*tiny GMing on Steve here, if Dan has any problems with it I'll change it*
Eris Marquis smiled with the utmost satisfaction as she saw the bullet hit Dante Coooper, and not just because she'd finally managed to hit someone. Dacey and Steve, no doubt allerted to the situation by her, had turned and fired themselves, and he collapsed backwards. And it had all been because of her. She'd proven once again that she was the only one here who could possibly....
Then Dacey fell to the ground, and everything went to hell, and Eris Marquis came quite rapidly to a realization about herself.
"No! NO! Look, I was aiming for that guy! He, he was going for her gun and you two didn't notice it! I wasn't aiming for her Steve I swear it...."
HOW did everything always manage to go wrong? Why did things have to be so difficult for her?! She was supposed to take out Dante, and finally be recognized for her greatness by the rest of them! Instead, the lanky girl had gotten her stupid ass in the way and managed to get taken out as well. And they were blaming HER for that? Now they were considering a murderer? She was NOT. She was not one of those crazy killing students, not one of those psychos just looking to kill.
She was just looking to survive.
"Look, it would be so stupid for me to just shoot her Ryan Lulu back me up here I didn't mean to shoot her Steve believe me"
Steve was clearly not listening. He didn't care. And of course, why would he? All his life, he'd had everything given to him. All his life, he'd taken from people like her. He'd had what she should have had. He'd been who she should have been. And now Steve Digaetano was going to take this game from her.
She somehow managed to keep her fingers on the gun, though it was pointed at the cottage planks, completely useless to her. He had the drop on her, and she couldn't do anything but try to plead for her life.
"Please Steve I didn't mean to shoot her I was trying to help I'll go I'll leave just don't shoot please"
Then the announcements came on. That drooling idiot in charge of this whole thing went on with his unfully spiel, of course announcing her straight up as Dacey's killer, as if she was one those mental cases like Rizzolo or Lex Machina.
Now, it was all ruined. Everyone would put just lump her in with them, and everything she'd worked for, everything she'd WANTED, well it would all just go up in smoke. She'd tried to play this game with logic, with intelligence, the way that it SHOULD be played, but at every corner it seemed that the universe itself was conspiring against Eris Marquis, ruining everything.
Lulu, who although clearly ridiculously naive and stupid was the only one of their group who'd proven to be worth a damn, quickly took off, and she could see that Digaetano's had momentarily shifted his vision to see her leave. And when his attention was distracted for that split second, she took the chance, and raised her gun. By the time he turned back, she'd raised her Taurus in both hands, pointing it directly at him.
Of course, Steve still had his guns pointed in her direction, so she couldn't just well shoot him, but at least he wouldn't just shoot her now. Atwell was there too, but he was in her field of vision and if he'd decided to take a shot, she'd have enough time to pull the trigger herself.
And the three of them stood there for a long moment, knowing that their collars would soon start to beep. And the tears were running down her face again, and she had no choice but to acknowledge them this time.
How had it all come to this?
"You wanted to know how it felt to be hated, Steve? Let me ask you how you feel right now, Digaetano. You're alone. All your friends are gone. People are coming to kill you on this island. How do you feel? Well, that's how I've felt EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE, thanks to people like you. You too, Atwell. I came here, I was willing to work with you and your stupid plan, and Lulu, she was the only was even willing to SPEAK with me like a civilised person! If you two had been more like her, then NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! I TRIED to help, and you two spat right in my face! You, you're the big football here Steve! You're one of the big shots on the council Ryan! You should be PROTECTING people like Lulu, like everyone else! You should be LISTENING to people like me!
And you just come up to my face and you, and you have the NERVE to call me those things?! FUCK you, Digaetano. I'M ERIS MARQUIS, AND YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT! YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN ME!! You thought you had it all, didn't you?! You had NOTHING. Like me, Steve.
You've got nothing left."
She kept the gun pointed in Steve's direction, and momentarily flicked her eyes to Ryan.
"Atwell, put your gun down. This is between me and the hero here."
The situation had even caused the cut on her forehead to open itself up again, and blood began seeping through the bandage there. It ran in a small trickle down her face as she returned her glare to the star quarterback in front of her.
"So you think you deserve to live, Steve? You think you deserve it more than I do?! Fine! Then you go ahead and shoot! C'mon! Try to take me out without getting shot yourself, big football hero!"
Maybe one of them would walk away from the cottage. Maybe none of them would walk away from here. But Eris would make certain that both of them wouldn't.
"You heard the speakers, Steve. We've got about four minutes left. I'm betting you blink first. Unless you really are the hero."
She held the gun in unsteady hands.