He didn't like this. Not one bit. Not that most students would enjoy being put on an island and forced to kill each other, but that wasn't even bothering him at this moment.
This was very...familiar. The dirty looks, the willful ignoring of whatever it was he'd just said. It was his entire life, all over again.
Except this time he had a gun.
Jasper-Declan didn't grudge them this, though. He wasn't your stereotypical teenage headcase, given a gun and finally having the opportunity for vengeance on those who had once teased him. He understood that he was simply incomprehensible to most other people. Besides, it wasn't like he was teased much. He was more...ignored. It was easier that way, for others and for him.
It is not a problem at home...they ignore me and I ignore them. I am able to go on my own way. Or if circumstances dictate that we work together, the disdain they hold for me becomes irrelevant. Here, however, trust seems to be key. And they do not trust me.
He mulled this over. There was a choice to make here. The others were all nice enough, as far as he could tell. Illogical? Sure, but most teenagers were, to his eternal dismay. On the other hand, they did not trust him. They didn't seem to like him. He was the one with the good weapon, of course, and if they turned against him he could fight them off, but...
But I do not wish to do that. I do not wish to travel with a group that may force me to hurt them in the near future. I...do not wish to kill.
"No...No, Jasper. I refuse to believe that. I don't know how you can be so calm about the situation, but I don't care. There must be a way out of here."
Jasper-Declan blinked. "I don't know how you can be so calm about the situation..."
This didn't make sense. Not being calm, didn't make sense. Panic didn't make sense.
He made his decision.
"I...apologize for my lack of information regarding our current situation. I do not know what transpired in the previous rounds of this competition. However...I do believe I am going to depart. Please, take care of yourselves. I do not wish to hear of any of your deaths."
With a deep nod, Jasper-Declan walked slowly away from the beach, after one last regretful look at the water. Ah, the ocean...you shall see me again. I swear it.
When he was far enough away from the boys that he could no longer be seen, he reloaded his gun.
Just in case.
[[Jasper-Declan MacDermott continued in Pearl and Destiny