A Moment Remembered

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November 13th, 2010, 3:09 pm #1

((Sarah Atwell continued from Heartbeat Symphony))

Her footsteps pounded through her body as she ran up the slope towards the slowly moving figure climbing ever so slowly towards something unknown. Her mind raced, thoughts torn away from the filming the island. Something hammered at her brain, crying out as if from a great distance. The figure was getting closer. Sarah didn't cry out or yell to get their attention it was, simply, enough to follow for now. The rough brown on brown of the mountain encompassed much of the scenery and soon the figure was in talking distance. Sarah pace slowed, her feet suddenly heavy on the firm ground, each footstep now slow and purposeful, as if weighted down by a long forgotten memory, of a time long ago. The figure hadn't spotted her yet, busy doing something.

"Sarah Atwell I presume?"

"Oh Hey"


Sarah had always liked people. She got along well with most that she talked to and they in return were almost always friendly to her. She always wanted to do something with people and film was an avenue that fascinated her. When you captured someone on film and spent hours looking at their face it was like you truly could see who that person really was. Every line on their face a story, every movement a tale. Things like that help you remember.

Remember.

Her pace slowed again. This time to a halt. The figure had stopped what they were doing and began to turn around. Sarah brushed a stray hair from in front of her face, her features scrunched in an expression of concentration as if trying to remember something very important that kept darting away a second before she could grasp it. Slowly she put her hand up, as if to wave, but paused, her mouth open on the brink of saying something although nothing escaped her lips.

I'm forgetting something. Whatever it is, it's here.
Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

William 'Woozie' Wu - "Hey Pheebs, you're amazing babe."

V4
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The Lost...
B046 Jason Harris - "Hey mates, you guys ready to do this?" >>> "Listen mate, we gotta group up, play smart" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - END

...and the Damned
B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED
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November 13th, 2010, 11:05 pm #2

(Alice Boucher continued from Heartbeat Symphony)

Alice huffed up the mountain, holding the gun in a sweating palm. Cock the gun. Shoot her. Cock the gun.

But no. She wanted to catch up with Sarah. She wanted to be with Sarah. Be safe. Have people fear to come near her, because she was with a killer--if Alice Boucher had been alone, who knows what those boys on the cliff would have done--

But was Sarah going lucid? Her running was lopsided. She seemed spacey. What if she went lucid? She would become less dangerous--Alice would be free. But then Alice would be alone. Sarah wouldn't trust her. Killer. And those boys on the cliff might come back, try and kill her, because she had killed Brock, and she didn't look very dangerous alone, with her loafers and her skirt and her prim hairband…

Augh!

Alice could see who Sarah was following now. A boy? A boy. Chris Carlson. Alice didn't like Chris Carlson. He was egotistical and argumentative. A perfect American. The sort of person who would be the-boy-you-love-to-hate on a TV show like this. Either die early or become a hero later on.

Well, if Sarah had her way, "die early" it would be. Alice told herself she didn't mind. He was always an asshole anyway.

Chris Carlson

Something was niggling at the back of her mind about that name. A memory. She could taste the memory. Something was wrong here…

No. She needed to concentrate. Keep walking. Catch up to Sarah. Be her assistant. Make sure everything was okay.

If I'm with her, all I have to fear is her. Then I'm fine.

As fine as one was on the island anyway. As in, assistant to a psycho-killer.

Life is strange. I'll be adaptable.

Still, hurrying with the gun in her hand, something bugged her about the boy.
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Alice Boucher was a liar.
Liz Polanski played with fire.

And who the hell is Radio Asuka?
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November 16th, 2010, 12:38 am #3

((Christopher Carlson continued from The Moon is Laughing at You))

I hate this fucking pack.

This was the mantra Chris kept up in his mind for an entire day of walking. It wasn't that heavy, but the balance was awkward and made it uncomfortable to lug around. He felt like a zombie; he barely rested on the third day of his personal hell, just kept walking. He didn't even think to pull out his compass. He figured he would head toward the mountain and try to clear his head up in the cool air. Of course, walking with nothing but a landmark wasn't the easiest way to get around. Without knowing it, he ended up walking in circles in the forest and losing track of time. Then suddenly, it was night.

He fell into a deep, almost dead sleep with his daypack as a pillow. When he got back up, he felt something digging into his skull from where he rolled over. He fished around in his pack, finding a little circular object. His compass.

Motherfuck, I still had this thing?

With his sense of direction firmly set and half a loaf of bread in his stomach, he was off.

He had been in the mountains a couple times. Driven through the Appalachians, hundreds to thousands of feet above the ground. But the Appalachians were nothing like this; it was a lone, brown peak. A sparse rock providing a sharp contrast to the mostly flat grass and treelines he had seen.

The path up was rugged, almost like a well-worn path trod into the ground eons ago that had been vaguely smoothed out by the modern inhabitants, wherever they went. The rocks were murder on his feet, and as he reached the halfway mark he finally stopped, practically collapsing on a rock.

Something whirred.

His head snapped toward the noise, and his eye caught a tiny motion just ahead and above him. Somehow, he had never seen these before. During all his time on the island, he had been so preoccupied that he never once noticed them.

He guessed this one was sensitive to motion, as now the lens was staring straight at him. A single black eye looking him right in the face.

He didn't know where it came from, but a sudden surge of anger hit. In one swift motion, he bent down, scooped up a rock, got to his feet, and hurled it with all his might.

"GRAAAAGH!"

It missed, of course. He was never an accurate thrower, and the rock simply smacked into the stony face a foot to the left of the camera. There was a light puff of dust from the impact, and then the fist-sized chunk of silicate rolled down the slope and out of sight.

Chris paused, panting and sweating. He was exhausted, mentally and physically. He wanted no more to do with this damn contest. Whether by death, escape, or survival, he just wanted off this damn island. He was hot, tired, and drained. He had witnessed one of the most brutal accidental deaths known to mankind. He popped a guy in the head with brass knuckles and barely made a dent. What the fuck kind of chance did he have?

The same rage welled up again, and with a loud grunt he turned and kicked the boulder he had been sitting on. Precariously close to the edge, his powerful legs sent the huge ball of stone over the edge and down to a distant thud below.

And that was that. He fell to his ass, head hanging between his knees, and sighed.
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18:38 GeneralGoose yep. having sex with trees is SOOOO me
20:36 Ella I have had several threesomes with teddy bears
13:41 Ruggadance THIS IS DIFFERENT AMPUTEE SEX
21:09 Bake I'll nom her.
13:16 Ruggasexy I SAW THE SEXY STRIPPER PICTURES BEFORE I KNEW OUR ROOM WAS FULL OF SEX TOYS AND LINGERIE
22:53 Ruggadressed You've got to be like Brosidon, king of the brocean
11 GeneralGoose [516] [1288] [267] 2086 Geno, remember when I told you sleep was a capitalist scam?
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November 16th, 2010, 10:39 am #4

The rock fell short of camera but the thud of the stone snapped Sarah out of her haze. Her face contorted in a caricature of fury and she whirled on Alice snatching the gun out of her hands. "Give me that!" she snarled, marching towards Chris. Yelling at him while marching furiously forward she bellowed at the top of her lungs. "What do you think you are doing! Those things are expensive." Hoisting the gun up she aimed down the sight and pulled the trigger.


Click.


Sarah's expression changed to puzzlement for a brief second as she turned the gun on the side and let out an exasperated sigh and quickly pushed down on the safety. Chris was less than 100 feet away now and was sitting down, apparently oblivious of the threat he was now facing. A sitting duck. Lining him up in her sights she squeezed the trigger once more.

BLAM

The recoil was more than she expected and pistol jerked upwards sending her stumbling back for a second. Her foot found its grounding, near a ledge, precariously close and she glanced up to ascertain if she managed to hit Chris. He was gone. A now familiar sound of footsteps moving closer made her heart hit the roof of her chest.

"I..."









Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

William 'Woozie' Wu - "Hey Pheebs, you're amazing babe."

V4
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The Lost...
B046 Jason Harris - "Hey mates, you guys ready to do this?" >>> "Listen mate, we gotta group up, play smart" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - END

...and the Damned
B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED
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November 16th, 2010, 7:07 pm #5

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For all his love of guns, Chris had never actually fired one in his life.

He had been around a few gunshots, including a lot of blank guns for stage shows, but he had never gotten the chance to fire one. He wanted to make sure that when he finally bought one or got taken shooting, he would know how to work whatever he was given right out of the car. So he almost obsessively learned the trade; more than almost any kid in Bayview, he could tell you the exact difference between every type of gun, explain how to load and fire anything from an old matchlock musket to an HK416 assault rifle, and be appropriately exasperated when a video game or movie got something wrong.

And never, EVER call a magazine a "clip" around him.

So when he turned at the sound of footsteps and saw, of all people, his prom date running up the hill after him and berating him about expensive rocks, he was caught slightly off-guard at the appearence of a gun in his face. The sheer shock of being threatened threw his body into fight or flight, not giving his brain enough time to express joy, then fear at the sudden coming of a girl he knew so well.

He instinctively ducked to the side as she raised the gun and pulled the trigger. He didn't see much detail; it was a Smith & Wesson Sigma 40P handgun, but unless he actually looked at the slide he wouldn't know. All he could see was, judging from the small size, it was probably 9x19mm Parabellum. Not the top manstopper in the world, but it would certainly stop him.

Needless to say, he didn't expect to see Sarah looking so frustrated with the gun. As she turned the gun to the side at the sudden stiffness of the trigger, he recognized the tell-tale sign of someone flipping the safety off. One of the best things about knowing when your opponent is going to shoot is knowing when to dodge. As the gun lowered to point at his half-bent form once more, he dove to the right, bracing himself against the mountainside.

BLAM

The report of the gun was followed by his ears ringing. He flinched, one hand going slightly up to his ear in pain. It would take another 30 or 40 years to notice, but he had definitely lost some of his hearing. He also knew that he would need to act NOW to keep himself from getting a new bellybutton or nostril. Considering Sarah's aim, probably the former.

He pushed off the rocky face with one hand and lunged forward, passing through the acrid cloud of smoke and aiming for the gun. He had remembered something from a self-defense book that gave the account of Kip Kinkel's rampage at Thurston High School; Jake Ryker -- acting with a bravery almost unheard of at his age -- tackled the bastard. He had tried to push Kip's Glock out of battery by grabbing the slide and shoving it back to keep the gun from firing. He didn't grab it right, but he did manage to push the plastic pistol out of the way and avoid taking a fatal wound.

Chris had MUCH more luck on his side than Jacob Ryker. His left hand shot up and grabbed the shining target, pulling it back as far as it could go. A tiny gold sheen appeared in the corner of his eye; the cartridge in the chamber being ejected and clinking its way down to the base of the mountain.

His right hand, meanwhile flew into Sarah's chest. He felt a twinge of shame and embarassment at copping a feel, but that thought was overridden by the fact that this girl was pointing a gun at him and trying to kill him. A survival grope, if you will.

And thus the prom couple went tumbling to the ground, landing with a thud. Sarah absorbed most of the impact, and was BARELY enough to keep him from knocking the wind out of himself. It wasn't the best tactic to disable yourself while attacking an opponent. Had this been a situational comedy, his girlfriend would have walked in at this point and discovered him in a highly compromising position. Not being a situational comedy, he ignored the fact that he was as close to Sarah as humanly possible and reached over to tug the gun from her hand.

Chris had the gun in his right hand, perfectly positioned to shoot anyone in front of him. Sarah wasn't in front of him, though. She was under him. It turned into a lame struggle to point the gun at her head, all the while every nerve in his body screaming NO. And then, the cold steel of the barrel was against her temple.

What do you do when you have to kill a beautiful girl that just tried to murder you? When your prom date goes nuts and shoots at you? When you've never purposefully injured a woman in your life?

Nothing.

And that's exactly what Chris Carlson's trigger finger did.
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Christopher Carlson: B052
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Jake Crimson: B084 (Adopted)
Weapons: Cinderblock

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Clayton Leven: B050
Weapons: Handcuffs
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18:38 GeneralGoose yep. having sex with trees is SOOOO me
20:36 Ella I have had several threesomes with teddy bears
13:41 Ruggadance THIS IS DIFFERENT AMPUTEE SEX
21:09 Bake I'll nom her.
13:16 Ruggasexy I SAW THE SEXY STRIPPER PICTURES BEFORE I KNEW OUR ROOM WAS FULL OF SEX TOYS AND LINGERIE
22:53 Ruggadressed You've got to be like Brosidon, king of the brocean
11 GeneralGoose [516] [1288] [267] 2086 Geno, remember when I told you sleep was a capitalist scam?
24 Crash [165] [697] 873 wild, unbridled, rampaging weasel lust
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November 17th, 2010, 10:30 am #6

Chris was fast and strong. Unlike Brock he didn't just charge at her in a rage, his movements were balanced, planned and coordinated. Before she even knew it the gun was out of her hands and pressed firmly against her head. She shut her eyes tightly. This was it, end of the line. Roll the credits. The warm steel against her temple bearing an uncomfortable reminder of her imminent death. She waited, her mind too far gone to think about friends or family, to worry about what others would think or how they would react. Her mind blank, numb, her only regret not doing more.

So she waited



and waited.



It never came.

Sarah's eyes fluttered open. She could hear Chris' laboured breathing and still feel the cooling barrel of the gun pressed against her. Chris had done everything right. Everything but one thing. He hadn't pulled the trigger. Sarah let out a peel of laughter as understanding dawned on her. He didn't have the guts. "Oh sweetie. Chris. That is so sweet." Her hands slipped in to her pocket, slowly, carefully. She had done this before. It wasn't old hat, but something she knew how to do now. The cool comforting feeling of her bloodstained scalpel rushed through her hand, up her arm.

"Chris, darling. Didn't get get the memo?" The scalpel was now gripped firmly in her right hand. The position Chris had her in was great for him apart from allowing her full motion of her right arm.

"I suppose I should tell you." Sarah spun and plunged the scalpel in to Chris' chest, reeling away from the boy, her friend once upon a time, away from the precarious edge of the nearby cliff. She laughed again as she cried out to Chris.

"Baby, Chivalry is dead!"
Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

William 'Woozie' Wu - "Hey Pheebs, you're amazing babe."

V4
[+] spoiler
The Lost...
B046 Jason Harris - "Hey mates, you guys ready to do this?" >>> "Listen mate, we gotta group up, play smart" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - END

...and the Damned
B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED
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November 17th, 2010, 7:34 pm #7

The feeling was odd.

It felt like a combination of a punch and a pinprick. At least at first. It was like the time he stepped on a sewing needle as a kid; it went straight through his foot, missing all the nerves. Only caused a little pain.

Suddenly, all the wind was knocked out of him. His breath disappeared in one gasp, and his chest seized up. As he rolled off of the smiling young girl, he felt something rubbing against his ribs. His finger tightened, too late.

BAM

His ears were ringing again. The gun jerked, his hand too numb to hold it, and it limply clattered to the ground. The nine millimeter copper-jacketed piece of lead was never seen again; it smacked into the side of the infirmary far below, flattening into a little pockmark that would barely be noticed.

His hands groped for his chest, blindly searching for an answer to this feeling. They touched warm steel, and he tilted his head to look.

A scalpel.

It had gone in deep; it slid straight through the ribs and into his heart.

Now the pain was coming back. A sharp, twisting pain. Burning. A never-ending fire.

He knew he wasn't going to be coming back from this. He'd never get to his bandages in time, and it would only delay the inevitable. He couldn't do anything but solve the immediate problem.

Kill Sarah Atwell.

Getting up was an amazing feat. It felt like all of his bones were disconnected from the muscles, muscles disconnected from the nerves. Nothing was working right. It was like moving underwater while half-asleep.

Somehow, he made it. The shining handle was protruding from his chest like an exclamation mark on his vanishing life. He knew it was a stupid idea, one that would kill him faster. But he had no choice. You can't kill someone with your bare hands.

The scalpel came out.

More pain, almost dropping him. Blood spurted from the wound, staining his shirt. It spattered into a few red drops on the gravel. He could feel the warm fluid seeping down his chest and stomach, his heart starting to beat slower and slower. Each beat thudded in his ears, pushing more blood from the hole.

"You....."

He stumbled a few steps forward. The blade, already covered in dried blood, was slick with crimson once more. A stain on a stain.

"Fucking......kill you......."

Another step. His knee failed him. Gravity took hold and he fell, barely catching himself on his red palms. He made it back to his feet.

He grunted and fell to his knees once more. The scalpel dropped to the ground, a light thud in his ears. Thought was becoming harder. He was tired. The pain was fading.

He tried to get up again. He failed. He fell forward, landing flat on his stomach. His head tilted to the side, he looked out on the blue sky, level with him now. His eyes started to close.

Darkness overtook him.

Christopher Carlson fell asleep.


B52: Christopher Carlson - Dead
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Weapons: Cinderblock

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Weapons: Handcuffs
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18:38 GeneralGoose yep. having sex with trees is SOOOO me
20:36 Ella I have had several threesomes with teddy bears
13:41 Ruggadance THIS IS DIFFERENT AMPUTEE SEX
21:09 Bake I'll nom her.
13:16 Ruggasexy I SAW THE SEXY STRIPPER PICTURES BEFORE I KNEW OUR ROOM WAS FULL OF SEX TOYS AND LINGERIE
22:53 Ruggadressed You've got to be like Brosidon, king of the brocean
11 GeneralGoose [516] [1288] [267] 2086 Geno, remember when I told you sleep was a capitalist scam?
24 Crash [165] [697] 873 wild, unbridled, rampaging weasel lust
00:07 BetaKnight open wounds and fecal matter is a no-no
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November 17th, 2010, 9:26 pm #8

No. No. No no nonononono!

Sarah had grabbed the gun out of her hand. For all the talk of how guns were so 2005, she needed one now, apparently, because there was some intruder. Some intruder throwing expensive rocks.

She had eaten up Alice's lie about onlookers, the price being now that she assumed anyone throwing rocks was sabotaging her set. Alice spent too long a time wondering if there was a way to convince Sarah that (because they were, after all, on a set) the "onlookers" were the sort of people you were supposed to chase away and threaten to sue, not shoot.

After all, she thought the 'actors' were wearing prosthetics.

And then she thought of Brock, and her stomach twisted again, and she realized she had been thinking too long. Because Sarah was firing.

"No!"

Too much noise. No one heard her. She took a breath to shout louder.

But now she had to jump back because Chris Carlson had landed on Sarah Atwell, grabbing her breast with one hand and (how did he do that?) ejecting the cartridge with the other. And his hand and her hand were tugging for the gun, both sweating, something grittier and more intense than Alice had ever seen. And she backed away, almost to the cliff's edge, and her only thought was I want to go home!

Marie Boucher had been right. Alice was prey.

But now was no time to think about her mother, because Chris finally, finally had the gun pointed to Sarah's head, metal touching the temple, and for once Alice was glad boys were traditionally stronger than girls, because he was going to kill her. And then Alice would be okay.

Kill her! Kill her please! I don't want to be with her anymore! Please! I don't deserve it! But kill her! She's a danger to everyone!

Not aloud. Too much to say aloud. Not yet. Back away…

And Chris's trigger finger did nothing, and that's when Alice remembered what she should have remembered a long time ago about Sarah Atwell and Chris Carlson.

Chris was Sarah's prom date. And he couldn't shoot her.

No! Please! I need her to die! I can't do this anymore!

But his finger was stopped, and there was this awful, pleading look in his eyes.

No!

Sarah's hands were going into her pocket. "Oh sweetie. Chris. That is so sweet."

Nononononono! She'll kill you! Don't you see?

The scalpel was now in her hand. She had full motion of her right arm.

I don't want to do this anymore! I don't want to do this! You have to kill her, you have to kill her, don't you see what's shining in her right hand?

"I suppose I should tell you." Pretty girl, graceful girl, she spun and plunged the scalpel into his chest. "Baby, Chivalry is dead!"

"No!"

Alice couldn't keep the word from coming out this time. She stepped back again, knees wobbling, bile coming into her throat.

And Sarah was looking at her, and she froze. And watched.

Chris took a long time to die. Bewilderment, first, looking at the scalpel in his chest, standing up shakily, the gun clattering from his hand. Bewilderment to dread, and with resolve Alice couldn't drum up the imaginings of, he pulled the scalpel out of his heart. Walking towards Sarah.

"You…fucking…kill you…."

And Alice let off one last prayer, frozen like a child playing tag.

Please…

And then he fell. And Alice fell after him, her wobbling knees giving out, hitting the ground with a crackling thud that mirrored Chris's own fall. The gun was close to her, so close, and Sarah was looking at her, and the pack swung forward from her back.

Baby, Chivalry is dead!

How much did she know? How much did she remember? How could she hold these two fantasies at once--these kids she went to prom with, the actors in her movie? Did she think Chris was nothing more than a prop now, a two-bit actor replaced by a rubber dummy and fake blood?

You killed Brock. You aren't human now either.

Did Sarah think of her as an actor too, replaceable when the drama was ripe? Were they actor-directors all? Foucault, fuck you Foucault, I don't need you now with your questions about our roles in the world and your distressing predictions about reality and information, reality isn't what we make it, reality is solid, there are things that are real there is real and in the real world people are dead and I won't--

I won't delude myself, and I won't forget it. I may be a spineless killer, but I know the world around me, and I won't look away now. I can't make this more comfortable for myself by pretending.

Her eyes were warm. She was thinking about the gratuitous violence in American movies (perhaps that desensitized people) and she was thinking about personal weakness and she was wondering if the God she'd never really prayed to was punishing her for ignorance by making her a coward who hadn't managed to delude herself yet.

Coward. Coward. Coward.

Chris's body. Brock's body. You let them die so you might live.

Coward! What are you worth that you aren't they?

And her hands moved to the pack, to take out the camera, and the part of her that wanted to survive was telling her, telling her how to lie, how to be the obedient assistant again, and her hands moved, one hand to the camera, one hand to the fallen gun, and maybe there was a rationale here, maybe there was a plan, but the words didn't come and Alice Boucher didn't say a thing.
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Liz Polanski played with fire.

And who the hell is Radio Asuka?
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November 19th, 2010, 8:01 am #9

Sarah watched Chris stumble and flail silently, every bone in her body aware of Alice standing behind her, once again a silent spectator, taking a part in a horrific act of murder and betrayal. Sarah was reminded in that moment of something Mr Kwong had once said to her when she asked why many film makers just simply watched when tragedies occured. He had turned to her and smiled a sad smile, as if passing on a piece of great wisdom at great cost to himself. "All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing." Her mind flickered to wondering where Mr Kwong was right now. Her teacher...

Her eyes flickered back to Chris, gasping his last, collapsed, his breathing short and shallow.

Chris.

There's something I'm forgetting.

"Something for the yearbook - the year book?"

What was it. It was something very important, off the set. She wanted to remember, she needed to remember.

"well after I graduate, I'll be hitting a party or two and heading off to the University of Central Florida"

"After I graduate."


There's something I'm forgetting

It was on the tip of her tongue, the memory the key piece of information staring her right in the face. Sarah blinked. It was staring her right in the face. Chris. Chris' body, blood slowly pooling from the wound, a look, not of serenity but of someone fighting for their life to the very last breath. A... actor? No. A classmate... a friend.

"It will be aired at the end of school trip. Sooooo much fun"

Something broke through.

Blood. Gas. Gunfire. Darkness. The Infirmary, her collar. Paige, Robert Jenkins. A Gunshot, the blood.

The Blood.

Eve, the cliffs. The blood.

"Survival of the Fittest Kids!"

Lily, Miranda, A spurt of blood. Brock, pain in the ribs, a gunshot, ears ringing. More Blood.

Chris, A Scalpel.

Chris.

""Since I don't have a date for prom, do you think I could go with you and your friends?"

Chris.

Everything seemed jumbled for the briefest of instants. Out of place, making no sense, and then as if a switch was flipped it came together, forming a picture, horrific and monstrous in its clarity and somewhere behind a figure laughing evilly. Sarah's face fell, her eyes wide open in realisation and abject horror. Her mouth opened and she screamed.

A hot flood of tears rushing down her face, falling to her knees.

Sarah Atwell, now back in the realm of the sane screamed.




Sickness: Partially suicidal... very slightly because of my report, but mostly because Jason is dead. All of my personal issues stem from the fact that Jason Harris did not win SotF v4

William 'Woozie' Wu - "Hey Pheebs, you're amazing babe."

V4
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The Lost...
B046 Jason Harris - "Hey mates, you guys ready to do this?" >>> "Listen mate, we gotta group up, play smart" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - END

...and the Damned
B091 Phillip Ward - "If I play badly I'll pick a fight in the third, just to get into a fight" >>> "You're not on the team, you're dead." 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - DECEASED
G037 Sarah Atwell - "Any message for the class of 2009?" >>> "I wanted to be behind the camera" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - DECEASED
B053 Teo Weinstock - "Yay for Teo! I've got this." >>> "Life is a competition, one I'm going to win" 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - DECEASED
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November 23rd, 2010, 7:39 am #10

Nothing is more important about the quantum principle than this, that it destroys the concept of the world as 'sitting out there', with the observer safely separated from it by a twenty centimeter slab of plate glass. Even to observe so minuscule an object as an electron, we must shatter the glass.

Alice picked up the gun.

Not doing this anymore. I am not doing this.

And looking down at Chris Carlson, she knew she had done something right.

She wasn't sure if the gun was loaded. The chamber could click. This would have to be enough. Maybe it would scare her away, even if it wasn't loaded. Maybe she'd try to shoot, and nothing would happen, and Sarah would grab her, and there'd be a scalpel--

It's better than what I've been doing until now.

And that, sharp as glass in her throat, was true.

She was glad whatever bravery she had had decided to make a resurgence. Better late than never. Of course, if it could have done it when Brock was still alive she would have been grateful--

Don't think about that.

Thinking about Brock just made her stomach twist even more. Unfortunately whatever bravery she had did not come with detachment, and the blood--no!

Chris was in front of her, right now. And Sarah. Sarah who she had to stop.

Somehow…

Raise the gun. Do it. Do it. You are not the assistant. This is no movie. And you are not prey. You will not sacrifice others to save yourself. Not now, not more. You will not help this monster.

You are a human, and you will remain so.

And other thoughts. Drifting around her head, fast and unmoored. Mama, Papa…the last time I saw you will be the last. I know that now. I will not survive. I killed a boy. I'll understand if you can never forgive me. But I will try and earn your forgiveness. I will earn it through this.

And looking at Chris, simply looking at Chris, seeing the blood, and seeing him die, seeing the blood, and seeing him die, killing him like barbarians there will be no more violence like this. This is unacceptable.

Mama, Papa, whatever gods protect the secular now, give me strength…

And she raised the gun.

"No more of this."

And Sarah screamed.
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Alice Boucher was a liar.
Liz Polanski played with fire.

And who the hell is Radio Asuka?
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