The sweet, beckoning finger of sleep was finally starting to make itself known. Even the dry leaves in that comfy-looking sheltered patch of land, protected by both the oddly-shaped rock and the unassuming tree, seemed to spread and shape themselves into a bed that looked perfect to lay on. What was the last time Ivan had met with sleep? The struggle to remember conjured up the image and sounds of waves. Yeah... it had been waves that had greeted Ivan when he awoke, serving as a gentle invitation into what was probably going to be the longest day of his life. That was way back in... day one, and this was the dying moments of day two, maybe even the beginnings of day three.
Funny how his life now had the days numbered... what number was Ivan going to see last?
Something tugged at the umbrella in his arm. The knuckles in Ivan's hands clenched out of reflex until a popping sound was heard, but a moment later... he had let go. The gesture that Tabi was displaying to him didn't do a whole lot for his arm, but it meant something in that she was trying to do everything she could for him, trying to help him and make up for her arm, which was an incident he had blamed on her. After all he had put her through, she was still being positive. Thankful, even.
That hurt him a lot more than he was sure she could ever guess.
He had said nothing to her in response to her relieving him of his starting 'weapon', nor the strange sounds that were coming from her throat. What he had done was nothing to get all choked up about. Except we're both tired, and I've probably done her a favor. Last time, I thought I could get back in time, but no, that fucked up. Parking himself down on the leaves, Ivan dropped the daypack to one side of him, on the outside edge of their little nook while the shotgun laid on the inside, closer to the side where Tabi had sat around the same time. He found himself looking at her out of the corner of his eye, and getting a view of just how beat the girl was.
Even the manner in which she had laid herself down to sleep was screaming out for some sympathy. Tabi had laid herself down with only her hands as support, and the look of it just seemed uncomfortable in its very form. Before he could think much of what to do, Tabi spoke first.
"Don't mention it... I guess." Ivan mumbled, looking out at the areas that were left uncovered. Thanks to the sheltering geography, this left very little of a remainder in terms of viewpoints, which meant that it would be hard for them to be seen. Ivan sighed a little... in part from relief, in part from the depression and anxiety that still encompassed this whole damn island, and in large part to exhaustion. The deeply-breathing, dreaming girl next to him had the right idea. scooting into a corner of the rock's shallow 'cave', Ivan removed his glasses and placed them in his lap, then leaned his head to sleep.
"Stumpy! I've been waiting for you to show up! You have to show me the moves Mom taught you!"
A familiar voice, a familiar face... Luis? Ivan stood in front of his younger, taller brother. It seemed like weeks since the last time he had seen him... finally, somebody he could completely trust! A grin spread across Ivan's face as he moved to hug his brother, then backed up to address the request asked of him with... the usual confusion a little brother could be known to invoke.
" Bean! Wait... moves?"
"Yeah... SHOW ME YA MOVES!" Luis did some strange gesture with his hand, a modified salute of some sort. Ivan was thrown off a bit more by this, seeing as Luis usually wasn't the one to enjoy the tennis scene. Still, it was never too late to learn a new skill or three, and so Ivan tried to lead Luis over to a tennis court that appeared in the field, and yet it wasn't there before.
"No... not those." Luis's words grew stern and hard as they met with Ivan's ears. The elder brother found himself wallowing in disappointment like a child, groaning to complete the charade. "But Luis... why not? If you didn't mean tennis, then..."
Ivan's words were interrupted when something brushed up against his foot. He looked down and stepped back, not sure what was getting in his personal space, but his irritation relaxed somewhat when he saw that it was nothing more deadly than a rabbit... one of the New Zealand Dwarf rabbits that the two Kuznetsovs raised together. "Aww... come here, little guy!" Ivan cooed, reaching down to pick up the innocent creature, who had currently taken to chewing a strand of grass. A pair of darker hands had gotten to him before he could manage, though, and Ivan straightened his posture to see Luis picking up the rabbit and holding it up high.
There was nothing that could prepare him for the view of Luis snapping the rabbit's neck in one deft twist.
"Bean, what the fuck!?" Ivan yelped in growing confusion, not to mention a sharp spike in anger. Anger quickly gave way to terror when he looked into his brother's eyes, though. There was something... not right. They were looking through him, in a manner Ivan had never experienced from Luis. They were somebody's eyes, but who? Why... why was the look persisting, why driving with the unnatural gaze right through body and soul? Stop looking at me... stop looking at me, look anywhere else! STOP IT!
"I meant something more like this..." Luis giggled. "After all, you're a killer, aren't you?" Ivan shook his head in denial, his throat threatening to close and crack apart. "No, Luis, it's not.... I didn't-"
"Oh, you enjoyed it! Come on, bro! Show me how to be like you... show me how to be a cold-blooded murderer!"
A flash of light took Luis far away. It was just light, but there was the most shrill and disturbing of noises to accomany it, one that only struck the mind and not the ear. "Luis... Luis, where-" There was another flash, and hell tore through Ivan's arm. Even with all of his will telling him not to look, he turned and witnessed the streak of blood pumping from his arm, gushing an amount that seemed unnatural. As he turned further, he saw her... Clio. Clio was behind him, pointing that gun with her sadistic expression and those same cold, dead eyes, and there was nothing Ivan could do but run.
Shrill laughter cut across the sky as Ivan sprinted for the horizon, leaving the area behind only to be accosted by more endless plains, more green fields, more laughter and bullets. Metal shot through his body at random intervals, torturing him even moreso in the irregularity of it all; his arms, both legs, shots to the back that either went all the way through or left a festering hot bullet in his gut. Ivan still ran as though unhindered, but the pain was all very real. All there.
At least, it was, but then some peace seemed to be granted as it all melted away, the fields yielding to woods. The sprint slowed in gait, first to a jog and then to a simple walk. Ivan looked around to try and gain his bearings... but there was no telling where he was. The trees were all the same; they were all barren, withered and with muddy, shabby bark. The land was randomly arranged and nondescript, and so he was hopelessly lost. An undefeatable shiver ran up Ivan's spine, and his legs carried him in a small circle as he tried to discern where to go.
A kick of gravel, a groan, a muffled whisper...
These things caught Ivan's attention as they had just barely reached his ears. With a frightened gasp, he turned to try and find the source of the noise, looking frantically in the direction that he thought it had come from.
The shout was from behind him. Ivan whipped around to see Tabi, beckoning to him. For some reason, he felt compelled to run to her... was she in danger from the noises he heard? Did she know the way out? Maybe Tabi had all the answers Ivan was currently seeking, and would repay his lack of kindness by being the meek one for once, the load. The load he perceived to be, and as such, maybe he could get the chance to say he was sorry in that same stammering manner.
Her ears never got to hear it, though. "IVAN!" She called again, and her arm had nearly grasped onto his when her throat opened up, unleashing a storm of blood that splattered onto Ivan's face. The iron paint all but covered Ivan's glasses, causing him to stumble back and struggle to wipe them away. By the time he could peer back through the stained and streaked lenses, Ivan's body had completely disappeared, save for a puddle of blood that now soaked the ground.
Then the shuffling, groaning wheeze persisted. All the flesh in Ivan's body could have frozen at the subconcious realization of what he was suffering, and small cracks accompanied his neck, waist and legs as he struggled to turn around. A boy was approaching him, dragging a stick behind him, out for his blood. Not Keith... anybody but Keith.
"What's wrong? It's like you weren't expecting to see me again..." Ivan shuffled back at Keith's words. What did he want? The boy kept approaching, shaking his head in disbelief, sneering at the pitiful sight. "Oh... oh, I get it. I have a weapon this time... that's it. You're not up for a fight this time."
"No... that's not it!" Ivan blurted out, his efforts to backpedal thwarted as the unmistakable surface of a tree's trunk struck his back once more. "I didn't mean to kill you... don't.... don't hate me..."
"You didn't mean to do it? Oh, okay!" Keith lowered the weapon. "Well, in that case, it's cool! I'll just forget all about it. I have plenty of time to do that... all the time in the world, really. Because I'm dead, and you. STILL. KILLED ME!" The branch was raised once more, and jabbed for Ivan's gut. Without fully understanding what was going on, the Russian managed to dive out of the way, rolling onto the ground. Dug and scraped by sticks and roots, Ivan cringed and tried to keep running, but something cracked across his shins.
Before he knew it, his mouth was full of dirt, and he hardly had time to roll over before the tremendous force of the swinging branch crashed down onto his nose. To say it felt terrible was a statement lacking in strength. To say it was hellish was approaching an appropriate level, but there didn't exist a word for the striking, unforseen pain each swing held, crashing into Ivan's face over and over again. Yet, Ivan could see through it all, the clear images of Keith's gleeful face as he swung over and over again, Tabi and Luis's cries ringing out from somewhere, a place Ivan couldn't see or reach. As his face caved in little by little, swing by swing... Keith's was doing the same.
It was that destroyed face that Ivan never wanted to see again. And it was laughing.
The screeching drone of the island's speaker system brought Ivan back to conciousness, his body covered in a cold and debilitating sweat. The sky was showing signs of light... morning was coming once again, and so were the familiar morning announcements. For once, they were welcomed in comparison to what he had just seen.
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Jerry Fury - The man, the myth, the legend
Coleen Reagan - The girl who half-loved the world
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Cody Patton : That bitch.
Sean Mulcahy : The world was kind to reprieve him of his fear...
Jessica Sanders: She hoped it would be quick...
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