Namira
Mr. Danya
Joined: May 28th, 2007, 12:31 pm

May 14th, 2011, 12:42 am #16

Suddenly, Rosa found herself taken into a warm embrace, pulling her upright. The Fiametta's eyes blurred with tears, streaming down her cheeks as she stared into nothingness, simply hanging in the grip of whoever it was behind her. Rosa didn't even care for their identity. Being held was the barest consolation but... at least it was something. Rosa had always been a physical person, not usually too good with the personal space of others. This wordless comfort was all that could penetrate through her grief.

Her sister, her triplet... the other Fiametta girl, the only person who ever really shared the same boat as her, even if they had never been the greatest of friends. To die in a place like this, to die trapped like a rat... What had she done to deserve that!? Frankie could be a bitch, hell Rosa hardly got on with her but... but...

Unconsciously, Rosa shifted around on the floor, turning into the arms of her mystery benefactor, the flow of tears continuing unabated. She clung to the other like a life preserver in a storm, fervantly, desperately and sobbed into their - her - chest. There wasn't a hint of lust in that action, simply impossible, insurmountable sorrow. The girl was speaking, but Rosa didn't hear or heed her, the words sounding as a mere buzz in her ears.

Rosa herself was saying something, though. It was low, almost as quiet as possible, a murmur, whine and moan all at the same time.

"Frankie Frankie Frankie..."

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13:59 Christian Be proud
13:59 Christian Do we not all strive to break a human soul?
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G071 - Sunshine Cho Lee | trusted
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MK Kilmarnock
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Joined: April 14th, 2009, 10:12 pm

May 16th, 2011, 5:10 pm #17

"It's okay..."

Now that I've found you....

"... I won't let you go."

She never did want to let her go. Why couldn't they have found each other earlier, then stayed as close to one another as close could be? Fate had it in for her, throwing nothing but shit her way. No more... Felicia didn't want to feel sad anymore. Even though the other half of her heart lay weeping against her, forcefully dragging out a few muffled sobs of her own, each of the two now had something they could lean against. Even as the world collapsed around each of them, at least they'd have that one pillar to hold up the other.

"Rosa," Felicia began, sniffing away the prohibitive clog that welled up in her nose, when she heard the slightest of noises. Rosa was saying something, practically breathing a mantra. She bowed her head to listen, and even then could only pick up the pattern of murmers, a hint of the voice that could make her melt and forget her pain for even a moment. A sharp spike wedged itself somewhere in Felicia's chest and shot a terrible wave of anxiety through her; she needed to help ease Rosa's pain, to show her that she was there for her.

The rest of this goddamn island could go shove itself up its own ass and blink out of the universe for all she cared. Anybody who had hurt Rosa could just go straight to hell and leave the two of them alone. Felicia allowed Rosa to remain hidden against her for at least a few moments longer, but she needed to see the girl's face, to talk to her. Something... anything.

"H-Hon... heh... I always liked call... calling you that, you know?"

She set a few fingertips just below Rosa's ear, tracing them around the delicate frame of her jaw until they were under her chin. It was almost like waking her up from a dream. More like a nightmare at this point, but at least Felicia would be there for her when she woke up. The fingertips pressed upwards on Rosa's chin, directing the girl to look up at the one holding her. It didn't matter how many tears might've smudged her makeup or whatever, she'd always look beautiful.

Felicia just wanted to see her face, and she wanted to take care of the pain. For both of their sakes.
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Namira
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Joined: May 28th, 2007, 12:31 pm

May 18th, 2011, 11:56 pm #18

Rosa didn't want to look up, didn't want to abandon the comfort of simply burying her face away from the world, her eyes from the sight of all the things that had gone wrong over the past week. Even so, she lacked the strength or even the will to prevent those fingers from slipping under her jaw, tipping her head back until she... she...

Was looking into the face of Felicia Carmichael.

Fresh tears, more helpless than the last began to flow, pain and sorrow now mingling with the slightest sense of relief. Felicia wasn't her sister, nor was she her brother. She wasn't priority number one, or priority number two. She came close, though. For a start she was one of the only people that Rosa gave a damn about, that she felt she could trust more than superficially. Felicia had picked Rosa. She'd chosen her, decided her feelings were stronger for the Fiametta than her meathead 'boyfriend' - a killer now - because Felicia cared.

No, she wasn't family, but she was something close to it.

"Felicia..." it was a sob, but it was coherent, relieved. Rosa's voice was choked up. "I fucked up, I couldn't find her."

And she broke down again.

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13:59 Christian Be proud
13:59 Christian Do we not all strive to break a human soul?
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Ruggahissy
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Joined: June 10th, 2010, 2:07 am

May 20th, 2011, 5:34 pm #19

Back in St. Paul

A man with dark curly hair walked up to the yellowing grass outside of a dingy looking apartment complex. The place was quite a departure from the other clusters of nice little houses and pretty gated communities nearby.

There was a gate here too, but calling it a gate is being very generous. The white paint was peeling off the iron of the door that, despite having a keypad next to it, was already ajar. The man opened it the rest of the way and found himself facing a row of doors on either side. He walked to apartment number twenty and knocked. No response. Tentatively he put his hand on the knob which unexpectedly yielded and turned. He stepped inside onto the beige carpet and looked around. The television was on, but he didn't see anyone. He walked along a hall, looking at the familiar knick knacks on the wall until he reached two bedrooms. He walked into a pleasant little room containing a bed with a flower patterned duvet and a colorful little desk with an old PC and a green lava lamp on it.

A bookshelf was also present, stacked with books and photographs on it's shelves. He picked up a framed picture of a girl with dark curls smiling and waving in what looked like running clothes. He cocked his head to one side much like the girl in the photo, appraising her.

From behind a hand snatched the frame from him.

"Don't touch anything," she snapped and put the photo back.

"She got pretty" he said, mildly surprised.

The woman said nothing. She turned and walked back to the living room and then took a seat on the couch near the t.v.

"Nice of you to show up," she grumbled.

He shrugged and took a seat next to her.

"How's she doing?" he asked.

Maria sat leaning forward with her eyes glued to the screen. She didn't look back to answer him.

"She wasn't doing too badly until she passed out. Some kids helped her but she's out again."

The man looked at her and then at his unconscious daughter on screen. There was an awkward silence.

"I'm surprised Isabel made it this far. So I guess you want me to pay half for like a funeral or memorial thing or something?

Maria picked up a plate on the coffee table in front of them and smashed it against the back of her ex-husband's head.

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As Allen and Ray set her down on the concrete outside of the supermarket, Isabel didn't feel a thing. Her chest rose and fell steadily, the one sign that she was in fact, still alive. She flinched slightly at the sound of a gun shot, but after that, she did not stir.
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imagine this happening in life
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05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not steal his helmet
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not defecate in his helmet and mail it to his grieving family.
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21:07Rugga ?
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21:07craft yes
21:07craft wait
21:07Rugga ....



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22:31Mimi THOUGHTU
22:31mudkip MIMI'S TURN
22:31Ruggahissy Thougt
22:31Ruggahissy THOUGHT
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22:31Ruggahissy We got it
22:31Mimi THOUGHT
22:31Ruggahissy WE GOT IT
22:31Mimi we did good
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22:46 Meeemz er
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00:11 Ruggahissy Not if you wrap it in duct tape
00:11 MurderWeasel There's a fiberglass core.
00:12 MurderWeasel And the foam is some special sort you buy directly from another dimension using souls as currency or something.
00:12 Ruggahissy.........

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14:43 Skyler_Phone You have a list?
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14:43 Bikriki No...

Victoria says:
Oh wait, I totally forgot to tell you last night because I was busy whoring
Mimi says:
STORY
OF
MY
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Ruggahissy this dress makes me feel like I should be having tea with the mad hatter. Not getting felt up by drunk Germans
Dom don't let them go down the rab-
Ruggahissy BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Dom SO WORTH IT

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09:51 Mimi not really, no

03:19 GeneralGoose*BUT HE'S GONNA THINK IT'S A SPOON. OR MY PENIS. WHICH IT ISN'T*

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Dr. Nic
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Dr. Nic
Survivor
Joined: October 27th, 2009, 3:45 am

May 20th, 2011, 7:22 pm #20

[I should probably slap a content warning on this. Sooo... ]


Warning: The following scene contains graphic depictions of violence and insinuations of non-consensual interactions.

You have been warned.









More blood on his hands. Not much, but it was there. On his hands, on the gun. Another stain that wouldn't go away. Alex slipped off into the dark after Annaliese, listened for and heard Ray coming. Ray and someone else. Didn't matter. Alex was already stalking off through the dark, between the aisles, wiping the specks of blood off the gun and slipping it into his belt. Too noisy. Too messy. It was a wonderful little tool, but it was a liability now.

In the dark, Alex was alone. He wanted it to stay that way.

In and out of the aisles. Back against the wall. Avoid the glass and the wrappers and the junk. Make no noise, just slip out unnoticed. Slip out and get away and leave this place behind. Yeah, simple as that. Slip out and take down anything that stood in the way. Anything. Anyone.

Someone's outside.

"Ready to go again, boy?"

Alex was ready. He turned the glass over and over again in his hand, barely able to feel it through the bandages. He was ready. Against the wall, around the corner. He waited, watched, listened.

Looks like it was Alex's lucky day. Rosa Fiametta and Felicia Carmichael. The whore of Babylon and friend. Lovely. Everyone knew about Rosa. Everyone knew about her 'conquests'. Rosa was a bike and everyone got to ride. The only thing Rosa had over Liz, in Alex's mind, was that Rosa never fucked a teacher. At least none that he knew of. Liz and Kwong? Hell, everyone could see what was going on there. Rosa just had the male student body to pick from, and she was well versed in the male body.

Rosa and Felicia.

Looks like Alex gets his turn.

From behind the corner, Alex came. Out of the shadows, Alex came. Fast, hard, brutal.

Felicia got it first. Just hard and fast. He picked her up and put her in to the wall as hard as he could. When he let go, she dropped like a rock and didn't move. Now that was no fun, but Alex wasn't in it to have fun with Felicia. No, he had his sights set on Rosa. Rosa fucking Fiametta. Yeah, she got his full attention.

With Felicia torn from her grasp, Rosa looked quite upset. Called out her name and everything. She turned to face Alex, tears still streaming down her face, and had a few choice words to say. More than a few, but she only got out a few.

"You bastard!"

Ooh, so tough, so hard. Rosa almost looked like she was going to run screaming if it weren't for Felicia, looking back and forth between Alex and her unconscious girlfriend. Yeah, she wanted to run. She wanted to run, and scream, and get as far away from Alex as she could, but she was helpless. Torn between self preservation and love for her friend.

That there was a mistake.

Before she could choose between herself and Felicia, Alex was on her. Picking her up and pinning her against the wall, his hand over her mouth. No need to have her screaming now. That little outburst might not have been loud enough to reach the ears of everyone else in the area, but you can be damn sure a bloody scream would. And Alex couldn't have that, no, he couldn't. He kept her quiet. Hand over her mouth and his thumb under her chin, keeping that mouth of hers shut. His weight against her.

She was pinned.

She was helpless.

She was at his mercy.

"Rosa fucking Fiametta."

Alex just grinned as he turned that name around. Here he was with Rosa Fiametta pinned against the wall behind some store. This would have been a dream if he were anyone else, and if they were back at home.

"I heard your sister died. Too bad. She was a looker. I wouldn't have minded a shot at her."

Alex kept that smirk, that sick little grin, just to show Rosa how much he enjoyed this. Oh, he was certain it would make her sick. But he wasn't about to let her do much about it. He just kept her pinned there against the wall, his weight driving the air from her chest. Nice chest too, it's really too bad it went to waste.

It didn't look like Rosa enjoyed his comment, though. She was struggling, that much was certain, but he kept his hand planted firmly over her mouth. He didn't pay much attention to her feet though, or realize how far down the wall she had slipped. But it seemed she'd slipped just far enough to drive her foot down on his. Fuck, that hurt.

"That hurt, you bitch."

Alex pulled her back up, away from the wall, and shoved her hard against it again. It was getting hard to keep her there, but he had something in mind. She wouldn't stay there forever.

"Your brother was on the announcements too, wasn't he? Little pussy finally grew some balls and killed someone, didn't he? I wonder what Senior thinks about that."

Alex pushed against her again, forced a little more air out of her. Kept her pinned. The look on her face was almost priceless, but Alex would have to guess anything on Rosa was only worth about $20. If that. He had to wonder... what would she have to say about now? Time to give her a little room.

Alex pulled his hand from her mouth.

She spat at him when she spoke, but he didn't care. He just wanted to hear what she had to say. And it seemed she had something to say after all. A nice little barb.

"He's five fucking times the man you are and with Ily that ain't saying much you cunt."

Emphasis on the cunt. Good choice, but that was enough for now. Alex put his hand back over her mouth, shoving her jaws closed. If she bit her tongue, all the better, but he didn't care. He just kept her there. Held her there against the wall, his full weight against her. But his arms were getting tired and Rosa wasn't as tiny as she looked. Holding almost 140lbs up against a wall was something Alex could only do for a little while, but he figured it was a good time to change position.

Besides, this next part was so, so much better.

Alex pulled her back and let her drop to the ground, shoving his leg against hers. No more cute shit now. But Rosa wasn't a one trick pony, it seemed. She wasn't afraid to get dirty. Well, everyone knew that, but it seemed she didn't mind fighting dirty either. The moment she had the space, she send her head forward with as much force as she could muster, and Alex could swear he almost heard a crunch when her forehead met his face. That bitch might have broken his nose!

"Oh, you little fuck."

She was making him mad. No more tricks. No more cute shit. Alex spun her round and slammed her against the wall, pinned an arm against her stomach and the other against her back, driving his weight into her back and forcing her against that wall face first.

"This is better. Seem familiar at all, Rosa? Pinned against the wall, boy behind you. Ready to stick you good?"

No screaming from Rosa. Every now and then, he'd shove his shoulder against her back and drive the air from her chest again and again. Make it hard to breath. Make it hard to talk, let alone scream. Keep his arm around her throat, and his hand in position. She makes a noise and he silences her. But it would be no fun if she couldn't talk back, give him a few more of her barbs. He didn't know if he wanted her to speak right now though. But she was going to fight for that right to talk, gasping for breath and forcing out every last syllable, being quite stubborn and refusing to just shut up and take it.

Alex shoved against her again, but she wasn't staying quiet.

"You don't know--"

Another hard shove, driving his shoulder into her back.

"--shit about me--"

Again, right between her shoulder blades.

"--you asshole!"

So stubborn. So restless. Rosa didn't like this, that much was obvious. She really, really didn't like this. Every muscle in her body seemed to resist Alex, but he just kept her pinned, driving an elbow or a shoulder or a knee into her.

"Oh, I know enough. Everyone talks about it. Looks like I'll finally get my chance to give you a poke now. I'll get mine eventually."

Alex turned the glass over in his free hand. Lined up the tip of the blade, if you could call it that, and held it tight.

"But I'll make sure you get yours too, no worry about that."

Rosa was taking it all in stride, it seemed. She even managed to spit out something that could be called laughter, if she could breathe enough to actually laugh. It wasn't much, but it was enough. But Alex knew better. That little laugh was absolutely drenched in despair. He could just hear it. But she was trying. Trying to be derisive. Maybe it was bravado. Maybe.

The touch of cold glass against her skin would get rid of that quick enough. Alex took his time. Dragged the jagged tip across a bit of exposed skin. Dug it into her flesh just enough to draw blood. Dragged it out. Slow, precise little cuts. Each one a little longer. Each one a little slower. His hand clamped over her mouth, and he shoved his weight against her again.

"Yeah, that's good. What do you think?"

He pulled his hand away, just enough. She was stammering. Barely able to get the words out. But she tried. She tried hard. Gasping, every now and then. Sharp, pained gasps. And Alex had to listen hard to make out the little whimpers she tried to keep down. But she was trying. She was trying so hard to keep resisting.

"H-having fun, you s-sick fuck?!"

"You bet, babe."

He clamped his hand over her mouth again.

"Deep breath."

He pressed the jagged tip against her side. Harder and harder. Until it pierced her skin and slipped into the red. But he didn't settle with a cut this time. No, he kept pushing. He thrust the so-called blade once it was in nice and deep. Hard and deep.

But not quick. Never quick.

"That's it."

He kept his hand over her mouth, and held it there tight. Those pained little whimpers and sharp gasps has been replaced but long, drawn out muffled screams. Just this endless whine against his hand. She was crying. He could feel it.

He pulled the glass out, slow. Always slow. Met with another long endless whine as he slipped the blood stained shard from her side.

"Another deep breath."

He picked a new spot and started all over again. She was bleeding plenty already, but he wasn't going to leave anything to chance. Yeah, this is a good spot. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he dug the tip into her skin. He cut a little X.

"It marks the spot."

Directly in the center of that X, he began to push. In it went and out came another long muffled scream, another wave of tears, even a little thrashing. But it was over for Rosa. It was over before any of this even began. Alex knew it. Rosa knew it. And if she didn't? Well, he would make sure she did. This was the end of the game for her.

He pulled out. Forced his weight against her. Pushed her into the wall. Kept her helpless. Took away her hope.

"Almost there."

One last spot.

"You ready?"

Alex really should have been paying more attention to her legs. After the cute shit she had pulled earlier, he really should have kept an eye on them. But with what was going on now, he had more important things to focus on. when she started to struggle and he pressed his weight against her, he didn't notice her leg coming up, and by then it was too late. She went for a good low blow, and got Alex pretty good, for what it was worth. His hand wasn't on her mouth anymore, that's for sure. But even as distracted as he was, he wasn't letting her go.

"Go die in a hole you scum."

Brave. Foolish as well, but brave. Alex slammed her back up against the wall, and had her silenced quick enough.

"Bold last words, bitch."

No use going slow this time. It was the finishing touch. The climax. The money shot. Alex found his spot, lined it up, and thrust hard. Hard, fast, brutal and most important of all, deep.

"Seems like I forgot a condom. You don't mind, do you? No, you don't."

With a satisfying snap, the glass shard broke. Alex left a present in Rosa. Left a piece behind. The glass was practically gone when he pulled his hand away, tossed the remainder away. But he wasn't done.

"Make sure it sticks."

With some emphasis on the last word, Alex sent his balled up fist in Rosa's side, right where the glass shard had been. A hard blow. A brutal blow. Another long, drawn out, endless scream. And it was over. That was it for Rosa. Her game was over. There was no fixing that, and Rosa certainly didn't look like she had the strength to even attempt to fix it, even if she could. When all that was left were whimpers and tears, Alex pulled Rosa away from the wall. Threw her away.

Tossed her like trash.


He stood over her. Looked down at her.

Spat on her.

"Was it good for you?"

She barely had any strength left. But she tried. She tried hard. Even now, even after it was all over, she was trying to resist. She raised her arm, as high as she could manage, and balled her fingers. Leaving only one behind.

She flipped him off.


"Goodnight, Rosa."

He left her to die.
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MK Kilmarnock
Mr. Danya
Joined: April 14th, 2009, 10:12 pm

May 22nd, 2011, 4:50 am #21

It was with a dissenting cry that Rosa was ripped from Felicia's arms.

Well, okay, to be specific, it was really her being ripped away from Rosa, but that was hardly something that she could process in the few sweet, precious seconds of conciousness she had no idea she had left. Somebody had a firm hold on her and it wasn't good. Somebody's hands were around her, with an intent that directly contradicted her.

Somebody held her. And it. Wasn't. Rosa.

And so, in that brief glimmer of time, it was all Felicia could do to channel some violence into her limbs, the limbs that just wanted to hold Rosa and make her feel alright. Anything to just make her better, and to be done with this violence! But before she could be done with it, it seemed she had to keep going and take care of just one more person. Just... one more.

"LET-"

There was a flash of something cold and hard, an intense pain in her head, and then darkness.

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((Co-written with Tre/Betaknight. Man, I missed writing with her.))

Those trees looked awfully familiar. So did that crack in the sidewalk, the one totally shapped like somebody's ass crack. So many sounds and sights flooded Felicia's mind the moment she sat up, much of which felt extremely uncomfortable. That is, it felt that way for the first few seconds, when lights were but a bright glare in her eyes and sound was a deafening silence, accompanied by the most annoying ringing of her inner ear.

Once those feelings had subsided as she acclimated to her surroundings, the sensation overwhelming her and washing over her body was of a different tone. This was home. No, not precisely home, but...

Felicia turned her head to try and look behind her. The limitations of her neck only allowed it to swivel so far, forcing her to scoot around on her butt until she had pivoted enough to see the familiar building that she had been visiting nine months a year for the past four years. There was no mistaking it after having seen it for all these years. Just the sight of each brick fit some sort of goofy, metaphorical void in her heart like one of those 'triangle block, triangle hole' child's toys.

"Bayview?" Felicia muttered, feeling the need to state the obvious. But... why was she at Bayview? Somebody like her surely deserved to be there unless it was Saturday or something, but she was just somewhere else. That somewhere else, wherever it was, was too far to have just popped up here. None of this added up, unless...

Holy shit, am I dead?

Felicia jumped to her feet and ran for the building, pushed on by a force she couldn't name. There was no life to flee to, no students or teachers making a big fuss over at the school. It would have been very easy, in fact, to assume the building was now long abandoned, were it not for the superb condition of the building, the 'Congratulations Class of 2008' banner, and the lone girl sitting on a bench just outside the entrance to the school.

"A... Aislyn..."

Yeah. Yeah, I'm dead, aren't I?

As Felicia contemplated her own mortality, she found herself startled by the slightest of motions; Aislyn had wordlessly tapped the bench with her hand, beckoning for Felicia to sit down. As her own feet obeyed without question and brought her closer to the form of her friend, a friend who's corpse she had seen with her own two eyes, she had to struggle with the unsolvable decision: dream, or afterlife? Either way, she felt no pain, nor any fear. No harm would come to her from any actions held here. And so, Felicia sat down.

The silence was unnerving. Aislyn didn't speak, and Felicia didn't want to be the first one to break the silence. What was going through her mind? Was this the real Aislyn, or a representation of her within some messed up mental diary? As awkward as it all was, she needed to be the one to speak, to break the ice and get somebody to say something. That's the only way they'd be able to figure any of this shit out. And so, after some delay, Felicia spoke.


"... So... are you mad?"

"I'm not ...mad. If I had to pick a word, I guess frustrated is a good one. Or maybe disappoined. You're still not getting it. It's cost you so much already."

"O-Oh." Felicia's eyes dragged her gaze downwards to somewhere around Aislyn's feet. "I knew I fucked up somewhere along the line. What else is there left to lose?"

Aislyn stared at her incredulously. "Are you fucking kidding me? What *else* is there left to lose? Use your goddamn head, Carmichael! You could DIE." She motioned at herself. "I don't get to go home, but I wanted to. Badly. Don't you want to go home too?"

Those words gave Felicia the motivation needed to bring herself to look her friend in the eye again. "Of course I want to go home! I wanted you to go home too, you know! Do you know what it was like, finding you in-..." Aislyn's image in her mind flashed a little. No, she didn't want to remember that. She wanted to remember her friend for how she was.

Aislyn snorted at Felicia's hesitation. "Finding me what? Dead? Busy being a floater while I turn into fish food?" She shrugged. "Yeah, definitely was not expecting that one. For you, maybe. But not me."

"H-heh..." The smile that forced itself onto her lips felt wrong in every way, and yet there it was. "Good to know you haven't changed, I guess. Besides that whole 'living' thing." Her own attempt at humor killed the smile, which was fortunate in its own little way. Felicia cleared her throat before continuing. "I'm, uh... going after Kimberly, you know."

Aislyn nodded thoughtfully, giving Felicia an appraising look before sighing. "I'd tell you it'll be easy since she's got a jacked up arm, but that didn't help me any. But her wound should be wearing her down, so that might give you some points in your favor. Although if you're going after her out of a sense of revenge, don't. Killing her won't bring me back, and attacking in anger will just make you sloppy. If you are going after her, do it because it means you're one step closer to going home."

"I, but wait," Felicia started. "That's not quite-"

She shook her head, trying to get her mind back on the rails, but Aislyn was very good at loosening the bolts of her mind. "That wasn't what I thought you'd say. You're my friend, Aislyn. She... she killed you. I wasn't going to go after her for a while, I really wasn't. I just wanted to find Rosa. I have her, I'm happy, but... I'm not. Something's wrong. Really, really wrong. And now I want Kimberly's head again."

Aislyn nodded again, a pensive look on her face. "Yup. Of all people, Kimberly Nyugen killed me. Because I wasn't thinking straight. I made the major mistake of letting my emotions run my thinking. And now, she might get to go home and I won't. I'm not saying don't go after her. Just use. Your. Head." She punctuated her last three words by poking Felicia in the forehead.

"R-Right, RIGHT!" Felicia winced from the pokes but dared not pull out of range, as though the pokes themselves held the message to be taught. "And I already fucked up royally with that once. But... Aislyn, even without dying, that island is... is painful. Could you r-really have killed all your friends to live?"

Aislyn stared directly into Felicia's eyes. "In a fucking heartbeat." Her eyes glittered. "Let's be honest, Felicia. High school is a temporary situation at best. After graduation, I would have never seen any of you again. This island? Is just graduation ceremony in hell. You go through it, you move on, and years later, when your kids unearth your old yearbook and ask you about it, you gloss over the shit, highlight the good, and then send them off to bed. Because that's how shit gets done."

"... So you would have killed us, then, eventually. Me, Melissa, Samaya," Felicia muttered, scratching her own ear. Aislyn's words didn't cut half as deep as logic demanded they should have, but maybe that was because she expected these ones. Yes, they were painful, but honest.

"Only if you would have gotten in my way. I told you, didn't I? My dad is coming. He's coming to get me out of here. He's a SEAL you know. And when he gets here, there's going to be a world of trouble."

"Well... not any more. You're dead." Felicia sighed. "I'm honestly sorry I didn't run into you before... you know. I wanted to apologize for what happened at the infirmary. S-Speaking of which..." Felicia managed another nervous laugh. "Holy shit, you should've seen what happened after you left."

Aislyn laughed mirthlessly. "Let me guess. Samya and Melissa sat there and whined about how hard all this was and had a big cryfest over the gorp?"

"Aaaaaafter that." Felicia laughed just as enthusiastically as Aislyn. If there was an opportunity to look back on the situation and not cringe in fear, she'd take it.

Aislyn rolled her eyes. "Felicia, I'm dead, not all-knowing. I have no idea what happened."

"Geez, geez, didn't know if they had TEVO in heaven or some shit, alright?" The grin couldn't be wrenched off of Felicia's face if she tried. "S-So, this girl shows up. And then this guy... and the girl's neck exploded, and Johnny McSexSlave ran himself onto the guy's sword, and then I ended up having to shoot the guy. Heavy... h-heavy shit, yeah?" Felicia chuckled once more, even if it was rather forced. "So... that was the first time I killed somebody."

Aislyn waved her hand dismissively. "That hardly counts. It sounds like the situation went completely FUBAR. Any sensible person would defend themself, Felicia. That doesn't even sound like something that you could be charged with in court."

"Well, yeah! Hell, if there's somebody who knows the court system in our class, it's me!" Felicia declared proudly, ignoring the somewhat painful fact she'd probably never be a lawyer. "The second one, though? Unless the jury buys the fact that my gun went off on... like, a five second delay, I'd be going in the slammer. You know that Tiffany chick? Not Baker, the other one. ... Um... Chalmers, maybe?"

Aislyn shrugged. "I only got here this year, Felicia. But the real question here is: was she doing something to threatening your continued existence on planet Earth? If the answer was yes, then anything you did was justified. It's as simple as that. And that, my friend, is the only important question here. Did someone do something that threatened your continued existance in any way, shape, or form? If you can say 'yes', then anything you did to resolve that is okay. The goal of this exercise is to be the person who WALKS AWAY ALIVE. Guilt and regret are luxuries of the LIVING. You only have time for them AFTER all this over." Aislyn stood up and brushed her palms against her jeans.

Luxuries of the living. If that's what Felicia had to look forward to...

"... True. But what if, after I get through all of this, I don't want to live with myself!?"

The other girl had started to walk away but stopped short at Felicia's question. Looking over her shoulder, she spoke. "We do what we have to do because it needs to be done, not because it's easy. If it was easy, everyone would do it. If you can't do it, ring out. Admit you're weak, give up, and save everyone the time." She shook her head. "You're still not getting it. The only question is: how badly do you want to live?" At that, she resumed walked and disappeared down the path.

But... wait... not like...

I don't want to end up like you.

Not like...


"A-AISLYN!" Felicia screamed, standing up and reaching for her friend. But then, Bayview as she knew it fell away from her.
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When Felicia awoke again, it was to an incredible pain in her head, but a stronger one in her heart. "Rosa... R-Rosa..." she moaned, pulling herself up. "Where... did you get..."

Another vision, another love of her life. All over again.

No. Still dreaming. Still dreaming, or dead. This isn't real.
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May 22nd, 2011, 11:11 am #22

Allen nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the gunshot. It was loud, extremely loud. Extremely close. 'Holy shit,' was all his mind could come up with, his hair standing on end and chills running down his spine. Talk about history repeating itself. The last time he'd been in the town, there'd been gunshots as well, someone shooting at someone else while he and Andrea explored the buildings.

Ray instantly went into a panic, telling someone to stay with Isabel and dashed into the store, followed closely by Alex. Allen had already volunteered to remain with her, kneeling down by her side and gently squeezing her hand.

Then came the screams.

Screams of terror, screams filled with agony. Allen's heart started pounding in his chest and he looked around wildly, attempting to locate the source of the cries. The buildings just reverberated the sounds in all directions, making it impossible for Allen to pinpoint the exact location they were originating from. Impossible for him to know where the biggest danger was currently lurking.

Allen's face had gotten at least three shades paler and his stomach churned as panic set in. 'Oh my God, oh my God, where's it coming from? Ray, Alex, everyone, hurry up,' Allen desperately thought, subconsciously squeezing Isabel's hand tighter than before.

What if they didn't hurry back? What if Annaliese, Ray and Alex were already dead? What if whoever killed them then arrived out of nowhere and killed both him and Isabel? Sweat began to bead all over his body and he started to tremble and shake like a leaf. There they both were, out in the open like sitting ducks just asking to be picked off.

He was going to die here.

There would be no meeting up with Andrea again, no escape plan, no going home. Not unless he moved. He had to get out of here, find the others. But he couldn't just leave Isabel lying there unable to defend herself, it would be like taking a gun, putting it against his head and pulling the trigger himself. He quickly rummaged through his bag and brought out Andrea's flask of gunpowder, gripping it tightly in his other hand. He had no idea what he could actually do with it, or if it would even do any good at all, but it was better than absolutely nothing.

"Isabel, Isabel, please wake up," he pleaded, tears collecting in his eyes.
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May 22nd, 2011, 10:58 pm #23

[Scene 3 go.]

Alex was done with Rosa. Left her out back like trash. He'd stained his hands with more blood, but that didn't matter. Just more names and faces he would have to remember. There would be a lot of people to remember by the time this game was over, and Alex knew it. If he wanted to avoid a similar fate, he would have to leave this place behind. They would be out for blood when they found the bodies. His blood. He had to leave, and leave quickly.

Pulling the gun from his belt, he looked at it. Stared at it. Messy, and loud, and stained with blood of its own now. But it was the most intimidating thing that he had. More so than the spear, or the shillelagh. More so than anything that he had made. The only thing that came close were the grenades, and he wasn't about to use them yet. He held the gun tight, and picked up the pace. Soon enough, he was running. Away from Rosa and the back entrance, around the corners of the building. Down the alley. Heading back to the road. Focusing on where he would go from now and what he would do instead of on the ground in front of him.

He didn't see Allen, or Isabel, as he rounded the corner.

He didn't know what happened exactly. All he knew was that he was on the ground, sore, with more scrapes than what he started with. He also knew that staying on the ground was the worst thing to do right now, and scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could. Good, he still had the gun.

He spun around. Spotted Allen. Aimed at him.

Alex, alone with a mostly unarmed Allen and an unconscious Isabel. This wasn't going to end well. Not very well at all.

"Move, and you die. Speak loudly, and you die."

Staring down the sights at Allen. Things started to come back now. What he was looking for, and who had it. Allen. Allen. Fucking Allen. This was perfect. Oh, so perfect. He found a little food, took out a little trash and now to top it all off, he found Allen. The one man he had been hoping to find.

"Oh, this is just perfect."

He cracked a smile, and took a step forward. Moving closer to Allen. Moving closer to Isabel, still on the ground. A twisted little grin. Blood soaked into the bandages on his hands. A loaded weapon.

"Hello, Allen. So nice to see you again."

Not good. Not good at all. At least, for Allen.
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May 23rd, 2011, 3:58 am #24

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Allen was so preoccupied with Isabel, so deep in his worry for her, the others in the building, and Andrea, that the heavy footsteps from round the corner didn't even register in his mind. And then the next thing he knew, it felt like someone had just slammed a plank of wood into his back. The ground instantly came rushing up to meet Allen as he was sent sprawling forwards by the force of the impact. Unable to put his hands out in time to break the fall, his forehead smacked against the hard surface. His vision flashed black and white for the briefest of seconds. "Aughh..." he moaned out as best as his lungs could manage, having been winded by whatever object collided with his back.

Allen just lay there for a few seconds, disorientated by the hit and reeling from the fresh pain around his forehead and nose. 'What... what was that?' He breathed rapidly yet shallowly, then slowly sat back up, a groan escaping his lips. He could feel warm liquid trickling down his nose, a similar sticky sensation slowly running down his face. 'Ow... owww...' He could feel the hot tears stinging at his eyes. Then he looked up at the new person who'd just tripped over him.

'Holy shit, holy shit!'

If ever there was a reason for him to cry, Allen was now looking at it.

It was Alex White. Alex White, who murdered Rena Peters.

The same Alex White who he used to talk to about musical and camping stuff.

No, not the same Alex. This Alex's hands were soaked with bloodied bandages. Sporting an evil grin. Holding a gun. This was a different Alex to the one he knew back in Bayview. It was like being confronted by Alex's evil doppelganger.

"Uh... uh, hi, Alex," Allen stuttered, raising his hands and glancing at the vulnerable Isabel lying by him. "Um... let's not do anything stupid now, okay? What do you want?"
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May 23rd, 2011, 4:30 am #25

Nice steady breaths moved the oxygen around her body through her blood. She'd had some time to recover during her bout of unconsciousness, but that only solved one of three reasons she'd gone out like a light. No sleep, no water, no food.

Isabel had once read a study that had been conducted at a university where rats were kept awake by scientists poking them constantly. After two weeks, most of the rats were dead. She'd always thought about what a weird job it would be just poke rats all day.

Someone was saying her name, maybe. It was floating around on the edges of her mind. She breathed deep and stirred a little like someone who didn't want to get out of bed. Her hand hurt. Someone was hurting her hand.

There, someone had let go of her hand. But now some other sound. A voice way in the back of her head was telling her to wake up. Waking up.....it felt like trying to jog in syrup.
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21:07Rugga ....



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00:12 Ruggahissy.........

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May 23rd, 2011, 7:57 am #26

"What do I want? That's a good question. What do I want?"

There wasn't any question as to what Alex wanted. He looked at Allen's bag. Saw the name. Yup, that was it. The bag he was looking for. Andrea's bag.

"I want what's in that bag."

Alex pointed at the bag with the gun.

"I think you know what I mean."

And he took another step forward.

"And I want it now. You try any funny shit."

And he looked down at Isabel.

"And I'll put one in her skull."

It would have been too easy if Allen just handed over the pills right away. Far, far too easy. Alex stood there, gun pointed at Allen. He couldn't keep the gun on Allen and Isabel at the same time... so Alex decided to draw another weapon. Specifically, the spear that was hanging from his back. He slipped it off and held it in his free hand for a moment.

"Better yet, I'll put this in her skull."

He spun the weapon around, and put the blade inches from Isabel's head. And held it there in a white knuckle grip. Red knuckle. And he waited. Waited for Allen to respond. Waited for Allen to give him what he wanted. And he had to do it quick.

"Well?"
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Boy #61 - William M. Hearst
Where he began, and where he ended.
Did what he could and tried to do more, but ran out of time.

Girl #48 - Kaitlin Anderheim
Where she was, and where she went.
Found her strength and her will to live, and survived despite it all.

Girl #101 - Sofia I. Martelli
Where she rose, and where she fell.
Started out angry and alone, but died on her own terms, in love.
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May 23rd, 2011, 1:40 pm #27

'What in the-?' Allen gawped.

What was so interesting about what was in the bag? There was only the flask of gunpowder (now lying on its side a meter or so away from Allen), some food and-

Some drugs.

That was it. He wanted the drugs.

And that begged the question. As far as Allen knew, only he and Andrea knew that she'd been carrying drugs in her bag. 'So how the hell does Alex know what's in there-?'

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. 'Oh my God, no, NO!'

Andrea. He had to have encountered Andrea. Found out about the drugs. Found out he was the one now carrying them.

Before Allen could even ask just how Alex had found out about the bag's contents and what, if anything, he'd done to Andrea, he pointed a spear at Isabel's head, threatening to ram the blade through her skull if Allen didn't comply.

"L-leave her alone! She's got nothing to do with all this!" Allen spoke in as brave a tone as possible, which was no mean feat considering he had a gun pointed at his face. "W-why are you doing this to us? What the hell happened to you?"
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Ruggahissy
Mr. Danya
Joined: June 10th, 2010, 2:07 am

May 23rd, 2011, 6:16 pm #28

The girls were lined up and ready to go. She looked down at her shoes, they were blue now. They changed from grey to blue in the sunlight. She liked her shoes. She pulled on a pigtail and and tilted her head.

"Ice cream soda pop, cherry on top!" the rope twirlers chanted.

"Who's your boyfriend, I forgot!" The girl in the middle bit her lip and concentrated hard on making it over the rope.

"Is it A? B? C? D?"

"HURK-"

She tripped.

"Oohhhh, his name starts with a D!" a heckler from the side called out. There was a wave of giggles. Isabel got up up from the bench.

"You want Texico Mexico?" a twirler with black braids asked.

A few stray giggles.

"Nah uh," she said with a smile. "Give me Cinderella."

The girls nodded seriously and counted off to three as she stood in the middle.

"Cinderella! Dressed in yellah! Went up stairs to kiss a fellah! Made a mistake and kissed a snake! How many doctors will it take? ONE. TWO. THREE."



Four, five, six,


Spear gun held to her head, she wasn't even aware she could die at any moment. If he slipped and that cool and sharp blade found out what was under her skin, she would certainly need as many doctors as she could collect.

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- Today at 8:38 PM
imagine this happening in life
and you pissed off a cop and he made you live with some incontinent sodafreak

05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not kill a policeman
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not steal his helmet
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not defecate in his helmet and mail it to his grieving family.
05:57 NotAFlyingToyYou would not steal it again

17:06 Ruggawork An orison is a prayer
17:07 trash i don't know why i thought it was a bird
17:07 trash who looks at random ass words and thinks "huh what does that mean? whatever it's probably a bird"

14:11 Kalopsia I HEARD FURRIES AND I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD.
14:11 Imehal Lovely.
14:11 Imehal Read that again.

20:16Outfoxd I SAID I'M TAKIN IT BACK FROM THE SALTINE ESTABLISHMENT
20:16Meeemz Half the drag queens on Drag Race would beg to differ.
20:16Outfoxd EVERYONE KNOWS ALL DANCE CAME FROM AFRICA
20:17Outfoxd YOU CRACKAS NEED TO PUT SOME CHEESE ON YOSELF AND GO SIT ON A SNACK TRAY SOMEWHERE

21:07craft i
21:07craft am a fan of blowjbs.
21:07craft nods sagely
21:07Rugga ?
21:07Rugga Does that mean you get a lot of them or give a lot?
21:07craft yes
21:07craft wait
21:07Rugga ....



22:31Mimi THATS WHAT I THPGUTH
22:31Mimi THOUGHTU
22:31mudkip MIMI'S TURN
22:31Ruggahissy Thougt
22:31Ruggahissy THOUGHT
22:31Mimi HOUGHT
22:31Ruggahissy We got it
22:31Mimi THOUGHT
22:31Ruggahissy WE GOT IT
22:31Mimi we did good
22:32Mimi we're a good team

22:46 Meeemz I love dicks, though
22:46 Meeemz er
22:46 Rugga Sig quote
22:46 NaftUm
22:46 Meeemz dicky characters
22:46 Meeemz GOD NO

19:45 BikrikiI am pretty sure we can built a bridge to jerking off

00:11 Mimi DOESN'T FOAM BREAK EASILY
00:11 Ruggahissy Not if you wrap it in duct tape
00:11 MurderWeasel There's a fiberglass core.
00:12 MurderWeasel And the foam is some special sort you buy directly from another dimension using souls as currency or something.
00:12 Ruggahissy.........

14:42 Bikriki JA! Stick it in ze boot!
14:43 Rugga I LOVE THIS KID
14:43 Bikriki adds that to list of sexual euphemisms
14:43 Skyler_Phone You have a list?
14:43 Bikriki <.<
14:43 Bikriki >.>
14:43 Bikriki No...

Victoria says:
Oh wait, I totally forgot to tell you last night because I was busy whoring
Mimi says:
STORY
OF
MY
LIFE

16:42 KamiKaze I've always wondered what using a fleshlight feels like.
16:42 KamiKaze Too bad I'm not special because God didn't give me a penis. ):

17:46 Dom LET JESUS INTO YOUR HEART, NOT YOUR VAGOO

Ruggahissy this dress makes me feel like I should be having tea with the mad hatter. Not getting felt up by drunk Germans
Dom don't let them go down the rab-
Ruggahissy BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Dom SO WORTH IT

09:51 Vicky We did a good job, didn't we, Meemz?
09:51 Mimi not really, no

03:19 GeneralGoose*BUT HE'S GONNA THINK IT'S A SPOON. OR MY PENIS. WHICH IT ISN'T*

23:15 Cluevara ICE CREAM MAKES YOU FAT YOU LARDY LARD BUTT.


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Lori Martin: You're so stuck up.
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Hazel Jung: Abandoned actress
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Michelle Wexler: Vegetarian sweetheart
Paris Ardennes : Scheming holy man

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Sally Connelley: Dainty meanie
Nick LeMonde : Eternal optimist
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Autumn O'Leary: Lonely redhead
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Dr. Nic
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Dr. Nic
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Joined: October 27th, 2009, 3:45 am

May 23rd, 2011, 10:02 pm #29

"What happened to me? What happened to all of us? Hell happened, that's what."

Back and forth, Alex turned the gun. This way, then that way, then back this way. Turning it over and over as he would turn the thoughts around in his head. Mulling over the words. Finding exactly what he would say to Allen before making his demand again, and proving to him just how serious he was.

"Some of us tried to stand above it. Tried to protect everyone. Some of us broke down immediately, and began crying and pissing ourselves. Some of us got beat and some of us did the beating. Some killed for fun, some killed for survival. Some for love, some for hate, and some for no reason at all. Some of us couldn't handle the game. Me? I made mistakes. Never stopped making them."

And Alex looked down at Isabel for a moment. Unconscious. Helpless. Looking as if she may have died already. But he knew better. She was breathing. For now. Would that end soon?

"Until now, at least. I'm not going to make any more mistakes. Got no reason to. Most of my friends are dead. The rest became killers. My best friend, my ex-boyfriend, pointed this very gun at my head. See, I made plenty of mistakes trying to do what was right. But I'm not doing that anymore."

And Alex lifted the spear away from Isabel. Almost as if he was having a change of heart. Almost.

"Now I'm not going to tell you again."

He slammed the spear down. Drove the blade into Isabel's arm. Pushed it in hard, and twisted suddenly. For something that didn't quite fit the bill for a spear, the Goedendag worked wonderfully when used as one.

"Give me what I want, or she dies."

That little poke would have woken anyone up, and Alex couldn't have Isabel thrashing and screaming. No, he couldn't have that just yet. He put his foot down.

On her throat.

And put the blade to her head, once again.

"Do you understand yet, Allen? There is no escape. There is only survival, at any cost."
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Where he began, and where he ended.
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Where she was, and where she went.
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Where she rose, and where she fell.
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JamesRenard
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Joined: May 22nd, 2010, 1:37 pm

May 24th, 2011, 12:37 pm #30

All Allen could do was watch as Alex played with the gun, pointing it away from him and then back again. All it took was one pull of the trigger while the gun was aimed at him and Allen's game was over. All it took was one thrust of the spear and Isabel's would be over as well.

Well, maybe not Isabel's, he was pulling the spear away from her head. 'Is... is he going to spare her?' Allen dared to hope.

Allen's hopes were shattered when the spear was instead thrust into her arm.

Allen recoiled and cried out in shock as the blade dug deeply, tearing at flesh, blood welling up out of the wound and spilling onto the street. But Alex didn't just stop there, he then put his foot on her neck, easily able to crush her throat if he so desired.

"Stop it! STOP IT!" Allen screeched, looking up to the face of his former friend. "I said leave her alone! She's got nothing to do with this!"

Reasoning or trying to talk it out with Alex, Allen realized, was no longer an option. He was too far gone. No sane person would stab someone while they were unconscious, while they were unable to defend themselves. Alex was a monster. Evil. A complete and utter psychopath. He needed to be stopped, before he killed Isabel, before he killed Allen, or anybody else for that matter.

But Allen couldn't do anything to stop him.

It was hopeless. The gun was still trained on him. One wrong move and he'd just be his latest victim. 'If I give him what he wants, he'll leave us alone, right?' Allen thought, sniffing blood and mucus back into his nose. There was no other alternative available. No fighting, no running, no bargaining, just doing what Alex wanted him to do.

Allen reached inside the bag and grabbed the first couple of bottles his hand came into contact with. Pulling them out, he hurled them at Alex's feet, the pills rattling inside the plastic as the containers filled with Wellbutrin and Adderall bounced on the ground. "There, you happy now, you bastard?!" he shouted angrily, tears cascading down his face.
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Thread chain: O | O=O=O | O=O=

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B146: Marco Stonecastle (adopted from Danetrix) - Weapon(s): N/A /// Status: DECEASED /// Body's location: Breaking Down the Wall (The Warehouse) /// Rank: 177/276
Thread chain: O=O=O=O

B145: Garry "Garou" Villette - Weapon(s): N/A /// Status: DECEASED /// Body's location: Burn On (The Mountain) /// Rank: 44/276
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