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Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 1:06 P.M. (Deserted Island: Inner Woodland)
Peaceful serenity in the woods started to wash over the three kids as the afternoon pressed on. The birds in the trees began singing beautifully while the leaves blew softly in the breeze. If you listened closely enough, you could even hear the calm white waves come rumbling up to the shore.
Ever since they ate that delicious lunch, Tori and Beck never felt more at ease since they arrived at this island knocked out with metal bands around their necks. Speaking of which… Beck raised his fingers up to it and hooked his index finger underneath the collar, feeling his moist neck. With a look of disgust, he wiggled it a few times causing it to make a few clanking sounds.
"Uh, if we escape…wouldn't we need to get these things taken care of?" Beck asks, still playing with it like it was scab.
"Would you stop that," Katniss sighed causing Beck to bring his hands down slowly, "Keep doing that and you'll blow like a firecracker…" Beck shivered from the thought and really felt helpless…They had no one else. They couldn't even find anyone else.
Beck! Don't give up! Remember your promise to Mike! Protect her…protect her at all costs, the determined boy thought fiercely and let motivation take its course. "You didn't answer me…" Beck says with his voice a lot stronger. He was back and ready to fight these government morons.
"Hmph!" Katniss scoffed with a smile at how much Beck has changed suddenly. "Basically we can't. These damn things," Katniss flicked the edge of her collar with the tip of her well filed nail, "Track our every move…with these on, we're pretty much screwed if we try to escape."
"Well…then how do we get out of here?" Tori sighed while touching the cold metal around her neck with her trembling fingers. Katniss tossed her deadly spear over to her bag and grimaced with her eyes focused on her hands.
"We're going to have to team up…that's all we can do. What about that one kid…Jake? Jake right?" Katniss said his name slowly to get a nod of approval from the other two.
"Yeah…Jake! He's a major hacker Katniss! One time he brought the entire school system down and changed everyone's grades just before report cards were due!" Beck laughed with excitement. "Sure he got suspended for a whole month but…he's someone we can definitely count on!" Katniss knit her eyebrows together and thought about it for a few seconds.
"Jake! Yeah…Katniss he's amazing. He's like the next Bill Gates! You'll like him Katniss, you two have a lot in common," Tori chimed in while leaning forward with her hands buried in the grass roots. Beck looked over at the Latina girl and grinned.
"Definitely. He…he'll know exactly what to do. I just know! Plus, you two have the same attitudes kind of," Beck flashed a determined smile before turning to Katniss who was thinking about it intently. "…Well?"
The olive toned girl looked up and nodded once with a grin. "So…you want to look for this Jake kid or what?" she said while leaping to her feet and grabbed her bags. She slung them around her shoulders in one try and stared Beck and Tori's faces. "Well…do you?"
Tori smiled and began laughing while Beck smirked with his fists raised in triumph and nodded frantically. "Wait about Kendall? I heard that he gathered a big group and they're hiding out somewhere," Tori whispered into Beck's ear with her eyes wide with hope.
"Seriously? Damn! Well…first let's find Jake and the others, and then we'll try and meet up with Kendall and his group. Okay?"
Tori nodded with a huge smile and threw her arms around him, hugging him as tight as she could. "You've got to be the coolest guy I know," she said with her head over his shoulder. Her hair chocolate colored hair tickled Beck's golden nose and made him grin with happiness. Katniss stood near a swaying tree that was as thin as a supermodel with a funny look on her face.
"Are you two lovebirds ready yet?" she chuckled while shaking her head. Her jet black hair, flew in the braid she had like the tail of a horse.
"Y-Yeah! Hey! We…uh…we aren't like…um…Gosh Katniss were not!" Tori stammered while brushing her hair back with frantic strokes. Her cheeks tinted with cherry red color. Beck smiled at her and patted her back which caused her to jump.
"C'mon Tor' we've got a hardcore team to make."
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Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 1:28 P.M. (Deserted Island: Small Shrine)
Ever since this morning, fashionable diva True Jackson wasn't able to trust anyone. After hearing all the horrid screaming and blaring gunshots erupt all over the island like a terrifying horror filled ride, True decided to trust no one…except her bestie…the one and only Lulu Johnson. Last night, True was running through the forest until she felt a strong hand grab her and after she spun around and pointed her gun violently at the attacker…she saw a group of five people…five! It was Kendall, Carly, Cat, Logan and James…all standing there with guns…Guns and Knives! Calling her over in a whisper.
"Come on True! You can trust us girl!" Carly Shay the bubbly cheerleader with wavy brown hair begged from within the trees.
No…can't trust you…can't trust you…you have weapons…you-you'll kill True, the dark skinned girl thought with tears springing to her fearful eyes. True can't trust anyone…anyone! Except…except Will and Lu…Lulu is my bestie…
"True…come on! We can figure this out together! We're all friends, you're safe with us," Kendall said with reassurance in his voice while offering a helping hand out to her shaking body.
Nu-uh! True Jasckson ain't trustin' nobody! Nobody! You'll kill me once I have my back turned…I'm…I-I'm sure of it!
After backing away from them, True sped off in a hurry ignoring the calls from behind her that came from the 'trustworthy' group. She didn't know where to go, but she didn't care…as long as she felt safe. That's all that mattered.
Now, True was running through the woods with her gun tightly gripped in her well polished fingers. The bright purple nails on her fingers were chipped here and there and her hair was absolutely everywhere…she looked like hadn't slept for days.
"Where…where will True go!" she huffed while moving her legs as far as they could take her. "Andre? No! Not trustworthy enough…not even Beck…maybe-no not them! Not Kacey! Who…who can I turn to…True feels so lonely!" the hysterical girl cried while crunching the dead leaves beneath her running feet.
She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and panted while holding the deadly pistol close to her heaving chest. It felt strange…True's never handled a gun in her life. All she's ever done was help design clothes with her mom and aid her dad in his DJ business…never has she fired a gun. She didn't want to…but she couldn't even think straight. Her head throbbed excessively as the voices filled her head.
"True! Why can't you just trust us!"
"Yeah! We were there for you and now…we're dying because you aren't helping us. You're bad True! You're a bad, bad friend."
"No…I…don't know what to do you guys," she sobbed while holding her head from all the voices spinning around in her mind like a carousel ride. She then clutched the gun and held it to her side with the barrel pointing at the ground while touching the locket on her neck. She popped it open and admired the picture inside of it, Will Smith…her idol. His face smiled brightly from the locket and up at True and said, "Hey True…what up with the sad face girl?"
"Will…I'm so scared! I-I don't wanna die! Not here…not like this!" True bawled into her hands that contained the shiny locket.
"Don't cry baby…you want me to sing your favorite jam? Summertime?"
"Yeah…please! I-I want you to protect me Will! You'll protect True right? Right?" in reality…the picture didn't respond. That would be crazy…but True believed it was talking back to her like a regular person. Her blurry eyes from the tears fell onto the picture and she said, "Hey, Will? Should I have joined Kendall? No…they would have killed me…killed you too Will! Kill us both!"
True felt a clear stream of tears begin to flow down her stained cheeks again and breathed slowly. She didn't want to be here! She wanted to be at home with her mom…her mom would be working on a design for her company right now. She would be sewing and drawing the structure onto a large notepad with a concentrated face while her dad sat in his famous lounge chair, sorting his music CDs for the next gig he would get. True would be sitting down on the couch…watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air with curlers in her hair while she did her nails…
"Please…Will, I need you…I feel like I'm losing mind. I feel like I'm going crazy!" she cried frantically at the picture. Just then, a sound rustled from behind her and she felt a tightening feeling rise in her chest. She turned around and fired her pistol in a state of panic… it was the poor cat that Tori and Beck ran into. "K-Kitty?" True mumbled with her mouth open as wide as a book.
The cat groaned in pain as it collapsed into the bushes with a bloody wound on the side of its bony body…Did I kill it! D-Did I? Will…did you see? I had to though! Could have gotten True!
Not being able to handle all the stress that was overwhelming her, True took off again with her bags and ran. She left the cat…left it for dead as it continued to groan from within the bushes.
"That! That could have been a person True! Could have had a gun…or knife! Knife True! Stab you dead!" she screamed with hot tears flooding her eyes as she ran over the stiff leaves. "True has to be careful…True has to shoot anyone! Anyone one she meets! N-no m-mercy…or else…or else True will end up dead…DEAD!" True continued to cry out in third person as her breathing radically increased again. "I can't Will…I just can't!"
Take a bath…do my hair…do my nails and face…hot cocoa…mom…dad…Fresh Prince…Will! No mercy! Shoot them all dead! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot True!
Tears were pouring down the poor girl's cheeks now and the lid of her locket containing the picture of her celebrity interest, Will…swung violently around her neck (Side to side…up, down, up again).
No damn Mercy or I will be killed! Will…Shoot! Mom…Dad. Shoot! Shoot! A brand new record for this stupid game!
It was official…True Jackson was losing her poor mind.
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Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 1:47 P.M. (Deserted Island: High School Classroom)
Now that the announcements were over Mr. Eikner was able to sit back in his comfortable leather computer chair…and enjoy eating a nice double cheeseburger. He knew that children were starving or scavenging for food out there…but he didn't care. He was hungry and needed something greasy and delicious.
"Hey! Lieutenant!" Mr. Eikner boomed from his desk in the front while chewing viciously on a bite of his burger. The lieutenant looked over from his position in the classroom and widened his eyes. His serious face was bathed in the afternoon sunlight.
"Yes sir?" he asked from his spot near the door. All the desks were lined up straight and neat again, blood stains were scrubbed off of the floors and walls thoroughly so that there was no trace of Amanda or Mike's bodies. The only thing that could be heard in the room besides the obnoxious chewing from the teacher was the quiet air blowing diligently from the vents overhead.
"Can you run a scan for me?"
"A scan? On whom sir?" the lieutenant asked in confusion. Usually teachers never ran scans on the students unless it was completely mandatory.
"Run a scan on Zander Robinson, Male number twelve, would you?" Mr. Eikner said with joyful grin.
"Uh, yes sir…" the lieutenant paced over to the computer that still had twenty-five blinking numbers flashing wildly on the screen. "Um…Zander Robinson sir?"
"Yes…now hurry and give the report," he urged impatiently while wiping a drop of ketchup off of the side of his mouth. The lieutenant nodded in response before typing the keys at fast pace…not quite at Jake's speed though.
"He's right by sector…H3 sir by the southern mountains. He's just…running," he announced in a solemn tone.
"Running? Yawn…what a bore. I wish he would show the audience what he's capable of already…earn him a few fans you know? By the way…who do you believe is going to win this year lieutenant?" Mr. Eikner stared at the soldier awaiting an answer.
"Oh, uh…most likely…Camille Roberts sir. She's already racked up a vicious body count of six already," he answered back in admiration.
"Yes…our little drama queen. Hmph! Well in my opinion…I believe Lucy is going to win. Ah yes, the little angel of death!" Mr. Eikner burst with sick sounds of laughter. The soldiers stood there unnerving and felt their insides lurch. This guy even scared a group of government soldiers…
"Any who…" the lieutenant interrupted the teacher's strange trance. "Zander's been on the move for quite a while…like he's looking for someone-"
"Of course he's looking for someone you dope!" shouted the man from his oak wood desk; his cheeseburger crushing beneath his thick fingers. "You know how kids are these days with there crushes and infatuations…but, I must say that Zander knows how to pick them," he stared at Stevie's class photo that hung on the board, clean of an X to signify her death. She gave a small smirk to the camera and narrowed her eyes as if she were giving an intimidating glare.
"But sir…she…she could kill him," the lieutenant blabbed while slowly walking back to his post.
"I don't think so…she's probably doing the exact same thing. Teens need to get that comfort somewhere."
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Sunday: June 2nd, 2010 – 2:15 P.M. (Deserted Island: Southern Mountains)
Stevie stuck her head carefully out into the open from the bushes she was carefully maneuvering through. She then flew into the dark shadow of a tree trunk in order to keep herself from being seen due to the fact that it was broad daylight that illuminated the island.
"Alone…alone and it's never felt so…somewhat good," she muttered to herself before picking up a pile of pebbles that were huddled next to the base and roots of the tree. She looked at them with a smirk before tossing them out in front of her and waited to see if she could hear or see anyone up ahead…nothing. Thank God.
"All clear Stevie…" she whispered to herself, "Now…let's go find ourselves a muai thai boxing freak." She giggled after thinking of who she was discreetly talking about. She strode up the steep hills that lead to the mountain peak in extreme caution while looking down at her bandaged thigh once in a while to check if anything looked wrong like infection or another crossbow being lodged into it again…
The dark green trees grew closer together as the mountain went on and Stevie couldn't help but glance in every direction with extreme caution. She gripped the handle of her switchblade and looked behind her slender shoulder to check for any undesirable classmates…none.
Her energy was a little low thanks to her small lunch of dining bread. Bon appetite! And a tiny swig of water…but the heat had finally passed and the humidity dropped splendidly and Stevie couldn't be more grateful about that. The breeze felt great against Stevie's face as she continued her hike up the dark green mountain. Stevie, as mentioned before, was on the school's track team and is the best runner and sprinter on the team. She had a fantastic sense for distances but now…she wasn't going to go off with such carelessness. The tension was too high and anyone could be a killer. Stevie wasn't going to take any chances.
Gibby fell perfect in that category. Stevie glanced down at her wrapped thigh as she thought back on the grim circumstance. She couldn't just go off and start trusting her classmates.
No…that would be suicide. She already disliked Lucy the first day she laid eyes on her and her pathetic group of followers…however, Molly was already pronounced dead on the noon report…
Maybe they all figured out that they're a bunch lying sluts and turned on one another, Stevie thought with a frown as she ascended a steep rocky hill. As she reached the top, her agitated breathing became awkward since her throat kept pressing against the piece of metal around her slim throat.
"Curse these godforsaken…" Stevie hissed while tugging at it but suddenly stopped after realizing one important thing that Mr. Eikner had told them on the first night.
"Pulling at it may trigger it as well so please don't do that either."
"Shit…this thing hurts," she placed her hands back to her side and snarled from the chaffing it caused. Not only was it suffocating, but it dug deep into her throat like a pair of ugly robot claws. Oh well…Stevie couldn't sit here and bitch about it, she had to continue…she had to get moving. Wait…what's that?
Stevie sank into the shadows of a nearby tree after hearing a rustling noise from one of the thickets ahead of her. "Dear God…no, let it be Zander…please…let it be him," Stevie muttered to herself while keeping the blade close to her with closed eyes. But it wasn't, and when she opened her eyes…she wished that everything would end right there.
It was a guy alright, but it wasn't Zander…it wasn't anyone that Stevie wanted to associate herself with. The boy turned around and revealed his sick face…it was Nelson Baxter, that sick perv.
"Shit! Of all people! Why this jerk?" Stevie hissed while moving out of the shadows. She knew that he would find her one way or another, so it would be best if she just dealt with him right now…head on.
"Steve…is that you?" his face contorted into something that resembled innocent…too bad he wasn't. He would have been believable if he weren't some girl crazy sex addict, ah well. Stevie hated this kid's guts. Every girl probably did considering he probably groped or made some sort of unwanted advance towards them.
"I…I-I! You'd better get out here! It's gonna get ugly if you don't!" the smaller boy screamed at the top of his lungs.
Moron…could he be more obvious. Stevie thought with an irritated look…if he had a gun, he would have shot her down by now…what's the catch. She took more hesitated steps into the broad daylight where he could see her perfectly. The golden leaves that were scattered all over the mountain crunched beneath her feet once she stopped and stared into the class pervert's eyes.
"Whoa…I hit the jackpot!" Nelson groaned in sick pleasure. This guy was disgusting…straight up nasty. His eyes stared directly into hers like daggers about to stab their prey and licked his lips. "Oh yeah…"
"Keep it down you idiot. Maybe you really want some female company but I'm not in the mood," Stevie hissed at him while walking closer with her weapon close intact.
"Listen to you! The same snotty-ass beotch…"
Ugh…goddamn idiot! Stevie painfully thinks to herself while Nelson holds up a strange gun. Wait…a crossbow? Where in the hell did he get that? Nelson had an extremely tight grip on the crossbow has he set it right on Stevie. All she did was walk as slowly as she could around him as he kept a lustful eye on her.
"Look Nelson," she bluntly says to him with a roll of her eyes. It's all about the attitude when it comes to fending off guys like him… "I'm not looking for a fight alright. So if you'd just put that thing down-"
"Ha! Do I look like an idiot to you?"
"…I don't think you want me to answer that. Now, be a good boy and try not to kill yourself with that okay…where did you get that anyway?" she folded her arms in an intimidating fashion while finishing her comment. Nelson grinned in a sleazy way as he gestured towards the weapon in his hands.
"This little beauty? Let's just say that I'm borrowing it permanently," he growled with a sick smile. Stevie widened her eyes a bit as if she were shocked. Of course the poor boy lost it that night and sure…she was ticked about him landing her leg with a bolt but still…Nelson had no right to do that to him. "That's right Baskara…I killed someone already. Don't think that you're any different!"
Hmm, Stevie thought in her mind as she darted her eyes in every direction, looking for a little way out. Okay…he has that dumb thing pointed at me now…but if I dodge it, then I can make a run for it right? It takes a little while to reload that thing doesn't it? Yeah…it's definitely possible Stevie! There is no way…I'm taking another one of those things into my body…no damn way!
Stevie slowly planted another foot onto the dirt covered earth with her eyes glued to Nelson in order to anticipate his next move. Then another. Then another. Then-
"Another step and I send this thing right into your fuckin' skull!"
Hmph! How gentleman like…
Nelson's teeth were like a hyena's when he barred them at her. His sandy brown hair swept over his eyes and his dark brown eyes were almost bulging from their sockets.
"What was that? Sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly…did you just say that if I try and escape…you'll shoot?" she asked in a low tone that sent shivers down Nelson's spine.
"L-Look Stevie…I don't wanna hurt you. I uh…just think that we could be allies…you know? Team up," he gave the carefree shrug to indicate that it was all good now. Something all guys do when they think they're being smart. It pissed Stevie off. She couldn't stand him at all.
First you threaten me and gawk at me like a vulture…then you actually have the nerve to ask me this? Disgusting little pig!
"Hmph…I'm fine. Thanks for the little offer though. Maybe you should go to someone who actually wants to be around you…oh yeah, that'd leave you with absolutely no one huh?" she slyly grinned as Nelson's face quickly twisted in anger at her remark. Got him! Got him right where it hurts…good work girl!
"What…but I…have the perfect weapon."
"It's not the weapon…I'll just leave it at that and let you figure the rest out."
She suddenly heard something click and spun her head around. His finger was right on the trigger…ready to pull at any given second. Stevie stopped dead in her tracks while clutching her weapon…ready to pounce at any given moment with it.
"I've…I've decided that this little game is a race. And I'm playing to win!" his eyes were large and filled with insanity.
"So…how do you expect me to join you with that thing stuck in my face moron?"
"Wait! So you won't try to escape?" Nelson spoke in a calmer…and fake laid back tone. Stevie just kept her eyes glued to the arrow just a feet or two from her face and fixed a glare on him.
"Just put it down.
"So you won't ru-"
"Are you deaf! Just put that stupid thing down you idiot!" this caused him to jump back a little and stare wide eyed at her in fear but he quickly regained that fake image as the laid back ladies man, right after. Nelson hesitantly lowered his weapon as Stevie carefully held her switchblade in her hand that was tucked underneath her arm while crossing both of them.
"You know…I always thought you were one of the hottest girls in our class," the pervert licked his lips while staring down at her toned thighs. It was enough to make anyone want to barf.
"…Yeah, and?" Stevie snapped while looking up in annoyance. She really hated him. Hated him with a deliberate passion.
"And…stay with me Stevie…we could really click," he smoothly said with arched eyebrows.
Is he for real! Ugh! God what…what a sicko!
Stevie shrugged her shoulders in a careless fashion before turning around…or instead backing away with a small frown.
"Sorry…but I'd rather not. Besides, why don't you just do us all a favor and turn that thing on yourself. The coward's way out, right Nelson? You're just a filthy rat! You're playing this game like a sleazy rodent!"
"Shut up! A woman obeys her man! Hear me bitch? Now strip down!"
Stevie's eyes went wide in disgust after hearing what just came from his mouth.
"So…the truth is revealed. Ah, now there's the Nelson we all know and hate! The perv…the wannabe rapist."
"I've already killed Stevie! Don't think I won't do the same to you!" their voices were growing louder and louder as they argued. At this rate, someone was bound to find and kill them by surprise.
"Look, just drop that useless thing and let me go…or else." She paused dramatically while taking a few steps towards him.
"Or…or else what?" Nelson stuttered while holding his weapon for dear life.
"Or else I'll assume your deadly, and kick your pathetic little ass. I'll gut you like the gross pig you are. You've been warned…" Stevie let a scary smirk spread across her face which sent knives into Nelson's soul.
"Cut the crap!" he barked while standing his ground. "D-did you know I played soccer? Yeah…I was the best on my team growing up and if you look at it in a soccer player's perspective…It's all the same. All comes down to scoring a goal."
"So, we went from raping to soccer playing huh? Well, personally I've always found Track to be the ideal sport," she grinned with her eyes narrowed at him while bringing out her blade. Slowly but ever so fearlessly.
C'mon perv. Let's keep this convo going. I'll get you soon enough.
"Yeah…you're the best runner they've got huh? Fastest girl in school. Garside's star runner…well, star runner…think you can outrun an arrow?" he laughed hideously with his red finger trembling madly on the black trigger. With that, Stevie chuckled and ducked to the ground in a split second. She then grabbed a handful of moist red dirt mixed with rock and tossed it right into his face disgusting face.
"Watch me perv!" she shouted before jetting off through the trees.
"Gah! You little!" Nelson frantically wiped at his face and pulled the trigger. Sending a full speed arrow…right for her. "You'll ber dead soon enough!"
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