[[Gracie Wainwright continued from Break Up and Break Down
A sharp gasp, followed by a stifled moan resonated from Gracie, her hand working meticulously to cover up the blotchy red and purple contusion blossoming from her cheekbone up toward her eye. The skin was still extraordinarily tender, even under the soft bristles of her makeup brushthanks for that, Kyle! Douchebag. Poor Hayley. It mustve been hard to date the worlds biggest prick, itd explain why she was such a skank though. Whatever. And hey, if they got their shit together, theyd probably
be able to pop out at least one crack-baby by the time the game ended.
Gracie sighed, further reclining into the hard yet oh-so-welcomed tree at her back, her eyes still trained on the compact in her free hand as she continued to try and hide the bruise. Her body ached in unison with her face, the taxing trek across the island and the sleepless night beginning to catch up with her. The cooling shade of the overly-large tree and the distant sound of the crashing waves would have put her to sleepif it werent for the squealing and crackling and subsequent abrasive voice roaring throughout the area.
It felt like it when on for hours, but in reality the culmination of nineteen kids lives ended with a three second shout-out over a P.A System. And, to be incredibly honest, Gracie didnt really feel any different than she had beforeno desire to cry or scream to the ever-present cameras or throw a hissy. She kind of felt the same way she did when Pappy died, that empty cloggy feeling where you just dont even realize what happened until you stop seeing them around and they stop picking you up from school and stuff like that, yknow? She hadnt seen Pappys body either, maybe that was her problem. You could say someone was dead until you were blue in the face, but unless you see it with your own eyes its just words. Ignorance is bliss, yeah? Gracie made a mental note of the players, though. She didnt want to be someones after-thought.
Without realizing it, Gracies heavy eyelids succumbed to the weight, her hands hung limp with their respective items still held loosely, and her head lolled to the sidefinally accepting the sleep that was itching to overtake her. For a brief moment in her own subconscious she was home again, eating dinner with A.J and the twinsa magnificent Thanksgiving dinner lay sprawled out over the table, the harmonious scent wafting into their nostrils. She was hungry. So hungry. Hungry enough to forgo the use of normal silverware and begin ripping and tearing at the turkey, her bitten-down nails digging deep into the soft meat and relishing each chunk ripped from the bone. A.J was at her side, pushing forcefully against Gracie with her muscular shouldertrying to strong-arm her way into her territory. Move over
! Gracie growled, whipping her head around to face her sisterthough what was received her wasnt what she was looking for.
Kyle Portman lunged at her, his hands wrapping around her neck as they toppled off the table and landed with a sickening thud on the stone floor. The twisted, upbeat medley of bells, whistles, and cheerful carnival music filled her ears as she tried to pry Kyles iron grip from around her neck. Clio, RUN!
He screamed at her, spittle flinging into her blue-ing face.
Her entire face tightened, the immense pressure itself felt as if itd rupture her eyessending them and gore flying every which way. She tried to plead with him, tried to make him stop and let her live, but nothing came out of her closed airway.
The screaming sounded distant, the convulsing of her own body fore-fronting her mind. Darkness swallowed her peripheral vision, desperation kicked into over-drive. She could feel her life slipping away, she wouldnt even get
a last breath.
Only pitch black remained.
Her breath was ragged when she woke, moisture that pricked at the corners of her eyes were quickly wiped away. Gracie clapped a hand over her chest and took several deep breaths, an arbitrary attempt to calm her racing heart and collect her bearings. All the while, she watched the retreating form of an unknown male racing away from the warehouse some distance away. Still keeping her eyes trained on the John Doe, while also trying to suppress the terror from her nightmare, she shoved her makeup back into her newly compounded G010 duffel bag. Lucky number her ass, freakin cursed by Draculina herself. She really
shouldnt have dumped hers back along the beach. Worst idea ever.
Giving the almost-gone figure a last incredulous look, Gracie swung her duffel over her shoulder and grabbed her rifle from its perch against the tree. Halfway between jogging and running, she made her way over to the warehouse. She wasnt sure what
made that dude run away, but she couldnt deny her curiosity. There was a saying about curiosity, but honestly? If a stupid ass idiom stopped you from doing something, then youre a retard. And if it was trouble, then so be itshe had protection. That whole debacle at the fun fairwasnt gonna happen again. She learned her lesson.
And God save him if she ever ran into Kyle Portman again, else mommad have a new pair of boots.
Gingerly stepping through the opening in the door, Gracie instantly heard yelling. Part of her pleaded with her to forget about it and leave, but Gracie was Gracie. She couldnt fight the curiosity. Trying as hard as she could the mask the clicking of her boots, she moved down a hallway. Beams of sunlight pierced through holes in the roof, providing some guidance as she traipsed her way toward the voices. With each bend she turned, they became louder and louderuntil she peaked around a container and found the participants.
Two boys with their backs to her and a girl.
And not one of them had a weapon that wasnt dangerous.
Gracies back slid down the container, suddenly feeling far too scared to even think about retracing her steps and leaving. Instead, she pulled her duffel to her chest and listened.
Just like she should have listened to that damn cat.