She didn't know what to say.
Because there wasnt a choice in the matter. There wasnt anything else he could do. He had to talk. It really did matter. The pain was fading out of his body and he could only feel the cold now and he knew he was dying in her arms. No. He had to talk. He had to do something. He knew this moment had been coming from the moment hed woken up on this island and hed been spending every waking moment here just trying to prepare for it but he wasnt ready. He didnt want to go. Not here, not now. There were still things he had to do. People he had to see. There was a world out there of people fighting and dying and he knew that there were people he knew out there but he couldnt do anything about it. He was in here. Unable to do anything more.
He had to talk.
They were his final words.
He had to make them count.
Because there was Emma. She was out there. She was somewhere on this island. She was his friend. One of his closest ones. Theyd talked. Theyd worked together. They had fun. Maybe he did occasionally say weird shit to her, maybe he did tend to creep her out every now and again, but it didnt matter. Shed never minded that. Maybe she even found it funny, occasionally. It was a natural part of him. It was a natural part of them being friends. It was why he had to find her. He had to be there. She was hurting. He knew that. So he had to make her smile. He had to make her feel better. He had to at least try.
If he didnt, then he couldnt call himself her friend, right?
And there was Serena. She was out there, too. Somewhere on this island, fighting and dying and doing who knows what. She was also his friend. A close one. She was that shy girl who never seemed to talk to anyone else but talked to him that one day he was third violin and who kept talking to him afterwards. Shed gotten him into Survivor. Shed made sure hed become obsessed with it and shed made sure that hed always have something to talk about whenever he was with her. He knew that she didnt have many other friends, so hed made sure to always keep her company. And that was what he had to do here. Find her. Protect her. Keep her company. If he let her die alone, then that meant he failed. No ifs or buts about it.
And there was Al. He was also out there. On the island. The newest challenger to take up the game, apparently. He was quiet, back then. Having a conversation always seemed to be a little more difficult with him than it was with others. The effort had paid off, though. Because they were friends. Good ones. They could talk about anything and itd be entertaining enough for Jeremy to want to continue on with it. And he could talk. He knew that. He could talk Al down, just like hed done with Alex. Al had killed three people. Jeremy wanted to know why. Once he did hed know what to say. Hed know how to calm him down. Maybe Al would have been a threat. Maybe he was going to be someone Jeremy had to put down, but he sure as hell wasnt going to do that without trying first.
Then there was Alex. He wasnt here anymore. He wasnt on this island. He honestly wasnt even really a friend, either. Not before this. Jeremy had only really recognised him as a face. Not until hed killed. Not until Jeremy had met him. Not until hed taught Jeremy something far more important than anything else hed been told on this island. Hed taught Jeremy to not take things at face value. Hed taught Jeremy to listen first before making a judgement. Hed taught Jeremy that the people who killed werent the monsters, it was those who were weak. The ones who had fallen into the game so easily. The ones who so easily called others monsters for things they were considering doing. Even if Alex was dead, even if he couldnt act upon his deal anymore, he still had to live. He still had to be strong. He still had to be better
than those beneath him.
The syllable choked itself out of his throat. His hand clutched. Scratched. Tore at the hand of Fiyoris he was holding on to. Maybe it hurt her. Maybe he shouldnt do that, but he wouldnt stop. He didnt notice.
Because there was Ben. He wasnt here anymore. He was probably on that roof, his carcass serving as food for the vultures or the birds or whatever was up there. Because hey, look, Jeremy had done it. He hadnt killed anyone else. Youd challenged him and blustered yourself up and put Jeremy through tooth and nail just to prove your goddamn point and you succeeded. Maybe he hadnt been able to give the bag back, maybe he hadnt been able to find Penelope, but at least he died in pain and fear on this floor before hed been able to do anything about his goals. You happy about that? You happy that he failed in doing most of the stuff he wanted to make sure he did?
Because guess what? That wasnt entirely because of you. Because there was Josh. Because there was Jasmine. Josh was a friend. A close one. One of the kindest people hed met and one of the easiest people hed been with to get along with. And he was dead. Killed on the very first day by Caedyns fucking bitch
before Jeremy even had a chance to find him. Even then, hed wanted to do something about that. Find his corpse. Find Jasmine. Figure out why it happened. Give his last regards. It wasnt much, it wouldnt have compared to being able to see him in person, but it would have made him happy. He would have been okay with doing that.
But he couldnt now.
Because he was in this room, in Fiyoris arms. Dying. The cold was spreading and his sight was weakening and he knew that he wasnt leaving this room alive. Hed been saying it since moment one.
Jeremy Frasier, 0% chance of winning this game.
Jeremy Frasier, 0% chance of doing anything he wanted to do before his time came.
Well, no, actually.
There was a chance.
Because there was Fiyori. She was here. Holding his body. Putting him close to her. She was
a friend. Maybe an acquaintance. He still wasnt quite sure. Maybe there was a point where shed annoyed him. Maybe she did blame him for something he didnt do. Maybe she did bring up bad memories. She was still fun though. Friendly. Gave him food, that one time. Gave him company, for a brief moment. He wanted to say sorry, about that. About leaving. Hed gotten angry and hed raged his way out and hed never been able to talk with her, after that. So he wanted to say sorry. He wanted to make sure that got out. Even if he was dying here, even if he wasnt going to be able to achieve anything that he wanted to, he could still do that, right?
It did matter.
He had to say something.
They were his final words.
He had to make them count.
He looked up. Into her eyes. Brought the syllable out of his mouth.
The metallic feeling filled his throat. The syllable could only barely choke itself out. He tried bringing another.
Hed kept his head up, for a few seconds.
And then the world never saw his face again.
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46 STUDENTS REMAIN
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- It was warm.
Even after the warmth began to even out. Even after the nice feeling left. Even when the feeling in the air that tingled against his skin faded away until the air around felt just normal again, he could still enjoy this. This moment. They loved each other. They were kissing. They were on this park bench. Alone, where nobody could see them. Where nobody could interrupt them. He could still feel her body. He could still feel its warmth. It had changed, in the past few moments, but it was still comfortable. Nice. Comforting. Maybe it wouldnt last. Maybe this would be just a brief part of his life that would end up as something that was best forgotten about, but tonight wouldnt end. He knew that now.
This moment had to end, though. The feeling was fading. Getting old. Let the night last as long as it needed to, but have this be a sacrifice for it.
Something like that, anyway.
They pulled away from each other. Silence filled the air of the park.
He paused. Looked around, for a moment.
She had her eyes closed, her head tilted slightly back.
"Now?" she said. "I guess I don't know."
Well shit, Jeremy replied. I dont really know either.
She smiled a little. Opened her eyes.
"I think that's alright then. We can just figure it out as we go."
Well, I suppose thats fine with me. Who leads the way?
"Mm," she said, "I don't know. I don't think anyone has to. We can figure things out together."
Alrighty, Jeremy said, locking his hands together. I guess well take the lead together.
He stood up, off the bench. She did so as well. He looked around, for a brief moment. There didnt seem to be a lot around this spot, even though his eyes could see through the darkness. There was grass, there were trees, but there wasnt really a lot else to look at. It wasnt really like Sumac. It wasnt really a place to play around in. Maybe there was a pond with fish and ducks somewhere else that he couldnt see but no, this didnt seem to be as active as Sumac. Hed have to see the whole place before he made his judgement, though. Maybe come back here during the day. Go for one of his walks. See what it had to offer.
Right now, though, he was here. Now. Tonight. There wasnt really a point in thinking about the future. At least not right now. He turned to BB.
we head out?
"Sounds good," she said. "I guess it is about time."
He held his hand out.
She took it and nodded.
Right, he smiled. Lets go.
And off they went.
The night was young.
The sky was clear.
And they were walking. Together, again. Down the path, the park bench behind them. It was cold, it was silent, but that was fine. He knew where they were going. Maybe not what they were going to do once they got there, but he could figure it out pretty easily when the time came. Right now, hed just enjoy what was happening here. Enjoy the rest of tonight, while it lasted. Tomorrow would come, soon enough, but right now that didnt matter. He was here. He was now. He was with her. Maybe something would happen that would mean that they wouldnt be able to see each other again and maybe the world might die and maybe the sky would fall or something like that but that was why he had to be here. Now. Get as much out as possible while he still could so that he could at least be happy after the end came.
Something like that, anyway. Admittedly he wasnt that good at actually expressing the philosophical shit he kept up there.
Regardless, though, they were at the endpoint. Theyd passed the gate. The Kingman streets were what laid in front of them, now.
Well, were here now.
"We are," she said, her voice a little quieter.
"You're always asking that."
He smiled at that.
Well, you know me. Man with a plan.
"I guess so." She smiled too. "And I guess
we should probably be heading home soon. It's sort of late."
Wait, whats the time?
BB took her phone out of her pocket, glanced at it.
"You probably don't want to know."
I probably do.
"A bit after midnight. So now everything turns back into pumpkins."
Fuck, I was supposed to be at home an hour ago.
"At least it'll be a grounding well-earned."
Maybe if I get home theyll just be asleep and wont realise?
"We can hope," BB said. "Or, like, we can make up a story or something. Would they give you shit if you were the hero who saved a girl from rabid coyotes?"
I dont think theyd believe that theres a wild coyote pack patrolling Kingman.
"Cameron and Vanessa would beg to differ." BB shrugged. "It might be too unbelievable for us to have survived an encounter with them, though."
Yeah, I dont really know them but from what youve said doing that would probably go past the realms of possibility.
"But seriously, if you get in trouble, I'll get my parents to make an excuse. Say they spent ages taking pictures, or had to hear your life history before they let you leave with me or something. I think they'd cover for us."
Something tells me that I havent lived an exciting enough life for the latter to really be applicable.
"Well, we'll have to make sure to find lots of exciting stuff to change that with then," BB said. "I mean, not tonight. Some other time."
Whats the chance that a building will be set on fire at the end of it?
Arson's a pretty good second date, I think. I can imagine a lot worse, at least."
He chuckled. Let the air out of his teeth.
Guess thats a date, then. Which building?
"Churches are the classic, but I've always thought Mannie's is pretty awful so that might be good too."
Hey, I like mini-golf.
okay I guess. But have you ever had the burgers?"
I guess theyre not that good? Jeremy asked.
"I think if cows could come back as vengeful ghosts, those burgers would be the offense to provoke it."
Ill take your word for it.
Silence reigned on the street, for a couple seconds. Jeremy was the one who broke it.
So did you enjoy tonight?
"Hmm," BB said. "I have to think about that for a moment." She stroked her chin in an exaggerated fashion, but couldn't keep a straight face. "Yes, Jeremy. I had a great time. I really did."
He smiled back.
Thats, uh, good, I guess. He looked around. Moved sheepishly, for a few seconds. I dunno, its just, like
I dunno. Honestly through
all of this I just felt like I was worried about how this would end. Like, tonight would end and for whatever reason nothing like this would happen again. Its, like
He paused for a seconds. Smiled.
Honestly just thinking about it now I feel stupid that I was thinking about that.
She sighed and smiled, but only a little.
"It's okay," she said. "It's okay to worry. But it's also okay to realize sometimes that you've been worrying too much."
Yeah, youre going to get a lot of that from me. Just warning you now.
"That's alright," she said. "And hey, maybe I'll break you of the habit. Or justify it. Whichever, really."
Something tells me that Id prefer it if you did the former rather than the latter.
"We'll see. No promises."
I guess Ill just have to hope then.
Another pause. Another moment when they just looked at each other.
So I guess this is gonna be bye, for now? Jeremy asked, after a few seconds.
"Just for now," she replied.
See you Monday?
"I look forward to it."
Right. Yeah. You think theres anything you wanted to change about tonight?
She thought for a little.
"It's easy to think about how things could be different, but I try not to do that too much. We had a great time. That's what's important. I don't think there's anything we'd need to change about that."
Jeremy nodded back.
He paused, for a second.
They were silent, after that. Just looking at each other. They didnt need to speak. They didnt need to understand. He nodded, waved goodbye. She did the same. They both turned around, and Jeremy walked by himself down the footpath, away from the person that it seemed these past few days had revolved around.
He didnt look back.
B003: JEREMY FRASIER