William struggled keep upright after that little love tap that Brook left him with, fighting back the nausea and losing. The world was spinning and every time he tried to steady himself or move, his head pounded and things just seemed to get worse. Maybe he shouldn't have tried to get up so soon. But he needed to do something, he needed to stop Jason, he needed to find Peter and make sure that Jason paid for what he did! He had to, no matter what it cost, whether it was his health or his sanity. He just had to.
But his body wouldn't let him.
He stumbled and tripped and fell down to one knee, there in the mud and the muck. No matter how hard he tried, his body just wouldn't let him go on, his head pounding and his blurry vision taking its sweet time to adjust and recover. But he wouldn't be alone there for long as Peter charged his way over to see if Will was alright. Why was he coming over, he should be chasing Jason! He should be making him pay! Jason didn't deserve to get away, to live when Tiffany couldn't! He just didn't.
And I do? How am I different from him?
That word stung. It burned and throbbed in his mind as he listened to Peter's questions. His voice was distant and barely audible, the ringing in Will's ears blocking out much of what was said. There was something about Eiko and Brook, probably asking about where they had gone. How was he supposed to know? He was out cold when they all disappeared. When Brook took off with Tiffany and left them all to wonder and worry. Why the hell did he take Tiffany? It just... it didn't make sense. Brook was normal. Brook was nice. Brook was...
Sane? If he lost it so easily, so quickly... what hope do I have?
Will shook his head and tried to regain his composure. Sitting there wasn't going to help anything or answer any of his questions. He'd spent too much time just sitting there in silence trying to recover, he had to get up and push past it. Besides, he still had to answer Peter and they still had to get Eiko back, right? Then they could look for Brook and Jason. Then they could make them pay for what they did. Yeah... that was the plan. That was his plan.
"I'm fine. I'll be alright."
Will forced himself to stand again, trying to stay steady on his feet. The world was slowing and things weren't quite as blurry, and his stomach had finally settled. It would be a while yet before he fully recovered, if he fully recovered, but he didn't seem to be any worse for the wear. He took a moment to check himself before he turned back to Peter.
"I'll be fine. Go get Eiko."
Kneeling back down, Will started to gather his things and pack his bags once again. The first aid kit was strewn everywhere and the ground was still stained with Tiffany's blood, something that William tried hard not to focus on or even look at. There was nothing he could do about that now.
That's not true. I could track them down. If I go alone, I could find them and kill them. I could make them pay.
The unopened packages of gauze, however few there were, went back into the bag. He tried to pay no attention to the direction his thoughts took, focusing on the task at hand. But that idea kept repeating itself in his mind. He could go alone. Leave Peter and Eiko behind to keep them safe. He could find Jason, find Brook, and make them pay for what they did. But could he really fight in his condition? There was no question if he could muster the strength to pull the trigger, but would he be able to aim that gun of his? He could barely see straight right now, let alone shoot straight and hit his target. No matter what weapon he had, it would be useless if he couldn't use it properly. Did he really want to take that chance? Did he really want to go after them now and right losing his own life in the fight? It would all be for not if he was the only one who died. Did he really want all the fighting to be in vain?
No. Not yet. He would wait until the time was right.
But when that time would finally come, if it would come at all, all bets were off. He would make them pay for what they did and when it was all said and done, someone would be dead. Either one of them... or William himself. But either way, it would end. But now was not the time to think of that. He had to get his things and join Peter and Eiko. Pulling the zipper closed on his bag, William slung it on to his back once again, bearing that annoying little weight for a while longer.
Slipping his hand into the pocket of his pants, he pulled out the spare magazine he'd placed there on the very first day in this place. He'd kept it there the entire time, never actually needing it. He'd fired his weapon a total of three times so far...
Once, when he woke up.
Again, when he killed Trevor.
And finally, when he shot at Jason.
Three bullets. How many were left in the magazine? The manual in his bag. It mentioned something about the magazines, about how many bullets they held.
Ten. Ten of them in one magazine, and I have five magazines... One in the gun, three in my bag, and one in my hand.
"Forty seven, huh?"
Slipping the spare magazine back into his pocket, Will turned his attention back to the gun in his hand. It was the only thing he could really trust in this place. But he had to make sure of a few things. Pressing down the magazine catch, he caught the magazine as it slid from the gun. He counted how many were left. Six. Six in the magazine. Slipping the magazine back in the gun, he pulled back the slide just far enough to check for a bullet. There it was. Six in the magazine, one in the chamber.
"I've gotta start practicing with this. Make sure that when it comes down to it, I can hit my target."
He took aim at the ground and stared down the sights.
"I'll kill them."
He made note of the lack of a safety. What had he been messing with then when he first woke up?
The slide stop. I'm an idiot.
He resolved to make this weapon a part of him. To make handling it and firing it natural. It would have to be if he was going to survive this place. It would have to be easy if he was going to kill Jason. It had to be something that he didn't need to think about if he was ever going to have the strength to... to murder his classmates. They were no longer his friends. His friends were the ones with him. The rest of them... they were the ones responsible for Tiffany's death. They were the participants in this twisted game and they would not stand in his way.
I'll kill them. I'll kill them all. I won't let Tiffany die alone... and when it's over, I'll take her home. We'll all go home together.
When it was all said and done, after William had rejoined Peter and Eiko, he turned his attention to the two of them.
"You two ready to leave?"
They should get moving soon... it was getting late, and tomorrow would be a long day.
William lost a friend today.
But as he walked away from the scene... he was content.
I'll make them all pay.
[Boy #61 - William Hearst. Continued in In Theory, This Should Be Easy.