Harry's patience was circling the drain. Andrea's hand was almost nightmarish in its appearance now, like some kind of bizarre crimson alien appendage, but she was showing no signs of wising up. Harry decided to get a little more drastic. He reacted to her penis insult with a look of irritation that masked a deeper offense, burying the blade of the doloire in the corner of the stump and letting go of her wrist for a snatch at her long brown hair. He tugged to the side, illiciting a yelp of pain from the tortured girl as he raised his fist and punched her in the temple. Andrea twisted and fell away from him on her belly, shaking violently as a choked sob turned into a chuckle halfway past her lips. It continued as she got unsteadily to her knees.
"Aww, Harry...did I strike a--"
The barrel of the Jackhammer came to rest on her cheek.
Harry radiated fury as he loomed over her, not an ounce of sympathy or shame in his cold eyes. "Tell me where they're going or I swear I will stick this shotgun up your big ugly cunt and empty the fucking clip."
Andrea made no answer, providing no competing noise for the crunching footsteps that came from somewhere off to her right. Harry turned quickly and raised the shotgun. Andrea's eyes flicked in the direction of the third party, sincerity abruptly returning to her face as she moaned, "Denise...no..."
Denise stood alone at the treeline, clutching her butcher's knife tightly in one hand and halting her approach as Harry turned the gun on her. Her eyes met with Andrea's for a moment, visibly shaken from both what she could see and what she'd just heard Harry say. They returned to him. It had taken so much out of her just to intervene that she felt like she couldn't even take just standing there with the shotgun trained on her. Somehow she did it anyway. Denise chose her words carefully, but the first couple got caught in her throat and she had to choke them out.
"H-Harry, stop! Please. You don't have to do this. We've found a way off the island." It was a bit of a bluff, but it was really all she had to go with. "Andrea has. If you kill her then the whole thing'll be fucked. We can get out of here, Harry. Come with us, please. We can all go home together."
Harry's expression remained cold. "Thanks, but I'm not interested."
"Harry, I'm telling the truth, look--"
"I'm sure you are," he interrupted her, a corner of his mouth curling up enough to show some teeth. "And I'm telling you I'm not fucking interested."
Denise glared intensely at him, sure she was missing something. "What...Why not?"
"Because I'm going to win," said Harry. This time Denise had no inquiry to accompany her bewilderment, so he continued as her expression became one of shocked disbelief. "I'm sick of people overlooking my talents. Ignoring me. I'm not going back to being a nobody from nowhere. If I...When, I win...everyone's going to know who I am. I'm going to be a fucking legend."
Denise was silent for a moment, lost for any way to respond. Her free hand came up to cover her face, muffling the soft heaving that followed. She was so exhausted, so scared...
...so why was she laughing? An undignified snort escaped her nostrils and revealed this to Harry, who sported an incredulous expression. Her bitter laughter became more intense, as did his anger.
"Wh..What a faggot!" came her response through her fit of giggling. "That's just, just too much...wow...Hey, maybe if you beat and torture enough girls you'll get knighted!" Harry's trigger finger was getting itchy, and Denise was sure of this but she didn't fucking care anymore. "Gonna shoot me? Go ahead, show everyone how macho you are by gunning down another chick."
"I don't care, I'm fucking playing to win!" Harry was quivering with rage. The Jackhammer rattled in his hands.
Denise's smile faded into a look of resignation. She knew it'd be coming any second. He wasn't above it. Her eyes rested once more on the brave girl to whom she owed so much. "...Andrea's the legend. You're just chicken shit."
"Shut the fuck up!"
B21: Nigel Gillespie
G09: Jessa Vanallen
B20: Harry Tsai
B13: James Brown
B112: Dennis Bernard