A fiery rage started to build within Vesa...not only did she tell him that Jodeen was still alive, but she was going to protect her?
He lifted the axe with what little strength he had left and pointed it at her, the blood from the slash across his back beginning to seep through.
"So she's stronger than you expected her to be, eh? Can't help but to feel at least SOME sense of respect...even if she is a sociopath that isn't worthy of the air she breathes. 'Sides, you know she isn't going to protect Jodeen...she'll end up suffering the same fate as her brother in the corner over there."
He then eyed her with a gaze that could turn one to stone. "You...you lie," he said simply, "I've now seen who you are, Mariavel...you don't wanna protect her. You want to kill her...just like you did to her brother. When I kill you and get off this island, I will tell her of you and what you did to Matti...and what you were about to do to her." Vesa watched the girl as she disappeared. He didn't pursue her...at least for the time being as he had important matters to attend to, namely the dressing of the wounds she inflicted on him. Slowly, he forced himself to pick up the knife Mariavel discarded, still stained with fresh blood before taking it to his pack and putting it inside. Then he sifted through it for the one thing that could prolong his life - even if only for a couple more hours - the first aid kit.
Showing no emotion, Vesa tended to his injured forearm as the loudspeaker came to life. He knew the rolls of tape and bandages he confiscated from the hospital would come in handy as he dressed the wound; it wasn't perfect as he had to wrap one section, cut the roll with his knife, and tape it so it wouldn't fall. All the while, he was listening to Danya's latest announcement and hearing the names of those that had died. A smile, though brief, came over the big Finn's face when he heard the boiler room scene being described. "Hell of a way to go..."
he thought as Danya moved on to Garry Dodd. He had heard the rumors that he was related to Adam, the winner of the first edition of Survival of the Fittest, but dismissed them as just that. Anyone could have the name Dodd and it could've been just another case of irony presenting itself to everyone.
The next two made Vesa drop what he was doing and lower his head. Andi Ayala was the first person he encountered on the island...he was the one that he shared visions of bloodlust with as they made their way into a tangled web of drugs and escape plots. Peter Rosenthal was someone that he knew for a long time...as an online pen pal while he still lived in Finland that he wanted to meet for real. He wanted that opportunity to be under better circumstances than what they were outside the hospital as a tear rolled down his cheek, couple with the pain that was starting to build. Part of it was the physical pain that was inflicted in the fight with Mariavel...but another part was purely emotional as he lifted his head to the heavens.
(Farewell, Andi...and Peter) he said, using the Finnish versions of their names, "Valhalla awaits...but you were lucky...lucky to have died in the arms of someone you love. I don't think...I'll share that in my fate." The rest of the announcement was irrelevant to Vesa as he continued to tend to his wound, the damage having already been done.
He had just finished the forearm and was just about to see what he could do with his back when he heard something that he hadn't heard before.
Vesa was confused. He had already lost a bit of blood and thought he was hearing things as he packed up and started to make his way throughout the hotel. Eventually, he would come across the body of one Ernest Decarteret, and Vesa smiled when he knelt down beside him.
"We meet again, old friend," he said, "So much for your little escape plan..." He opened Ernest's pack and the first thing he saw was the ball of twine; it wasn't much, but enough for what he had in mind for his next victim as he stashed it away. "Oh, and I hope that life is good for you north of sixty-six..." The last comment was a teasing one as the beeping started to become more incessant...and then it hit him.
"Shit...this has become a danger zone..."
It took him a while, but Vesa was able to make his way back out the front lobby and into the open again, looking back to see what was the final resting place of his best friend...at least in New Jersey...before heading off to wherever would stop the beeping...
((Continued in Carry Stress in the Jaw