((Godmodding done with permission from Baby_G.))
Matt didn't even dignify her question with a decent response. Somehow, though, it was the exact answer Sera had been expecting. They'd talk about it "in the morning"? There was no guarantee that they'd even be alive in the morning. There was no guarantee that either of them would ever wake up again if they let themselves drift off into even the lightest slumber. Then again, what was she really expecting him to say? That he'd kill himself so she could go home? No, she hadn't expected that. Matt was the sort of person who was too focused on himself to take other people into consideration for too long, he'd shown that already.
Instead, he just rolled away from her.
She'd been thinking about things for a while now, although she hadn't spoken up about it. Only one wins, that's the name of the game. This boy, he was just a toy... something to provide her with some sort of amusement during her time on the island. He was a meatshield, a time filler, someone to keep around to attempt to keep some shred of sanity in this place. At least, that's what she kept telling herself. That's what she had to tell herself to keep running the game.
He didn't say much after that, simply uttering goodnight to her. He was obviously deep in thought, and that disturbed Sera somewhat. Matt wasn't a person who had ever struck her as a deep thinker, so seeing him so quiet and wrapped up in his own thoughts made her somewhat... nervous. She couldn't help but think that maybe he was conspiring against her. She was part of the competition, after all. She was one of she figured about fifteen or so people left to beat in the game before someone could go home.
I can't help but wonder if I've done the right thing here. My actions have never had consequences... even in school, it didn't matter who we picked on... it didn't matter who we made fun of. We were the popular kids, and we made the rules. The other people, they were just there... just mindless little drones with no free will. They did as they were told... they either tried desperately to fit in with us or kept to themselves and made sure to stay away from us. Back at Bathurst, we were the law... and that's just how it was. But here... now... things are so much different. I don't know what's right and wrong anymore...
But maybe... I never did.
Sera sighed slightly and rolled over on her side. It wasn't as though she'd get any rest anyway. She could sleep when she was dead, even though now that that expression was a lot more literal, it was quite chilling. It didn't take Matt long to fall asleep after that. She barely noticed, but his shallow breathing was quite the indicator. Then again, he must've been exhausted too. They'd all been in this place for a very, very long time... it seemed like they'd been on this island for years, when in reality it had only been a matter of days. Time is based on one's perception, or something like that.
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable his answer made her. Maybe paranoia was starting to take its toll on her, but he seemed less and less trustworthy as time went on. Then again, she had never really trusted him anyway. She had done what was in her own best interests. She'd teamed up with Jana to use her as sort of a meat shield. She'd played off her planned murder of Brandon Cuthbert and Adam Amato like Brandon had been some deranged psychopath and she had been caught in the crossfire of a terrible accident. Then, she'd played Kevin like a flute when she'd aligned herself with him.
When Kevin just didn't do the job anymore, when he lost to Matt and Rob back at the park, she made no effort to save him, even though he was her ally. Kevin was, after all, just a stepping stone on the way to Sera's victory. Him dying hadn't been too much of a loss. She'd gained a new, more powerful ally along the way... one that, at the time, seemed like he would bend over backward for her. As time went by, Matt proved not to be the powerful ally she'd imagined, but instead, just an atypical guy bent on getting one thing.
And, as more time went by, she started to notice that he was very much out for himself... just like her. His words right before he had fallen asleep had definitely confirmed that much. The thoughts continued brooding in her mind as she lay there staring at the legs of the desks around her. She sat up on the pallette, her attention turning to Matt, who was fast asleep.
Kill or be killed...
She kept getting the frightening premonition that if she didn't do him in, she'd be the one slaughtered by him in the end. Her daypack was there, just sitting in the floor, beckoning her to reach into it and extract her accumulated weaponry. He'd been good to her, but his usefulness was quickly dwindling, and the more time went by, the less of an asset and the more of a burden he would become. Sera sighed audibly. She hadn't been this conflicted when she played Adam and Brandon against one another and eliminated both of them from the competition. This time, it was different. It was... a lot harder.
Still, Sera found herself slowly crawling toward the daypack lying on the floor. She unzipped it quietly, and her hands scowered the insides for something... anything. She would quickly find the Ruger Redhawk she'd taken off of Adam so long ago. She'd only fired it maybe twice since then. Her eyes closed tightly as she held the gun in her hands.
Why... why is this so hard?
She flicked off the safety on the gun before making her way back across the floor to where Matt was lying. She climbed on top of him, letting her legs straddle his hips. She continued to look down at the sleeping boy, and despite knowing that this was her only option, she couldn't shake the feelings of guilt that plagued her. Her fingers traced his lower lip slowly, and she couldn't help the tears that were threatening to well up in the corners of her eyes.
Big girls don't cry, Sera. It's part of the game. You have no choice.
Her lips pressed against his own, perhaps for a little longer than they should have. She was making this harder on herself. He wasn't special. He was just a guy... a toy... a meatshield... one that had outlived his usefulness. He was just one more body standing between her and victory... and he had to be eliminated. Still, it hurt... for some reason, it really did hurt. Reluctantly, she raised the gun, placing it square on Matt's forehead.
"It's really nothing personal," she whispered, "You were the best I'd had... in a long time."
And then, she pulled the trigger.
MATT DREW - DECEASED
((Baby was actually supposed to tag this or whatever, I figured she'd want a last scene with Matt, but I don't have time to wait anymore. Sorry.))