((Alex Rasputin continued from Feeling Kind of Anxious
((Any GMing on Kitty by me was pre-approved by Ciel))
((Sorry for the delay. I lost this post once, and managed to cut my thumb and index finger on a push-pin. How? I don't really know. Also, long post is long.))
...Does this road ever end?
Alex Rasputin was beginning to feel the strain of running across the seemingly endless dirt road that stretched across the island. It had been only a short while since the incident at the cliffs, and he was now considerably tired from the ordeal. Distance running wasn't something Alex was too much into anymore, on account of the fact that he'd lost a good chunk of his left big toe. It didn't hinder him too much, but running for too long hurt quite a bit.
Luckily, it seemed that the road (or rather, trail - it was too narrow to drive anything larger than an ATV down) would finally come to an end. Where it ended, though...
"A fairground? What the fuck?"
Most of the rides had rusted and broken down, and the dilapidated stands where games once stood were now torn apart and were in the process of being slowly consumed by the elements. Carnivals were fucking scary in the first place - an old, abandoned carnival full of heavily armed and paranoid teenagers was just terrifying. The relative quiet brought on by Alex's sudden stop at the fairground made it all the worse. Judging from the voices he heard faintly, there were most likely people inside of the fairground, but he wasn't about to chance an encounter with Bayview High School's more psychotic students.
Breathing heavily, Alex opted to take a break against a tree at the side of the road. While Alex was known for not being afraid of much, being in SOTF was something that nobody was really prepared for. Sure, he could kick someone's ass if he needed to. He'd done it before. But nobody was coming at him with knives and guns before. It wasn't like his life was on the line when he'd gotten in fights at home.
As he held his head in his hands, trying to catch his breath, he was reminded of the decently-sized gash across his face. Eric's knife didn't cut too deep, but deep enough to draw a nasty amount of blood. It had since caked and dried on his face, and felt a bit awkward. It scraped off his face pretty easily, but Alex wasn't really in the business of opening old wounds. The daypack, with a hastily stenciled BO45
on the front of it, contained meager supplies. Alex began digging through it, removing the more useless items and trying to lessen what he had to carry with him on the island. Stuff like the sweater he'd brought along, and the food rations could stay - things like a manual titled "YOUR BAT AND YOU!"
would not. The crackers and water bottle were packed at the very bottom. Which meant that the crackers were now mostly crushed. Less than pleased, Alex quickly retreived the watter bottle from the pack, and opened it with the familiar plastic snap.
"Hooray, Aquafina. The fina-est Aqua around."
This shit tastes of plastic and nasty. What kind of sick fucks are these people, giving us Aquafina... Jesus.
After taking a few quick gulps, he poured a bit of it on his hand, then began to rub the blood off of his face. It came off pretty easily, and the lukewarm water woke him up from the slight stupor he'd fell into while he ran blindly across the island.
Alex would've liked to end up at somewhere a little more useful, and less creepy. Maybe a warehouse full of food and weapons? Hell, maybe an airstrip with a plane that would just fly him right off the island. That would be nice. But no, he had to end up at a fairground where he was now legitimately concerned a clown was going to claw it's way out of the carousel and eat his soul. All thanks to that Stephen King miniseries that his Dad watched, he now was terrified of clowns.
Even worse was the fact that should a deranged clown, or more likely a deraged student of Bayview High were to emerge from the fair, Alex only had a metal baseball bat to defend himself with. It was decently heavy, and pretty hard, and there's no doubt he could take someone down with it. But if someone had a gun, or even got a lucky shot with a knife - he would be dead. People always assumed Alex was just another big stupid jock, and sometimes he sounded like it; it still felt like an insult that they gave him basically the equivalent of a club to defend himself with.
Closing the half-empty water bottle, Alex got up off of the tree. Break time was over. The longer he stood tiredly in one place, the more likely someone was going to pop out from the bushes and murder him; or, Danya would make the area a danger zone, and Alex would then have to worry about his head spontaneously exploding. Oh, the day-to-day life of a Bayview Senior. Alex zipped up the much lighter pack, grabbed the bat, and began to walk back up the road. He passed a slight diversion in the path a little ways down - it was worth taking a look at.
As he was about to leave, however, the strong, sickly smell of cigarettes caught his attention. Out of either curiosity or stupidity (or both) Alex turned around and began once again towards the fairground. As he turned a corner around the carousel, he saw a glint of blue hair.
Oh, you're fucking kidding me!
To Alex's suprise, what he saw was not a cigarette-smoking clown, but a small, frail looking girl with blue hair. She was taking a drag of a cigarette, and had her back to Alex. She didn't seem to notice that he was there.
What mainly caught his attention now, aside from her hair, was the fact that she appeared to be holding a grenade. A legitimate, honest-to-goodness grenade. A weapon that was dangerous enough to make his baseball bat look as threatening as a toothpick. Something that took little skill to use and could not only kill multiple people at the same time, but it would send everyone else running. And it was in possession of a girl who was nearly a foot shorter than he was, and looked like a strong gust of wind could knock her over. To use a cliche, it would be like taking candy from a baby.
As terrible a thought it was to rob this girl of her only way of defending herself, it was neccessary. Alex wasn't sure if he had, in fact, killed Eric Lorenz at the cliffs. If he did, the terrorists would announce him as a killer across the entire island, and Alex would become a very large target. It wasn't like they would tell everyone on the island that he didn't intend to kill Eric - they would applaud him for it. If that happened, some kind of weapon other than a baseball bat would be very, very helpful. From what he saw, it didn't look like Eric was getting up any time soon.
So Alex stood behind this blue haired girl. Her name escaped him, but he had definitely seen her around the school. It wasn't like it really mattered anyway. On the island, they were just numbers, really. Or at least, that was an easier way for Alex to see it.
She was about forty feet away - it would be simple to cover the distance before she noticed him running towards her. A shot from the bat to her back could wind her. Once she fell over, Alex could simply take the grenades and keep running. It would be simple. Hopefully.
If I don't do it now I'll miss my chance. Without some kind of weapon, it'll be a fucking hard time fighting anybody who's got half a mind to hurt me.
It didn't feel right, but it was Survival of the "Fittest" after all. His life was now completely his responsibility. No one was out to save Alex, and when that announcement came on, his peers would be out to kill him. He dug his heel into the dirt, and broke out into a run, the bat ready to strike.
Alex covered the distance before the blue-haired girl even had a chance to turn around. Unfortunately for Alex (and fortunately for Kitty) his intended shot to her lower back missed on account of his height, and instead struck her in the left shoulder blade. The shot still sent her sprawling, crying out in pain as she did so.
The mistake he'd made in striking her became painfully obvious when Alex turned around. It took him a short distance to slow down, and when he looked back he saw that the girl was already rising to her feet. Most disturbingly, she had pulled the pin on one of the canisters and had now lobbed it in Alex's direction.
Now, Alex was no baseball player. Track and Hockey had occupied him enough, and he found the sport boring. The chance to play never came up, really. Sure, he'd gone to a few games here and there with friends, but that was about it. So when he saw the canister being thrown at his face it was only quick thinking that lead to him swinging the bat, and sending the canister careening into the side of the carousel, making a loud dent as it did so.
To his dismay, he also realized now that they weren't actually explosive canisters that he had attempted to steal. The small grey cylinder popped open when it hit the carousel, and began to release a thick, grey smoke. They were smoke bombs. Almost completely useless to Alex, and made this whole endeavour a waste of time. A giant fucking waste of time and energy.
In a fit of rage, Alex threw the bat into the air. It didn't matter where it landed, it didn't matter if he even found it again. He just didn't care anymore. The girl was slowly getting to her feet, and it seemed he might've caused some serious injury to her shoulder. Cautiously, he took a few steps closer to her. To his suprise, she made an attempt at retaliating, lunging at Alex. But Alex was out for blood now, and the girl didn't really stand much of a chance. He grabbed her wrists and threw her to the dirt.
It seemed like the rest of the world disappeared as Alex's one goal was rending this girl incapable of anything close to a movement. A straight punch to her jaw sent her sprawling to the ground once again. Alex walked closer and he was nearly lifted from the ground when he kicked her sharply in the abdomen. No reasoning or thought was behind his assault. He just wanted to destroy something, and this poor girl was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
As he grabbed her once again by the collar, she threw a clump of dirt into his face, interrupting the savage beating. A small rock struck Alex in the eye, and caused him to cry out numerous russian obsceneties. He opened his eyes to find her attempting to pick up the discarded baseball bat. Smoke filled the air, and Alex's voice was now as hoarse as it was loud.
"YOU....BITCH.... WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING DIFFICULT?!"
With very little effort, he simply grabbed her by the throat and thigh, and tossed her into one of the booths that once held some kind of game. She landed with a loud thud. It seemed that the girl wouldn't be a nuisance, for a short while anyways. Alex could see movement, but he wasn't convinced that she would retaliate anymore. As his senses returned to him, he looked around for the smoke grenades. They weren't exactly a fantastic weapon, but they could still be useful.
"Oh, what's the point? Fucking idiot! Can't have given her real grenades, no! God-damnit! Stupid useless funfair and it's stupid blue-haired.... FUCK!"
Not quite finished his little shit-fit, Alex reserved to standing, staring at the girl. He wasn't sure what to do. No good thoughts came to mind.