Anna's reply was not what Liam had seen coming. She told him that God seemed to hate everyone... And she then began to seriously berate him for his outburst. Somehow, her words hit hard. Normally, Liam would be completely outraged at this - how DARE she! But no, he just took it in. The branch that he was still carrying slipped from his fingers, and hit the floor. Her words had hit him as hard as the semi that killed his father and siblings.
"I don't care what you do. Go ahead, attack me, I don't care. You. Don't. Scare. Me. YOU PUSSY!"
Liam closed his eyes. Part of him wanted to do it. But instead, he simply replied... "No... Enough is enough."
He opened his eyes again. What he saw, he wasn't fast enough to avoid, or even see coming. Lulu's scythe tore through his torso. The pain shot through him, and he fell back, screaming. He landed on his ass, back to the wall, his entire upper-body open for display, his guts even hanging out. He coughed, hands covering his mouth, and then looked at them. "Blood..."
Then came the realization. He was completely screwed. The wound wouldn't kill him instantly, but the first-aid kits couldn't save him. He wasn't sure how long it would take for him to die. Five minutes? Thirty? Hours?
He looked up at the girl who just ended his life. Lulu. He never thought this was possible. "I never thought you'd have the guts... Nice job. You just killed me."
He choked a bit, and then sighed. What a way to go... And what a pathetic way to go, killed by Lulu. Well, if it was going to end like this, he might as well make the most of it. He looked up at Anna, the one that had just berated him so harshly. "You're right. You know what? I never deserved that bloody sword. I've got more blood on my hands than any of you. I'm probably the only person in this "game" with the highest pre-game body count, bar Adam Dodd. I'm screwed anyway, so I might as well get my secret off my chest. Now, where to begin...?"
He took a deep breath, thinking over what he was going to say. "My mum, back in England, after giving birth to me... That's right, she was... Weakened, to the point where she was bedridden for months before she finally died. My dad and my brothers, Aaron and Tom, blamed me for her death. My brothers loved to torment me, and dad did absolutely nothing to stop them. I even suspected he supported them... The bloody bastard drinking himself into a stupor in his study... I took my anger out on animals... Oh, yes, and I spent the rest of my time doing my studies and writing. And I also tried to act out violently in school to release my anger, but it only got worse then. Then I eventually snapped."
He took another deep breath, those memories flooding back to him. "I just... Couldn't take the torment any more. I'd been spending months reading car manuals, mechanics books... And planning. Then I finally did it. One night, when everyone was asleep, I snuck into the garage, and got under the hood of the family car, and when sunrise came, I was already making breakfast. Dad took his "favorite sons" to a ball game. And that morning, the car brakes failed, and the car crashed head-on with a semi, killing all three of them. The police discovered that the brake wires were cut, but they couldn't prove a thing. I was simply acting like a scared, mourning child. They took me into foster care, and the rest is history. Yeah, I cut the brakes. I killed my father and my brothers. I don't expect you to to be sympathetic, because I don't deserve a bit of it."
His vision began to blur a bit, but he blinked. It was all off his chest. The whole world knew, now. But it didn't matter anyway. He was pretty much dead. Thinking back on it now... Must be karma that screwed everything up for him in this game. And now, he guessed redemption equals death. "Yeah, I'm a murderer. I had bad karma from the start. I could have tried to change, but I guess it's too late for that. Bloody hell. I started this game as an egotistical, know-it-all asshole, and I'll die as one. Anna, you know what? Keep the sword. You deserve it a million times more than I ever did. Put it to good use."
Wait, that was it? He still had time left. What else could he possibly relay to-Wait, wait. There was that thing... "There's something else I need to tell you three, too. Please, listen to this, this... Information... Could very well help you escape this mess. I had a bit of a think. There wasn't an announcement last time. And this time, Danya left out incredibly important details, and even said a separate death list for absolutely no reason. He didn't even mention the danger zones, which did change - I should know, that Hollow Tree is a danger zone now, so stay clear of it. You know what I think? SOTF's systems are probably screwed to a certain extent. No announcement the first time, which could have been done by that other guy if Danya wasn't around, and Danya leaves out the killers, danger zones, and even makes a separate death list? It makes no sense if those systems were working perfectly."
He closed his eyes, and tried to think of more suggestions. Oh, yeah, he did smash some cameras before, didn't he? And who could help them throw this game off the rails... HIM. Perhaps... His death was just the beginning. Or at least he damned well hoped so. "Just before, I was smashing as many cameras as I could find outside. If Danya makes no mention of the cameras, they either don't know, or don't care, since I'm dead anyways, but consider the possibility of the former option anyway. But if they do mention someone smashing cameras, but make no mention of who did it, then that'll be prime evidence that things aren't good on their end. I'm not entirely sure of all this, but there is one thing I absolutely must recommend in either case. For God's sake, find Adam Dodd, and stick with him."
He then coughed up a hefty amount of blood. He didn't have much time. But why Adam? It was obvious, considering who Adam was. "A-Adam... Sticking with him will probably raise your chances of survival immensely. He's played this game before, he knows how to survive, and I highly doubt he's playing, considering his fairly low body count this time. And he has a huge beef with Danya - tell him what I just told you, and I think he'll help you screw over Danya's operation, if you can. But besides that... You'll have a higher chance of survival, and that's good in itself."
He didn't feel good-actually, that was a huge understatement. His time was almost up. "If you three don't make it off this island alive... I'll be very cross with you... I suppose you won't forgive me for anything... But I'm sorry... For everything... I can't believe I actually said that. That was embarrassingly sappy."
He felt lighter, and his vision faded. He swore he was hallucinating, because he could feel a pair of arms wrapping around him.
Someone from beyond had been waiting for him, and though she hadn't condoned the path he had taken, she had never blamed him for her death. A smile emerged on his face. For once in his life... He was happy.
No. 70 - Liam Black - Deceased
((Aaaaaannnndddd he's outta here! Well, see you fellas in V4, where I'll actually have my own character in store and hopefully do much, much better next time around.))
- Liam Black (Adoped) - DECEASED
- Tristan Matthews (ACCEPTED)
- Rudy Leyton (ACCEPTED)