They'll come after our families. WE CANNOT ESCAPE THEM!!" Alex shouted to the group that had not left yet.

He was pissed beyond belief now. They were just sheep, and he would not be led astray like the rest of them.

"Fuck this. How do you know for sure he's with the US? I'll bet you he IS a terrorist for fuck sakes. I'm not going anywhere near where he is," Alex yelled as he began to walk away from the group in the opposite direction, "I'm going back to the fucking game. I'll get my collar put back on, and I'll win it. Then I can go home and not have MOTHERFUCKING TERRORIST HUNTING ME DOWN!"

Alex got to the end of the armory boundary where the jungle began. He looked back at the group of his classmates who were on the opposite side of the area.

"Fuck them."

"Yes..fuck them."

"Who the..."

Alex never finished the sentence for right then and there a bullet was put through his forehead.

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February 11th, 2009, 12:41 am #50

Konrad's Squad 1 had reached the armory first. Radio communication had been quiet back from the base, and aside from overhearing the other squad's ran into some trouble kids as well there was complete silence. That is until the sound of someone yelling filled the air.

"Squad down! Be ready," Konrad said, beckoning his squad to hit the deck, "Base this Konrad, we've got a possible down at the armory coming this way. Please advise on level of force to be used."

"Base to Konrad. You've been given a green light to shoot the one coming your way, but do not shoot the group if you find them. We need as many of them alive as we can for questioning.

"Confirmed."

The yelling turned out to have come from a boy who Dave Konrad recognized from the website photos as Alex Miller. The boy seemed to be under the impression that he would be thrown back into the game if he turned himself into the terrorists. He was ready to completely sell out his friends for his own gain. It was nearly admirable.

"Yes...fuck them." Konrad said as the boy turned back around.

Once again the gun popped and a small smoke trail came from the barrel as Alex Miller fell to the ground.

"Squad move." Konrad barked.

The squad moved out of the brush and into the open at the one end of the armory, and there they were. The group of students that they were looking for. They weren't dead, they were alive after all.

"All of you freeze right now or you will be shot!" Konrad roared.

"This squad 1 to all others, we have the group of kids corned at the armory, no Garnett in sight. We need assistance." He radioed.
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