=================BEGINNING OF CHAPTER 1=========================
There's no other way than backA blonde is sitting in one of the booths of the Der Waffle Haus. She's wearing the newest fashion, hair in a fashionable due and the newest stilettos on her feet. She seems pensive. Her blue eyes welling up as she puts her head in her hands and drops to the table slowly.
[Flashback]
The same eyes, the same girl in a different era, to what seems to be decades before. Same situation, eyes welling up and sitting at a table of a bar.
Her over-acted way of pronouncing words betray that she is on a movie set. "Why darling? Why did you do this to me?" the young woman whails.
A male actor, mustached, with a black bowler hat rushes towards her. "Oh, my love, I am ever so sorry. Could you find it in your kind heart to forgive me?" He drops on his knees and continuously kisses her hands.
"Oh, Robert, Darling. Come here and hold me close". The man and the woman entwine in a fake hug as a young bloke with a tweed cap rushes toward the scene.
"And cut! Great work guys. That'll be it for the afternoon. We'll see you tomorrow!"
The man in the bowler hat quickly runs off set and turns into a door down a corridor. The blonde does the same.
[Back to present]
Kiffany, the usual waitress for the booth, approaches the table of the blonde. "So Daisy, what will it be for you today?"
Daisy looked up, seemingly a tad surprised. "Oh, Kiffany. I didn't see you."
The waitress looked up from her small notebook. "Yeah, you seem a little out of it today. Is everything okay sweety?"
Gathering her thoughts, Daisy quickly glances to the menu. "Let's go all out, just for once Kiff. Can you get me the BWCIIS?"
"Sure thing hun, coming right up."
A couple of seconds pass and a group of people enter the small establishment. They're talking amoungst eachother and point at Daisy, right before joining her in her booth.
"Hey guys", Daisy said with a happy tone in her voice.
The youngest of the group, the forever-18-year-old unalive George Lass takes a seat next to daisy. "Have you already ordered?"
"Yeah, sorry. I was hungry." Daisy smiled.
Mason, a Brittish guy took his seat right across Daisy. "So, what'd you order?"
Daisy glanced back over the menu to rethink her order. "I went with the BWCIIS"
"Good choise" Mason said as he looked at the menu himself. "Not your regular, but still a good choise."
George looked rather surprised. "BWCIIS??"
"Yeah, you read it as "Buh-Wic-Sis" Mason loosely explained, not giving any additional explenation.
"Wow, thank you captain obvious. I meant: what does it stand for?"
Roxy, a somewhat angry-looking ex-metermaid slapped Mason on the back of his head. "BWCIIS" stands for "Belgian Waffle, covered in icing sugar."
"Oh, that makes sense."
It was not before long that a seemingly older looking guy joined the group.
"Rube's here." George whispered through her teeth to the rest of the group.
"Hey gang, lovely morning don't you think?"
All eyes turned towards Rube as he too entered the booth. "I've got a little surprise for all of you." He said happily.
Mason rolled his eyes "Oh-oh. This can't be good."
"We're going on a camping trip." Rube said happily, as he took a map out of his bag that covered the entire table.
At that time, Kiffany brought Daisy's order to the table. "Here you go sweety."
She noticed the map on the table while putting the plate down. "Going somewhere?"
Rube only smiled and nodded at the waitress. "Camping trip."
"Oh, how exiting." Kiffany said as she made her way to another table. "You guys have fun!"
"Thanks." Rube said as he took his little leader booklett from out of the bag too.
Mason looked at the folder. "Ah man! Does this mean we have to work while we're camping?"
Daisy shook her head in disbelief. "I'm sorry Rube. I can't go."
Rube's eyes turned towards both Mason and Daisy. "Yes, it means that we have a job to do while we're camping and Daisy, you WILL come camping with us, whether you like it or not."
"What are we going camping for anyway?" George wanted to know. "Can't we just go to the P.D., right in time for the E.T.D. and come back after they R.I.P.?"
The thought of what she just said made George giggle on the inside.
"We are all going on this camping trip." Rube repeated.
Daisy inspected her neatly manicured nails. "But Rube, I've got an important audition coming up tomorrow. And besides, the wilderness is no place for me."
Roxy shook her head. "Girl, number one, get your head outta them clouds and number two, we're in fucking Seattle, how much "wilderness" do you expect? This is not the Mezoic era and dinosaurs have since long been extict." A little smile appeared on her face.
"Exactly." Rube said while further inspecting the map. "We're all needed at the same place, and it happens to be in Lake Easton State Park, so we're all going to show up in our camping attires, we're going to do our job and have fun. Concidder it to be a little R&R."
George looked up towards Rube. "R&R, as in Rest and Recuperation. Rube, this isn't the freaking army."
Rube smiled once again, he seemed to be in a better mood than normal. "No, peanut. R&R as in "reaper relaxation."
"Oh." George said as she exhailed. "That makes sense I guess."
Daisy sighed. "Fine, When are we to be ready?"
Rube looked up from his map once again. "Meet me here at 1 P.M. I'll give you your assignments while we're driving up."
IN A VAN, WHILE DRIVING UP TO LAKE EASTON
"Rube, can you give us our post-its, please" Mason said as he looked out of the van window with a bored expression in his eyes. "All of these trees make me love the city even more."
Rube took the post-its from his brown leader booklett. "Sure, here ya go. Peanut, mind passing them to the back?"
George passed the notes on to the backseat of the van, where Daisy and Mason where sitting side by side. Not looking at eachother and not speeking to one another.
Daisy's thoughts where drifting away once again. "Daisy." She heard someone say from a distance. "Daisy, ... Daisy, can you please take your assignment."
She shook up and realised Roxy was passing 2 post-its to her. One for her, one for Mason.
"So, the E.T.D. is 6.39 PM tonight at the camping site of the lake." George read off the paper. "Any idea on what's gonna happen?"
"Do we ever?" Roxy quickly replied.
AT THE CAMPING GROUNDS. 5.49 P.M.
Mason looked around the camping grounds. The place seemed rather deserted. There were 4 trailers on the entire peremisis. "So, who are we supposed to get?"
George giggled a little at the poor sight of 4 trailers. "Want my guess? Everyone."
What's the name on your post-it?
One after the other, going from Rube to Daisy read:
"K. Marshall – E.T.D. 6.39.", "C. Marshall – E.T.D. 6.39.", "L. Glotten – E.T.D. 6.39.", "I. Pennington – E.T.D. 6.39.", S. Beaches – E.T.D. 6.39."
"Lemme look at that post-it." Mason requested Daisy. "ha-ha. S. Beaches. Would be kinda funny if her first name would be "Sandy" than ej?"
It took them a few seconds to see the joke in it. "Sandy Beaches."
One by one they took care of their reap, giving them a quick brush over their shoulder, back or arm to assure a quick and possibly painful accidental death.
George took a while to ponder on the cause of death. "So, whatta you think's gonna happen?"
Mason couldn't help but to speculate. "Well, seeing as they all have the exact same E.T.D., i'd go for something big. A flash of lightning, a landslide, Daisy's ego."
Mason laughed and looked at the water. George looked at Daisy, who was seemingly hurt by Mason's remark.
"So, you okay?" she enquired.
Daisy closed her eyes as to not show her emotions. "I'm fine Georgia. I'm just not the outdoor type is all."
"Are you sure? You looked kinda hurt."
"I'm telling you, I'm fine." Daisy repeated more firmly than the time before. "Can you be a doll and just leave me be for a while?"
George slowly distanced herself from Daisy, continiously but carefully watching her.
When nighttime had fallen, the group withdrew themselves into the trailers of the newly deceased. Everyone had their own trailer, exept Daisy and George, they were roomies once again.
As soon as Daisy was covered under her covers and sound asleep, George quietly went out of their trailer and wandered towards the one next to theirs.
She heard the noise of a television coming from the inside, possibly also the sounds of pornography. "Psst, Psst. Mason." She whispered as she knocked on the door a couple of times. "Mason, are you there?"
The sound of the t.v. went down and a small "click" was heard. Mason opened the door. "Georgie? What are you going here? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"
George quickly pushed Mason into the trailer and pushed him on a chair. As suspected, there was a porno-DVD installed in the dvd player and George could see the box lying on a small table, next to several empty bottles of beer and a halfly filled one. "I need to talk to you." She said as she turned the tv and DVD player off.
"Can't you do that tomorrow?"
"Nope, I can't. Its about Daisy."
"And it can't wait untill tomorrow because its about Daisy?"
"Exactly. She's sleeping right now and I don't want her to know."
"Fine. Begin." Mason sighed.
"Look, I think there's something wrong with her. She's been acting really emotional about just about everything and she seems really down. Do you know what's wrong with her?"
Mason looked at George surprised. "I haven't noticed anything?"
"That's because you haven't been paying enough attention to her and too much attention on making her feel like an ass." George angrily stated.
"How do you recon?"
"Well, your "they're gonna die from something big, like Daisy's ego" comment wasn't exactly the high point of tact, and you know she's fragile when it comes to things like that."
"Ah fuckin'Hell." Mason exclaimed angrily. "That's it, the final fucking straw."
Mason stormed out of the trailer angrily and went over to George and Daisy's trailer. He knocked on the door several times and repeated it when no one opened the door on the initial try.
After a short while, Daisy opened the door. Standing in night garments and a silk robe. She quivered as a cold gust of wind reached the trailer.
"Mason? What the fuck?" She rolled her eyes as her anger continued to grow. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Mason pushed Daisy into the trailer and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
"What the hell are you telling George?!?" Mason angrily yelled at her.
Daisy looked at him in dismay. "Whatta you mean, "what am I telling George"?
"Why does George find it neccesary to highjack my trailer, telling me that I'm being such an ass for whatever it is your feelings got hurt of?"
"What..." Daisy didn't know what to say as she hadn't seen Mason in such a state of rage. "Mason, have you been drinking?"
He turned his eyes and tried to compose himself. He took a couple of deep breaths, in and out.
Daisy, still confused as to why she was abruptly awoken from her sleep, could only look at him and she hoped anger or alcohol wouldn't get the better of him again. She held her robe tightly to her body.
[FLASHBACK]
Daisy is on the movie set once again. She is reading a script, scimming through page after page as her co-star enters her dressing room, clearly intoxicated.
"Hello gorgeous" She heard from the background.
She looked around and saw the mustached man with a bottle of liquor in his hands. "Hi Edward, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing just fii'hne" the man replied with a double, if not tripple tongue. How are y'hu doing goldie locks?"
"Edward, I'm practicing my lines and I'd appreciate it if you'd let me be."
The man came closer to her and embraced her. He dug his prickely mustached face in her neck. "Has anyone ever told you that you smell lovely?"
An ever-more incomfortable Daisy pushed him away from her. "Can you just leave?"
That's when the man came closer once again and started kissing her. Her forehead, mouth, her neck and going down even further.
As she tried pushing him away from her, he became more enraged. He hit her several times over the face and ripped off her clothes.
Barely concious, she felt the man mounting her body. Realisation as to what was going on kicked in. As she tried to scream, he hit her again and again. Leaving her on the floor bleeding as he had his way with her.
When he was done, she tried to fight him off again. Once again, she was beaten. Her clothes now drenched in her own blood, which was sippeling through her mouth, nose and ears.
While already down on the ground, he continued to bash in on her with his bare hands, later swapping those for his belt and raping her once again while threatening her with a piece of glass that came off of the bottle, which was now broken.
[Back to present]
That's what Daisy was thinking about in those moments. Hoping Mason would be able to contain himself, wishing...no, praying, that the same thing wouldn't happen to her once again. And she felt tears beginning to run down her cheeks softly.
=====================END OF CHAPTER 1===========================