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It was such a foreign experience, being cared for. They were obviously not aware of what she'd done; otherwise they wouldn't shake two tail feathers about her risking herself like that. To be honest, she wasn't a biologist, or an earth person. She didn't know how stable the cliffs were, but she had a strong inkling that they were actually more stable than what they believed. So when they inquired as to her safety on such cliffs, she smiled, and flicked her head around.
"I'm pretty sure that if they were gonna fall, they'd have fallen by now. I'm not a biologist or anything, but they look pretty safe," Clio answered the two boys back. She fumbled her hands nervously at the fraying roots of the cliff. At least she hoped it was safe. Those were possibly the worst last words in the history of man.
"If you don't believe me, come here, sit right next to me. I'll prove it," Clio offered to them. It was seemingly a feign gesture, if it were anyone more threatening or less of a woman than she was, it would have been the equivalent of putting one's head in the lion's mouth. But...Luke turned to Garry, and spoke.
"I'll do it, Garry. If this girl wanted to jump off, she'd have done it by now, and I'm sure the cliffs are safe. Plus, she wouldn't throw me off or anything," Luke started, and walked slowly over to the purple haired girl sitting on the edge of their world. Nervously, he sat down next to her. The winds whipped by his feet, as they dangled next to Clios, like the legs you see on hanging victims in old movies. Legs, no bodies, dangling from nowhere.
Followed by an awkward silence.
More awkward silence followed as Clio stared at the sea, and Luke looked around uneasily at the cliff underneath him. Clio noticed his uneasiness, and promptly started to speak.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about hitting you in the face with the door a few days ago."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm okay; it just hit me in the head is all."
"Yeah, I'm still sorry. Hey, did you see anyone leave after I left?"
"I don't think so, I only ran away after you left."
"...oh man, she didn't make it out."
"There was a girl, Rose, in the cabin when I left. I-I think she was on the announcements this morning, but..."
"...I'm sure it wasn't your fault."
"I could have woken her up! I thought she would have heard the announcements! But..."
"No, don't be, it's just..."
Luke fidgeted nervously at his seat. He hadn't really spoken to a girl this intimately before, even at school.
"It's just that, ever since this whole thing started, I've...been doing some bad stuff to avoid people."
"People met me, and then they ran away. That's what it's been like for the last few days. They think I'm evil or something, but I'm not! I-I keep telling myself that, but I'm not really believing myself anymore."
"Well, even if you did something really bad, I don't think you're evil."
"Well, of course. No one's really evil, especially not in high school. It's just that, well, people make mistakes, and it comes back to haunt them. That's what I've been told, anyway. So, I don't really know you that well, but you don't look evil."
"Well, not unless you want to look like that. It's just there's something about you that, well, doesn't give off an evil vibe. Like I said, no one's really evil, just misguided. I mean, no one at Bayviews a psychopath or a criminal, ever since that Monty Pondsworth guy was stopped."
"Oh, right, him. He went on a rampage, right? He punched a few people and I think he put out a cigarette on someone, right? I heard he was a mother's boy, so that was probably the reason why he was so screwed up. Yeah, you know, you're right, no one's really evil. Not...not even me."
"Why would you be evil?"
"It's just... ..."
"I told you already, you're not evil. It's...it's your eyes."
"Yeah, your eyes. If you were a killer, or a player or something which I'm sure you're not, well...Well, I'm not really sure how to say it, but...I know you're not."
"Uh, yeah, I'm kinda not good at this sort of comforting thing. I'm not a very social person, and, I'm, uh, sorry if I-"
"No, it's okay, really. Thanks."
"Ah, uh, you're welcome!"
Any thought of throwing herself from the island into the frothing ocean was replaced with such different thoughts. Luke...Luke had been so kind to her. He didn't even know what she'd down, and she was sure, even after a slight amount of time spent talking to him, that he wouldn't care regardless. Crap, what was she thinking about? She didn't even know him! For all Clio knew, he could just be faking being this awkward and objective just to get a chance to push her off the cliffs!
Clio ignored these thoughts for a good reason. She didn't need any reason to relapse.
Moving her arms behind her, she grabbed some strong roots on the cliff and pulled herself away from the ledge. Standing up, the wind snaking its way through her clothing, she smiled at the sight. Maybe, if she had some sleep, she could think things over. If they let her stay with them, they could probably help her, forgive her for killing the other two guys. Though what if...
Shaking away that feeling of uneasiness, she watched Luke uncomfortably lift himself off the ledge. Making sure he was okay, she turned back towards Garry.
"I wasn't gonna drop off or anything, if that's what you were wondering. I...I think I'm gonna probably get some sleep now, just see if I can stay calm about, you know..." Clio said to Garry, as she wandered past the bearded boy and over to her belongings slapped haphazardly below.
After a few minutes, she'd finished unpacking a blanket she took from the Groundskeeper hut a few days ago, and feasted on one of her stolen bread slices. It was possibly the worst dinner she'd had in her life. But she stomached it anyway, because there was literally nothing she could do about it.
She curled up on one of the blankets like an infant in its cot. But what differentiated her from an infant was the fact that she was carrying her gun in her hand. That definitely put her apart from 99.99% of the babies in the world.
She'd loaded three bullets into the clip. If she woke up, and she knew what could possibly happen if she woke up and decided that she was going to play, she would be prepared. She wouldn't think, she would just act. If she did wake up, and decided she was going to save them, she would be even more prepared.
It wasn't as though this stuff was weighing too heavily on her mind as she drifted off into unconsciousness...
The moment Clio woke up, it seemed as though she had entered a cold night somewhere at home. It looks like a bedroom, oddly enough, but it wasn't her bedroom.
Of course, this similar act of familiarity was cut short by a blinding flash of light.
The white light scorched Clio's eyes, reaching in and dragging out a scream as she attempted to cover her corneas with her scratched fingers.
But it was in vain. Her eyes, they burned like they were being liquefied. It was too much, so much pain, and then...
The white subsided, the pain grew less. Peaking out through her fingers, she found the place was replaced with a white plain. It wasn't a bright white, more like the kind of white that one sees when in limbo. But she wasn't in limbo, was she?
Was she...back there again?
Another scream. It was hers, but it wasn't from her.
Flipping around, she spotted herself again. Only it wasn't herself. Again, it was her. It was that thing that called itself Good Clio. But...oh dear, despite how clichéd and strange her name was...
The girl's body was suspended in midair, arms held out to her sides like she was being crucified. Her eyes, merely bloody slashes. Her hair soaked in a vivacious red liquid. Her throat slashed so far and so deep that one could see the muscle and bone inside her head. And the blood was pouring like a waterfall down her clothes, the red mixing with the pink to override that hated color scheme. It was everflowing, and it was horrifying.
But nothing could compare to what she heard next.
Laughter. Echoes and echoes of laughter. Cut off by a bloodcurdling slashing sound.
She turned around again, the pink girl escaping her vision. The one that replaced it was something that could only been seen in...well, it was never meant to be seen by anyone with a soul.
The creature she had come to know as her soul was also suspended in the air, and her arms were also held out like she was being crucified. But unlike the other girl's her eyes were unharmed. There was something wrong with them, however. They were open, glazed like a zombie's, but that wasn't what was attracting her attention.
Her body was in shatters. Layers and layers of razor wire were wrapped around every limb of her body. But worse, it was still moving, slashing, cutting into every limb and moving into every orifice. It was moving so slowly, so sensually, like something out of a Japanese comic she'd seen online once. This had to be something that couldn't possibly exist. But it was her dream, of course, but...
She was still moving! She was still alive through that!
The wire tensed, and she exploded in a shower of blood. It spread across the white landscape, tainting it so many shades and colors. Splashes of it showered her, only just missing her eyes.
And then, just as fast as it came, it went. She was gone. The blood still scattered the white like a Pollock, but...there was one more voice.
What...WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO, CLIO?
Whipping around again, her hair floating through the air and landing on her front, she found that the girl suspended in the air was gone. And in her place was someone else.
"I..I..I didn't do anything! What's going-"
But before she could even make out a syllable, the red landscape started to move again. It rushed like water down a sink, and the sinkhole was...her.
Before she could move, before either of them could move, it was upon her. The girl who told her to kill, who was instructing her from day 1, she was gone. The red liquid was over her, covering her like she was looking at a cross-section of a pool. The red was everywhere.
And then it wasn't.
The girl was on the ground. But Clio didn't move. Not a muscle. The figure lay on the ground for ages and ages, until one second, she was gone.
A flicker of an image appeared in her eyes, and then suddenly she was in front of her. The same girl, but her eyes...they were on fire. The streaks in her hair were a dark crimson red, and looked like they were smoking, close to combusting.
What...what the hell was that thing?
"Hello Clio." The girl spoke. Suddenly, a strike. The gun in the girls hand was suddenly a Taurus, and that Taurus was smacking her face. Clio went flying, sprawling across the floor like yesterday. Or was it today? She didn't know...
"Did I SAY you could stay down? GET UP!" the girl screamed. As soon as Clio was up, the girl was in her face again. But she didn't hit her.
The verbal assault, however, was what almost crippled her.
As Luke waited for Clio to sleep, he had taken it upon himself to stay quiet. Sure, it'd be a long time, and he knew that Garry needed him, but she looked like she needed help even more. He didn't know her, but what he did know was that she was troubled. He knew that, but he didn't know how troubled.
But something was up. She was struggling in her sleep. Every so often, she'd twist her body around so that she was facing them, facing the tree, facing the sea, facing the tree, facing them...
Crap, he knew he was gonna regret it...
"Clio?" Luke asked, walking closer to the girl in the blankets.
"So, what to do, what to do...Oh, I know, how about you play again?" the girl in front of her started to stroll around, waving the gun around her like an airplane. Clio was scared, no, she was terrified. Who the hell was this person?
"Oh, I suppose you want to know who I am."
Well, that was useful.
"Well...no. No, see, they told you who they were, and you questioned them. See, if I told you who I was, then you'd question me. But you've seen what I'm capable of. So now, you won't question me."
"But...But THIS IS A DREAM! YOU'RE NOT - REAL! YOU'RE ALL FIGMENTS OF MY FUCKING IMAGINATION!"
"Oh Clio, you really don't know what I am, do you? I've taken on a lot of forms, and a lot of personalities over the years, but this has to be my most lucrative!"
"What was that? I'm sorry, did you speak?"
"GO AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"Oh Clio, I can't do that. I'm in faaaaaaar too deep now. You're mine. You've always been mine."
"So now, I'm telling you what to do."
Luke inched closer to the thriving girl at the base of the tree, and extended his hand.
The girl lifted her hand up, and the Taurus was gone. Instead, it was her gun. Her James Bond gun. Her one true friend.
"Now see, you have the power in your hands right now. You've got the ability, you've got the strength, and now..."
Suddenly, it was in her hands. She was further away from her, the scent of blood escaping. The girl's chest was decorated with a bloodstained target, the white making her look like she's been gutted by several circles.
"You want me gone? Shoot me Clio."
"What? Too scared? Pff, you're a weakling you know that?"
"I'M NOT! DON'T TELL ME I'M A WEAKLING!"
"What, you don't prove me otherwise! You let people walk allllll over you allllll the time. Including me, and I'm not even real! So what's stopping me from killing you now?"
"B-b-b-b-because you won't! YOU WON'T!"
"Then PROVE IT! SHOOT ME!"
Clio's eyes were trying to see. Tears streamed, but they were thick tears. It was blood streaming down her face as she tried to aim.
"KILL! ME! NOW!"
Not even thinking, her eyes now a dark crimson red, she pulled the trigger.
Her eyes flew open. Back at the cliffs. The gun in her hand was ringing now, along with her fingers. She...was back.
And why was Luke standing over her, clutching his chest?
Did she....did she shoot him?
Memories flooded back, and she remembered that there was still a game to play. And what was happening right now was not a tragedy, but a good thing.
Smiling, realizing what she was doing, she pulled the trigger one more time.
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Brendan Wallace is a coward.
Clio Gabriella wanted to go home.
Paige Strand needed to run.
Jacob Charles had to put back his pieces.
Aston Bennett was better than you.
Ma'afu Tuigamala made the ultimate mistake.
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Janie Sinneave wanted to ride in the clouds.
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Maxim Kehlenbrink did nothing wrong.
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