Nancy Fletcher, the sister of B027 Theodore Fletcher, stared at her computer screen with the blank stare of a thousand statues or something. Theo was a better writer than her; she didn't get any of that frilly shit.
Theo. He was on SotF. It was bizarre. Her older brother, on SotF. Almost like a joke, like "oh, you met Pete Rose? Well, I know a guy who was on SOTF!". It was funny, really, that she was being crushed in agony by the despair.
Nancy's big brother and his class had vanished a month ago. It'd been supposedly a plane crash, but Nancy had always held sneaking suspicion. She wasn't the type to trust what people said blindly; she believed she was smarter than that. Still, the mourning took roughly a month, during which she tried to accept it as an accident.
Then the news came in; the live stream circulated the net, everyone was talking about it, because it was fucking Aurora on the channel.
And Nancy died a little inside.
She didn't cry, though. She couldn't cry; the mourning was over. Her brother was still alive, too; that helped. She got a chance to see him one last time. Maybe he'd escape! Maybe he'd win, or something and he'd live and she could see him again in person.
She'd gotten the girl's letter shortly after, and been struck by it's harshness. She knew the girl wasn't a player, so she hasn't expected it to be so bitchy! She was stricken by indecisiveness though; on one hand, she would be supporting the terrorists who did this horrible act, if the girl was correct, if she watched it. On the other? There was no. Fucking. Way. She wasn't going to have a chance to say goodbye to her brother.
She sat, staring blankly at the screen like a stern statue. That sounded better. She should write an autobiography one day, where she describes how this played out from her perspective. But that was rushing it again. She needed to decide, now, if Theo's last moments on the island would be worth her viewing.
She clicked the link on the screen, leading to a page collecting the video. There were already dozens of videos, each labeled with different student names and areas and times. She scrolled around it for a bit, until she found it.
THEODORE FLETCHER; B027 START (Peak Clearing, 8:57 AM).
She clicked it and began to watch.
She felt no guilt.
Shot a boy but he lived.
That was good.
"Christ help me."
He shot a girl.
Gunned her down and stole her shit like a psychotic sicko or something
Nancy wasn't sure how to feel.
Theo was addressing her.
She deserved a better big brother?
Hell yeah, she did. Why was he killing?
He apologized to the family.
What was wrong with him.
Why would he do this.
No. Unacceptable, Theodore Fletcher.
"Don't you do this to me."
Did she want him to come home?
Did she ever want to see him alive and well after this?
Was he in the right?
Killing was a perverse act.
Theo was wrong.
He shouldn't have killed the girl.
How dare he.
She wondered if he deserved to die for this.
Nancy kept watching.