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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 4:36 P.M. (Deserted Island: Lighthouse)
Beck sat in his room quietly sipping a bottle of refreshing water after Kendall left a few moments ago, but after hearing a frantic scream erupt from downstairs, he could only leap from his bed with a look of suspicion. Soon, the sound of dishes breaking echoed up to the room as well. "What?" Beck whispered as he hobbled towards the door even though he was warned about his wounds reopening.
He then heard a chorus of screams and yells from downstairs as if a huge argument was taking place. It was difficult to understand what exactly was going on considering that the vents were all shut tight. Beck heard the hysterical, muffled voices scream in a panic until suddenly…a loud rattling sound filled the lighthouse. He knew that sound all too well.
RA-TA-TA-TA-TAT
He heard at least fifteen shots go off until silence followed suit. "The hell!" he hissed before rushing as fast as he could to the wooden door sealing him off from what was going on. He dropped the clear bottle of water to the ground making it splash all over the floor. "Hey! Kendall! Damn!" he hissed again as his wounds began to burn in pain. Screams, cries and painful sobs filled the halls next until once again, the sound of rattling gunfire filled Beck's ears. "Shit!"
Something horrible was going on…but what? "Oh God…Felix?" he whispered as he thought about the pansy rich boy who now had hold of Camille's Uzi. Did he break in? Is he killing everyone?
"Rat-A-Fucking-Tat!" Beck heard Felix's banshee like voice scream in his head with laughter making him heat up with anger.
"No…Damn you Felix! Not like Jake! Not like Jake, Hayley and Andre you son of a bitch!" Beck screamed while pounding his fists into the door, but it didn't budge.
RA-TA-TA-TA-TAT
He heard the horrific sound again, but directly afterwards…
BAM
A single dry gunshot filled the air making everything even more tense and only silence followed as well as the sound of muffled music drifting throughout the building. It sounded like a song from Mulan actually. "Shit! Have to get out…of here damn it!" he whispered violently while banging the door with brute force in order to break it open, but nothing happened.
POP-POP-POP!
Three more shots erupted from downstairs until there is no longer any noise…He ran towards the door as fast as he could with his shoulder ramming into the center of the wooden door allowing it to finally break down. Beck tumbled out with his teeth gritted in pain as his wounds began to open and the stitches Logan had made became nothing but useless. "GRUH!" he groaned once he pushed himself back onto his feet as blood rushed from his side as well as down his arm from another shot he received when confronting Felix. It trickled down his bare forearm and dripped onto the glistening floors underneath him like petty rain drops.
A loud set of cries began to fill Beck's ears as he staggered to the steps leading down to the first floor with a look of determination on his face while his bandages became soaked in red. These terrified cries sounded like they were coming from Carlos. "Fuck You Felix! This ends here and now you bastard!" Beck hollered in fury as he finally reached the metal steps of the spiral stairway and smelt a strong iron scented odor that could only belong to one thing. Blood.
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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 4:50 P.M. (Lighthouse; Deserted Island)
Beck kept staggering down the rusty steps of the staircase with heaving breaths as the sound of overwhelming sobs began to rise in volume along with the horrendous stench of iron. He felt his breaths go heavy each time he descended a metal step and as soon as he reached the main floor of the lighthouse he could clearly hear yet another song (Almost There from Princess and the Frog) echoing throughout the lighthouse building only making him seethe in anger and annoyance.
…getting closer and closer everyday
And I'm almost there, I'm almost there
People down here think I'm crazy…but I don't care
Trials and tribulations…I've had my share
There ain't nothing gonna stop me now cause I'm almost there…
"Felix damn you! I'll kill you…I'll kill you for sure this time!"
Beck kept screaming as he barreled along the hardwood floors until he reached the kitchen with a look of panic and set determination. "Kendall!" Beck shouted in impatience with his eyes scanning the kitchen before he felt something hard underneath the sole of his shoe as he ran making him stop in confusion. He looked down with arched eyebrows and gazed upon a golden bullet cartridge that was glistening from the light, but there was something else on the floor as well…vast amounts of blood on the floors. "Oh shit…no."
Beck slowly lifted his eyes up from the floors of the kitchen and saw a sight that made his heart drop to the depths of his chest. The kitchen looked as if a violent war had been fought within it. The walls, cupboards, tile floors and even the counters all had roughly made holes in them and debris was fluttering in the air like smoke. Glass shards were scattered about the floor from some type of window along with shattered dishes and cups. The dirty school uniforms that were hanging up on clotheslines were nearly torn to shreds with fabric flying about the demolished kitchen. However, what really caught Beck's attention were the four lumps all around the room with a horrifically putrid liquid leaking from them…
Carly was sprawled out on her back with a look of pain on her pale face and blood was splashing around her. Her eyes were blankly staring straight up at the ceiling and her clothes looked like they were torn with something. The entire right side of her body looked like it had been blown off and her head had one huge hole in it with pinkish-gray matter spilling out.
Glass shards were all around her and some distance away was Logan doing some sort of uncomfortable limbo with his neck craned while he sat on his knees. His throat had a torn hole in the middle of it and blood was bubbling up from it and his gaping mouth was gurgling with crimson red liquid. His auburn faux hawk that was neatly done was now covered with blood as his head became immersed in a puddle of it.
Cat was lying right by the table on her stomach with blood all over her body, but there were zero bullet holes. How did she die? Beck thought as he examined her. All he spotted were numerous thick lines that boldly looked like a violet color and her mouth was covered with blood and puke. "What the hell…w-what happened? What the hell happened down here?" Beck whispered with his eyes welling with tears as he examined all of the bodies.
He looked all over the room until he managed to find a lanky body slumped against the cupboards with blonde hair. "No," he whispered again with his head shaking frantically. "It can't be…" he felt his feet drag across the blood covered floors making it splash around him like waves. As soon as he made it to the slumped body, he fell to his knees instantly with a painful smile before gripping the corpse's broad shoulders.
"No. K-Kendall? You…you're…Oh Kendall. God, so much b-blood. How did this-I didn't…What happened to you?" he asked with a denying smile as he felt tears fall from his eyes and he shook Kendall's shoulders softly, but there wasn't any kind of response. All Kendall did was continue staring at the ground with a peaceful grin on his face.
"Blood! So much! N-No…all d-dead!' a voice frantically sobbed from the lonely corner by the pantry making Beck snap his head up in alert before realizing who it was. It was Carlos sitting there balled up and rocking back and forth with his hands tightly pressed against his ears. "Ngh! A-All…all of the r-red! R-Red is all over the place…all over me…loud ringing! All dead!"
"Carlos!" Beck cried in an upset while crawling over to the mentally damaged boy causing his hands and knees to become drenched in red. "W-What happened here?" Beck asked with a reassuring look on his face as tears continued to fall from his eyes and he placed a hand on Carlos' trembling arm. "Car' please tell me. Who did this? W-Was it…was it Felix? Did he do this to everyone or…or maybe it was Lucy? C'mon Carlos talk to me buddy! Please!"
All Carlos did was continue to sob with his head shaking rapidly causing tears to fly around him like sprinkler drops. "All shot down! All d-dead…no. God's will! All his fault! He made all of it h-happen! He betrayed me! All d-dead because of him!" he cried with his eyes shut tight as if to keep a horrible thing away from him.
"God's will?" Beck uttered completely lost. "Carlos what are talking about?" Suddenly, a noise erupted from across the room making Beck turn his attention away from the troubled Hispanic boy and look over at the leather chair. A shadowed figure began to emerge from behind the furniture like a creeping shadow causing Beck to narrow his eyes in fury. "Felix? You bastard is that you!?"
Nope…it was someone else. Beck watched as the tall form began to gasp and heave in pain like some dying old animal. "J-James?' Beck's lips quivered as he watched the blood covered brunette stand up on his two feet with three holes in his sopping chest that continued to spurt and drip the scarlet colored substance. "Oh God! James dude! You're hurt! Damn!" Beck screeched as he watched the tall boy continue to take in sharp painful breaths with a deranged look in his brown eyes. "James?"
"No…N-Not me…No…not u-us," James whispered quietly with his eyes narrowed like slits at Beck's injured body.
"What the hell? James what's going on with you?" Beck asked with a tone of worry as he slowly raised himself up from the blood covered floors.
"Not us…not like Kevin you hear me. Not us," James continued to seethe with his sandy brown hair now sticking to his face due to the splattered blood all over him and his hands were gripping Logan's M16 gun by the sweaty handle as tightly as he could. His chest felt like it was on fire, but he couldn't give up…not yet.
"Not…like Kevin?" Beck tilted his head like some confused puppy before watching James let out a twisted scream and bring the piping hot nozzle of the gun up to Beck's body. "J-James! What are you-" a fiery, red spray of gunfire erupted from the nozzle almost instantly causing Beck to dive to the left with a panicked expression on his face. He slammed into the ground right next to Carly's mangled corpse causing glass shards to dig into his skin rather roughly making him hiss from the impact.
Carlos immediately clasped his ears once again with his frantic sobs growing louder as he balled back up like a small five year old longing for their mom. His eyes were wide as if he had lost his parents in the mall and his lips were trembling madly. "Stop! No more please! Make it all stop!?" Carlos bawled uncontrollably causing James to glare at Beck with pure hatred.
"See! You! You're…you're making him cry! It's you! Go away! Leave us alone you murderer! I won't let you hurt him!" James spat with wide eyes as he fired the gun again causing a row of bullets to shred a path along the tile floors. Beck frantically rolled to the side, but felt at least three bullets hit him in the arm causing him to cry out in pain.
James felt the rebound of the shots go through him which made him fly backwards and slam his back into the wall behind him. His mouth shot open from the surging pain and blood sprayed from his mouth as he coughed violently and sank to the ground with a series of pained gasps.
Beck gradually pushed himself up off the kitchen floors with his teeth clenched from the pain before hesitantly picking out the glass pieces out of his bruised skin. "Damn," he hissed while staring over at James who was still groaning lowly with blood shooting from his wounds. "Got to get out of here…no. Have to get James to come to his senses. I can't leave Carlos here with James in this state," he whispered to himself while looking over at the Browning handgun lying in the middle of ground.
Without another second going by, Beck dove over to the gun with an outstretched arm and snatched it up; pointing it directly at James just in case he tried to send another stream of bullets his way. Beck's narrowed eyes soon stared over at Kendall's slumped body once more and his chest began to feel tight as if all the air was being sucked from his lungs.
"Convincing James, Logan, Carly, Cat and Carlos…now that's gonna be a challenge. Whew…guess my fearlessness is really going to be put to the test huh?"
"I bet you'll be able to pull it off Kendall…I've got faith in you."
"Damn…K-Kendall I…why?" Beck sighed with his arm trembling as he kept it raised, but his eyes were still locked on Kendall's calm face.
"I would have you come down, but…their all still a bit scared and have a hard time trusting."
"Logan…he told me that only a few could probably be trusted if we were to do this little alliance thing. Looking back, he was probably right…" Kendall's strong voice filled Beck's mind as he began to look over at the other three bodies with wide eyes. He looked at Cat who still looked as if she were in the middle of screaming but nothing was coming out and her eyes had literally rolled back into her head.
"Trust? Only a few can be trust eh? Logan said that?" Beck spoke quietly with nothing but horror in his tone as he scanned the blood drenched room. He spotted Carly with her arms still tossed about like a rag doll as she kept her eyes glued to the ceiling. "No…it wasn't because they could only trust people they knew."
He looked hesitantly over at Logan's awkward looking corpse with pained eyes. "This wasn't the work of someone they couldn't trust…thought it w-was Felix but…shit. This was so much worse than that…these were…these were friends damn it! Friends killing friends! S-So much worse!"
Just then, a loud yelp blasted throughout the room as if someone were in unmistakable pain making Beck to jump out of his dazed state in a startled fashion and look over at the doorway. He saw James nearly tripping over to the door with Carlos tightly gripped in his hand causing the small boy to wince in pain. "Gotta protect you Car'. Uh-Huh! Gotta keep you safe from Beck before he gets you! He'll kill you and me for sure! Yeah…always the homo."
James moaned with his eyes fixed on the door in order to escape. All Carlos did was try and yank free with painful whimpers leaving his lips. "James…y-you're hurting me! Stop please y-you…stop it!" he shouted with tears flying from his eyes, but James simply ignored Carlos' pleas and scurried from the kitchen with him tightly held in his hand.
"James! Let him go! Damn! James get back here! Wait!" Beck demanded before staggering towards the door frame with his face scrunched in pain. The fiery glow of the sun poured in from the windows in the lighthouse as Beck hobbled into the sitting room with blood dripping onto the hardwood floors.
His shoulder was burning intensely as the bullets fired into him continued to rage horribly. "Dammit!" Beck seethed in agony before looking all around him to catch a glimpse of the two boys. The hardwood floors were shining due to the light seeping in from outside and all he saw were knick knacks and a mini representation of the very same lighthouse sitting on a table by the door…but no Carlos or James. That is until a series of voices began to echo from above along with clanking footsteps hitting metal. "Shit!"
Carlos kept trying to pry away from James' strong grip but it was nearly impossible. James had the arms of a body builder for crying out loud and he was a star when it came to the sports teams at their school. Carlos was pretty muscular himself, but he never really put it to full use. As James continued to tug Carlos up the steps with the nozzle of the M16 scraping the metal railing causing sparks to erupt, Carlos' eyes kept running with crystal clear tears.
Beck tried his best to stumble up the spiral steps that led to the second floor, but his body felt like it was shutting down. Just as he made it to the hallway that gleamed a brilliant tangerine color from the setting sun, he finally caught the deranged pretty boy who looked like he had just witnessed something beyond traumatizing. "James! Wait! Stop!"
The sound of his breathing literally sounded like it was being emitted through speakers as he turned his head around to see Beck standing there with trembling eyes. "No…not me. Not us Beck. Always me getting hurt…always the h-homo," James lightly sobbed causing not only Beck, but Carlos to give Beck a look of confusion.
"Homo? Get you? Damn it! What the hell! No one's making any damn sense!" Beck muttered with his hands tightly pressed against the horrid wound on his side that continued to sop with blood. James only let his lips curve into that smile that drove any girl crazy before growling his next sentence.
"Carlos told us Beck…told us what you did. Y-Yeah, he saw it all…he saw it. He saw you…h-he saw you kill Kevin!" James screeched the ending part with a look of terror making everyone tremble in their places. Beck's eyes nearly shot open from this piece of information and he almost felt his knees go extremely weak and numb.
"No…" he whispered with his voice over toned with desperation and sadness. "That was…James I…Carlos?" he looked over at Carlos' shaking body that was still standing right next to the blood covered wreck that was and still is James Diamond. "You have to know! Both of you please…it was all an accident I…It's not the way it seemed I swear! Kevin he-he came after me and we fell! That's what happened! You've gotta believe me."
Carlos felt himself being washed over with horribly tremendous amounts of guilt as he looked straight into Beck's pleading, brown eyes and felt certain that he was telling the whole truth. The small Hispanic boy's lips quivered in anticipation as if he were about to speak before taking a huge breath. It's now or never after all. He opened his mouth with tears forming in his eyes and was about to confess everything. From the poison to making a mistake about Beck…but right when he uttered the word 'I', James was already snapping like a stick under a shoe's heel.
"Shut up Fucker! You lying sack of shit! How dare you fucking stand there and tell me a bull face lie like that! Carlos saw! He saw it all and I believe him! Always him! Damn you murderer!" he screamed with spit flying from his red lips as he pressed the trigger of the machine gun once again causing gunfire to spew from the tip.
The spray almost tore up the entire hallway as James kept jerking his arm back and forth making ugly gunshot holes in the walls and floors; debris slowly floating in the air like a toxic fog. "Fuck!" Beck hissed as he off to the side and luckily managed to rush into the room he had been locked in. The busted down door was nearly being torn up and blown away thanks to the gunfire leaving wooden splinters fluttering in the air as James looked with squinted to see if he had gotten Beck.
"C'mon Carlos…we have to get you safe…I'll always protect you okay?" James gave him a kind smile before letting him go at last and enveloping him into a warm hug. Carlos didn't understand. What was James doing? Why was he doing it? He felt his cheek brush against the soft yet damp fabric of James' hoodie that was covering his bullet ridden chest that continued to bleed.
"James? Why? You'll die if we don't help you…I can't let that happen," Carlos pointed out after letting go of the tall, handsome boy who nearly towered over him. James only gave off a charming smile before beginning to suddenly cough into the palms of his hand rather sickeningly leaving red splotches on them. "See? Don't please…just stop or you'll…you'll die! Please I don't want to lose you!"
"I don't want to lose you either…that's why I…why I have to keep you safe understand? You're special to me and I'd rather die than let you be in danger," James scolded with his voice becoming raspy and weak due to the wounds he was enduring at the moment. All Carlos did was start to tear up like a little boy losing his favorite toy and tugged on James' sleeve with a look of hysterical sadness.
"No! You can't James! B-Beck he…he didn't do anything really! I made a mistake I'm sorry! He's just trying to help you…please just hear him out! None of this should have happened! No one should have died and…and you wouldn't be like this if…" the innocent raven haired boy pleaded while looking up at his admirer with those eyes that could definitely beat a puppy's for sure.
"No," James sighed with his teeth clenched in pain as he grasped his chest as if he were about to suffer a torturous heart attack. "Why would you lie? Y-You wouldn't lie Carlos…not ever! Everyone's out to get us don't you see? Someone poisoned Cat and-and then everyone shot each other up! No one can be trusted except you Carlos…you're the only one I can put my faith in."
Carlos almost felt his heart break after hearing James say these things…it was all his fault to begin with. Cat wouldn't have died like that…Logan wouldn't have flipped out with the gun…Kendall and Carly would still be here and James wouldn't have lost his mind in a sense if Carlos hadn't poisoned the food. James gently took hold of Carlos' hand with his own and gave him a small smile, "Let's go…"
With that, they both trudged down the remaining hall and up the continuous steps that spiraled endlessly to the top of the sky reaching building. Beck was grasping his throbbing shoulder as if it were an annoying nuisance that wouldn't get out of his life. He despised all of the pain! Whether it was physical, emotional and especially mental…oh that mental pain was the absolute worst.
He climbed to his feet once again letting a groan slip from his mouth as he examined himself. He was covered in debris, some glass shards were still poking him and sticking from the skin on his arms and legs, blood was splattered onto him as if he were a canvas for an angry painter and he was covered with filthy bandages…yeah, not the best welcome he's received.
He ran out back into the hall only to notice that Carlos and James were gone once again and he jetted down the destroyed hallway with his eyes staring out the window. The sea pleased his eyes as the sun twinkled on the horizon magnificently, but he had to go…he had to stop this madness before it got to the tipping point. "Damn it!" he groaned as he turned down the hall and charged up the endless loop of rusty metal stairs that led to the top.
"C'mon just a…a little bit more," James screamed as he barreled out of the metal doorway and was met with a forceful gust of wind that almost knocked him back into the building. Carlos followed suit with wide eyes as he examined the gorgeous view of the gleaming, orange ocean and the peaceful skies that looked like a mixture of pink, yellow, and orange. The scent of the salty sea filled their noses as the strong winds pushed past them. "Come on…"
"Come where?" Carlos asked with a confused tone that only made him seem more childish and cherubic. James gave him a blushing smile before looking down at the tips of his shoes like some embarrassed dweeb.
"I…uh…I need to t-tell you something Carlos. I don't want to die without telling you something extremely important," James whispered as he collapsed to his knees suddenly allowing another gushing stream of blood to rush from the holes in his chest and back. He began to hack like a dying cat with his hand clasped over his mouth as Carlos scurried to his side with worry in his eyes.
"No! You won't die okay? Logie and Kenny are gone…but not you too," the small boy began to cry softly as he thought about his other two best friends who died all thanks to his own paranoid actions. It was an example of the domino effect. Boy poisons food. A girl mistakably eats food. Everyone panics and points fingers. Guns are drawn and…bam! Chaos breaks loose.
James laughed through the horrific pain with a tone of anguish in his voice before he looked up at Carlos with a pair of sad eyes that had tears brewing in them. "I will never die on you…you hear me? I'll never leave you. I'll always be there okay? I promise."
"You promise?" Carlos whispered while falling to his knees as well with a painful look in his deep brown eyes making James only feel even more determined to be there for him.
"Yeah, I promise," he laughed with a bright smile while bringing Carlos in for a hug. Carlos wrapped his arms around James' lean body with his face buried into his broad shoulder letting his shining tears seep into the fabric of James' gleaming white hoodie. "But you have to promise me something too okay?"
Carlos continued to sniffle a bit while looking up at the brunette with wide eyes. "What?" he asked with a quiet voice.
"I have to tell you something…something very important, but when I tell you…please don't freak out or get upset. Promise me you won't freak out…please," James sighed nervously while bringing his hand over to Carlos' shoulder in order to hold it softly. Carlos only smiled his same old smile with a few tears glistening on his caramel colored cheeks and nodded impatiently.
"I promise!"
"Alright. Here it goes. Carlos…I…" James felt his throat swell, but he didn't know if it was from how nervous he was or from the blood congesting in his lungs. It didn't matter. He had to get it out so that he didn't have to hold this in any longer. "Carlos I…I'm in love."
Carlos only stood there for a second with a lost look before shrugging his shoulders carelessly with a smile. "Okay…good for you James! I'm glad…but why would I freak out?"
"No Carlos it's- I'm in love with…I'm in love with-"
James was instantly cut off by the sound of a metal door swinging open frantically and Beck's wounded form spilled from the doorway. Beck felt the winds try and push him backwards as if he was a sheet of lined paper, but he managed to get back onto his feet and look straight at James with narrowed eyes. "James! Wait man…just tell me okay? I don't want to fight you please just…tell me what happened bro. Don't shoot just tell me what happened down there. Car? C'mon guys…what happened?"
"You," James suddenly blurted with a grumble before tightening his grasp on the machine gun handle. "You happened Beck! You! Everything was fine and dandy until you showed up! You're the reason why this happened!" James shrieked in madness before pushing Carlos to the ground making him yelp in response and began raising the gun right at Beck's trembling form. "You die here and now!"
Carlos almost felt his brain explode from all of the traumatizing experiences he's had to endure in the past hour. He had to stop James before he did something he might regret…he had to fix everything he had done. "No! D-Don't shoot him!" Carlos cried before jumping up off the ground with his arms stretched out as if he were about to push something. "J-James don't!"
James' POV
I have to kill Beck…I have to! He'll wind up killing the boy I love and there's no way I'm letting that happen! I may have known Beck since we were eleven but-but if I have to shoot him…I will! He can kill me if he wants, as long as he doesn't hurt my 'Litos. Everyone has hurt me my entire life thanks to my 'feelings' if I should even call them that so it shouldn't be an issue.
Everyone hates me for what I am…they all come after me in hopes that I'll be 'cured' but I can't be cured damn it! Do you know what it feels like to have your own parents say the things you're feeling are disgusting and abnormal? How you're just a sick freak who needs to get right with God? How you're just a mistake in the world's eyes?
It hurts…it may not seem like it does hurt me but it does. It kills me every day, but all I do is put a dumb smile on my face and walk around like some ladies man poser. I just wish I could be me for a change. I just want to feel like I can be who I truly am without worrying whether or not people are gonna beat the living crap out of me for kissing my boyfriend or threaten to kill me after I've proposed to the one I loved in a public place. I would have loved to have taken a person I truly cared for to the prom as my date. All the eyes would have been on us though that's for sure huh?
I mean- Why couldn't I just be into girls like every other guy I know?! Why can't I feel something whenever I get close to a girl? Why can't I feel the way my parents feel about each other when I'm on a date with a pretty girl. I took Carly out once in 9th grade but after a few dates we decided to break it off…ha, she said I was being 'distant'. She's sweet and tried to be all nice about it and everything, but I understood. I can't be with girls the way I'm supposed to. The truth is…the way I feel about boys is the way I'm SUPPOSED to feel about girls. It's so much stronger and I hate everything about it.
I love Carlos…not Carly, Kacey, Amanda or Hayley or any of those other girls. I just want Carlos. I always love being around him…I love the way he makes me feel and whenever he hugs me it feels so good. I don't understand it, but it…it feels so good. I hate it though…trust me I do, but I can't help it. I just wish he could love me back…I just wish at least one person could love me for being me. My parents don't. They despise me now actually. After coming out to them they nearly ripped me apart!
"This is who I am dad!" I remember screaming at him from downstairs as he looked down at me with hideously furious eyes and the veins in his neck were nearly bulging in rage.
"I won't have a gay son! If you don't repent James… If you don't hurry and get right with God I'll have no choice, but to kick your perverted ass out of my house…I never want to see you again after you graduate if that happens do you understand me!"
Yeah, I understand…you'll never see me again don't worry. No one likes me…they may seem like they do, but when I expose my true colors they tear me shreds in an instant. You know last week in the locker room a gang of guys on our basketball team…sorry it just…It still hurts talking about it. These guys they…they gang raped me. They said I needed to be put in my place so they all took turns raping me.
I remember them tearing off my clothes, leaving me naked on the ground and even though I was screaming for them to stop…screaming at them for betraying me, they kept touching me and pushing into me and…and they kept yelling all these names at me while they were doing it. I never told anyone…no one. I was too fucking embarrassed. They left me there when it was all over in a puddle of my own blood with my face all bruised from them hitting it and their 'stuff' was all over me. They left me there while laughing and snickering before saying to me, 'Hope you learned that there's no place for a fag like you. No one wants to deal with little homos! Everyone hates your kind!'
Everyone hates my…'kind'? Just great. I have my own goddamn kind. I'm not even human I guess…I hate this! I hate being me…I hate who I am, and I wish I could just die faster, but every time I look into Carlos' awesome eyes I just…everything just seems better. I know he wouldn't hate me like they did…I know he wouldn't, but he wouldn't like me back.
I remember one year I gave him a Valentine 's Day card in the sixth grade during a Valentine's Day party in class. I spent all night making it and I was so excited to give it to him, but after walking into class and seeing him and Susie exchange gifts I chickened out. He isn't like me…he'll never like me back. At most he'll tolerate me because he's my friend. He'll put up with my sexuality…but he won't accept me. No one does.
"Such a fairy!"
"You're such a homo!"
"Look at the fruity fag!"
"Need a crown princess Diamond!"
They all hate me and there's nothing I can do…I'm just done. I'm sick of it all. I'm over it...I'm over it and I'm over being this way!
I finally come to my senses, but as I do I feel someone shove me into the wall making the wounds on my chest sear with pain. Shit! Who did that damn it? I slide down the wall with pained gasps breaking from my mouth as I drop the gun on the ground. I look over to where Beck was, but see nothing there…he must of ducked back inside while I was um…thinking. But wait! Carlos…where's Carlos!?
I look all over the place with squinted eyes as my breathing becomes rapid yet torturous. My chest feels like it's being cooked over a barbeque for God's sake and a bunch of gross tasting stuff is filling my mouth…ugh it tastes like pennies! Where's Carlos? I can't scream out to him…where is he-
"James don't!" I hear him cry on my right side making me widen my eyes in response. "Don't hurt him…please don't shoot anymore…please Jamie stop it."
Carlos…I'm sorry. I've been so stupid for hiding this from you. I've been so scared for so long and it's done nothing but destroy me every single day each time I look at you. Well, no more…I have to tell you. I have to before I go…You have to know so I can be at peace.
"Carlos?" I speak up as I turn my head slowly over to him with a pained look causing him to widen his eyes in an alerting manner and crawl in front me and sit on his knees. "I wasn't finished saying what I had t-to s-say…Carlos, all my life I've been different-"
"I know that. You're special…you've always been like that Jamie!" he beams with a cheery grin as a few tears slide down his tanned cheeks. My God he's so precious! No…James focus.
"No…C-Carlos I mean…I-I'm really different…I'm not like most guys in our class let's just say," I hoarsely whisper with a nervous look on my face and I can tell I'm blushing like an idiot thanks to the heat rising in my cheeks. He only gives me a tilt of the head to signal how confused he was. I don't blame him.
"I don't understand."
Take a deep breath and just say it James!
"Carlos…I-I'm in l-love with…I'm in l-love with you," I can't believe I just said it. I finally said it! Oh God! I shouldn't have said it! Look at him…he looks like he's reading some confusing book for crying out loud! I've never seen him this lost before in my life. "Carlos? I'm s-sorry…I shouldn't have said anything…" I really shouldn't have. God you're such an idiot! How could you believe he would love you or even treat you any better?! You're just a damn gay kid who needs the bible…Carlos is a hardcore Christian also to make things even more complicated. I knew this was a long shot going in…
I feel tears emerge in my eyes due to the heart break I'm beginning to experience. My first true heart break…it sucks so damn bad! This is the first time I've been rejected by someone I really care about. My world feels like it's ending as I see Carlos look down at his hands with a nervous look on his innocent face causing me to wish I would just die already. My heart feels like it's been torn from my chest…or maybe it's from the shots Kendall fired at me. Why did he shoot me anyways? I thought we were friends…Me, Logan, Kendall and Carlos…the four inseparable brothers from different mothers.
I feel the tears fall down my bloody face and my lips begin to quiver and tremble even more due to the emotional stress building within me. I can't do this anymore…I can't! I can't live like this! Always hurt and pain…always me getting hurt in the end no matter what. Well, no more.
I look over at the machine gun I've dropped and feel my heart race making my chest hurt even more. I have to do it…I can't deal with these damn 'feelings' anymore! I reach over and grab the gun by the handle. It feels slick and moist as if had been sweated on or something…I bring the nozzle up to my throat as tears continue to pour from my eyes and I put my finger on the trigger in anticipation.
"It's all over for me now…" I whisper with a sad smile before opening my eyes to see a shocked Carlos sitting there with trembling eyes. "Bye Carlos…thanks for being there for me. Thanks for being such a great friend…I'll miss you and I don't regret telling you how I felt. I don't…regret it a-at all. I still and will always love you."
I close my eyes after finishing my spiel and just as before I pull the trigger, I hear him shriek in an instant making my eyes open frantically with confusion bore into them. "No! Don't James! Don't!" he screams and before I can read his movements, I feel a pair of soft lips fall onto mine. Wait? What's going on? I still have my eyes open wide in shockand can clearly see him on me, but how? This can't be happening it can't!
I keep saying that it's not happening, but each time I feel him gently move his soft pink lips against mine I can't help but cry out of joy. The boy I've been dreaming about since I was only a small kid…is kissing me and…and I love it. It's not dirty or sloppy like when I've made out with girls at parties or in the backseat of my car. It's sweet and gentle and innocent like him…it's perfect. He even tastes sweet…strawberry soda and a hint of vanilla ice cream. I feel my eyes flutter to a close as I begin to kiss back. Not harshly or sex hungry…it's romantic and slow. I don't even want to go any further. Not second base or third (God help me). I don't try and slip in some tongue or moan like some dog in heat…because this is already as perfect as it can get.
Sure…Carlos isn't your ideal prince charming to many girls, but to me he's the perfect definition of a knight in shining armor. I feel him slowly break the kiss with his eyes gradually opening as if he had just done something amazing mixed with insanity. I only look at him in confusion, but inside I'm screaming with joy. I have no idea why he kissed me…maybe it was out feeling sorry for me. I don't care…I got the kiss I've been wanting for years.
"I'm so sorry…" I hear him whisper with soft sobs as he stares into my eyes. "I-I haven't…I don't understand it James. I don't."
What is he talking about? "What don't you understand?" I ask with a comforting smile as a warm trail of something comes out of the corner of my mouth. Is it blood? God…I'm fading real fast.
"I don't understand why you decided to tell me this now…why y-you…why James?" he asks with a tone of pity in his sniffling voice as he wipes his nose with the cuff of his Donald Duck sweatshirt. He's so cute…so cute.
"I…I just wanted you to know," I smile as I speak these few words. "I wanted to know how I've felt about you. All these past years I've felt this way…guess I was too afraid to tell you…afraid you'd hate me like everyone else…afraid you'd hurt me like everyone else did," I can't help but feel tears build in my eyes as I expose my emotions to him. I've never done this with anyone before…not even with my parents.
"I-I…James I…I would never hurt you," he laughs encouragingly while placing his hand on my cheek in order to wipe away some of my tears. "I'll never hurt you…I'll…If you feel like there's no one there for you then I'll comfort you. If you feel like you have no hope left in yourself then I'll be there to cheer you on…If you feel like moving on is just too painful then I can mourn with you. The one thing I'll never do is hurt you."
He's…He's really telling me the truth. He really is. "You promise?" I whisper with a look of happiness emerging on my face. He simply nods with tears falling from his gleaming brown eyes as the sunset bathes us both in a fantastic fiery light.
"I promise Jamie…I'm sorry this had t-to happen."
Why is he apologizing? He didn't do anything wrong. "It's okay Carl-Carlos…What's done is done eh…q-question is…who lit the fuse right?" I say with a painful smile as I feel like I'm about to drift off into a deep peaceful sleep any minute now. I can't though…not like this. Not now.
"James please…you can't go," Carlos hugs me as tight as he can with his face buried into my shoulder. He loves me…he loves the true me. I slowly wrap my blood stained arms around his shivering body and hold it close to me before looking up at the sky that resembles a mixture of pink and orange.
"I have to C-Car…but guess what?" I speak up with blood streaming from my mouth in thin lines out of the corners of my lips.
"W-What?" he says with a muffled voice as he continues to cry into my shoulder.
"I'll always love you okay? Always…Carlos? Th-Thank you…thank you for being my first kiss."
He looks up at me with a tear stained face as he continues to sniffle and sob like a baby. He tilts his head in a confusing fashion before speaking up with a trembling voice. "What do you mean? James you've kissed many girls…a lot actually. I was just some doof who lost it and-"
"None of those girls mattered Carlos…only you. You were my first real kiss. Oh, and you're not some doof! You're amazing and confident…you can do anything. Screw the people who say you can't. You have dyslexia, blah-blah…don't let it define your life okay? Don't be afraid to do things you've always wanted to do…don't be like me okay?"
I smile at him and place my palm under his chin in order to lift it up so that I can see his gorgeous eyes before I go. "Was I good?" I smirk with a few tears falling from my eyes causing him to widen his eyes in a startled manner and start to blush. He nods with a bashful grin before stuttering a shaky sentence as if he's embarrassed.
"Was I? That was my first kiss…my actual first one and for it to be with a guy…an amazing guy- James was I-" he babbles with a sheepish grin until I start to chuckle with a peaceful smile.
"You were perfect Carlos…this is our first kiss I guess huh? Our first and my last…not you though. You have to win…you have to survive," I speak hoarsely as my last few breaths begin to approach. He only shakes his head in defiance before flying into me with a chorus of broken cries running from his mouth. "I'll be with you though…I'll never leave you."
"No James please stay with me! Don't leave like Logie and Kenny did! We were supposed to be friends forever! James…d-don't go," he sobs with his hands gripping my hoodie gently as he continued to bury his face deeper and deeper into my bloody clothing. Carlos, I wish I could. I wish I could have told you sooner…I wish I could but I was too scared. I was too worried about what people would think of me, but their opinions don't mean anything. Only mine…I see that now. I'm happy…finally happy and it's because I was true to who I was. Good bye Carlos…Kendall and Logan are waiting for me…I have to say sorry for what I did to Logan though.
I love you 'Litos…Always and forever.
Carlos' POV
All because of me…I did this to James! He's dying and it's all my fault! Carly and Cat died because of me…the nicest girls I've ever known. K-Kendall and Logan…no! I feel James' hoodie comfort my tear stained face as I keep clinging to him like life support. I can't stop crying…I hate crying. I like smiling and laughing, but there's no way I can do that here. I can't do that especially now.
I love kittens and puppies. Not violence and death. I love cartoons and chocolate milk. Not dead bodies and blood! I love my friends! I love them and I don't want them to go…I…I loved James. I don't understand why I felt that way towards him. I really didn't understand. He was always so pretty…so amazing. He always stood out no matter what and he…he always supported me no matter what. Even if I was doing something unbelievably stupid he always smiled at me and encouraged me. He loved me…he loved me and I had no idea and now he's…now he's…
James? I can't hear his heart beating anymore…No…James! I look up frantically at his face and see him smiling out at the glistening sea, but he's not breathing. No…James y-you can't do this. Not now. Please! I start to shake him in hopes that he'll come too, but he doesn't. He won't.
All my fault…I kissed him because I didn't want him to leave. It works in all of the Disney movies like in Snow White or Sleeping Beauty...but not this time. When I was doing it I felt something though. Something that made me feel like the whole thing was just a dream. Something that made me realize why I was feeling all those things. I loved him…I felt all of those things and kissed James because I loved him. I always convinced myself I didn't and tried to force myself to like Susie and some other girls but I just couldn't. James made me feel special…like I mattered. I didn't feel dumb or worthless. I felt loved and cherished.
My parents probably would have supported me either way, but I was still scared. I was dyslexic and was already being teased for that. God forbid I was…the G-word too. I'm sorry James…you were scared too huh? Both of us were scared to tell each other how we felt and now…now you're gone.
"You were perfect Carlos…this is our first kiss I guess huh?"
Our first kiss…no. James that was our second kiss together…one time when all four of us were ten and sleeping over at your house I remember I had a nightmare while I was sleeping on your floor. Something stupid like aliens taking over the world…so I got up and I crawled into your bed knowing you'd make me feel safe. I wrapped your arms around me not knowing it was weird…I just gave into my feelings. Before I fell asleep I kissed you while you were still asleep…I kissed you lightly before holding my teddy bear close to me and drifting off in your arms. You were so beautiful.
That was our 'true' first kiss Jamie…this was our second after eight years. I feel my eyes start welling up with tears again and I hate it. I can't stop crying! All of my friends are dead now. Just me…no, Beck is still here. Where did he go? He won't hurt me he- he was telling the truth about Kevin. I know that now…I found it out too late…
Beck has to be here, I have to get to him. I can't take any more blood and loss. James wants me to live, but I don't want to. I want to be with him…I want to be with all of them again. I give James' body one last hug as I get up slowly feeling the harsh winds flying around me. They toss me everywhere causing my head to spin and I feel like I'm going through a tornado even though my feet are still on the ground. I begin to sob as hard as ever making my throat tighten and I feel like I can't even swallow my own spit.
The wind slams me into the railing separating me from the long drop to the rocky shores. I look over the railing and almost feel like puking. It's so big! I-I hate heights! I can't do this…I can't! I push myself away from the railings and fall on my butt by James' body with my heart feeling like it's going to burst from my chest out of fear. I can't leave James…I don't care if this place becomes a danger zone. I stay until I go too!
Donald Duck's face is beaming from my sweatshirt and I can feel my dark blue jeans brush against my hands as I place them on my lap. The glow from the sun fills my eyes and I wish I had my camera to take a picture of it. It's beautiful…everything on this island is except for…you know the death and stuff. My pictures are still in my backpack though…I was gonna make a scrapbook when I got home in order to remember all of my years at this school. Like that matters anymore. Hey, my camera's around my neck right now…I didn't even notice. It's glistening in the sunlight as I intertwine my fingers with James' and hold his hand tightly. I'm not going anywhere…unless I truly have to.
I soon hear a voice start calling my name…who is that? I look over to my left over James' slumped body and squint my eyes. It's Beck! He's stumbling back out from within the lighthouse with a sad look on his face. He must see James…but he keeps coming towards me with a smile that always meant trouble. He always is like that…Beck Oliver always does what he thinks is right no matter what. Wish I was like that.
He's holding his hand out to me with a bright grin that only makes me feel something I've only felt when I was in the lighthouse with my friends. Safe.
I look over at James' peaceful looking face and only hold it with my hand before placing a kiss on his blood stained cheek. I'll miss you James…I want to be with you. I want to…I have to. I look back over at Beck with a relieved smile as I try and stand up on my own two feet but nearly feels impossible thanks to the forceful winds blowing around us. I'm like Bambi learning to stand for the very first time.
Beck keeps walking over to me while gripping the metal railing trying to keep himself stable as the stubborn wind continues to try and push him backwards. I finally stand up after multiple 'epic' fail attempts and tried to barrel over to him like the klutz I am with a grin on my face. I'll win…I'll win for all four of us and escape. Just like Beck promised.
However, I feel a sudden gust of air blow me backwards making me lose my footing. No…I feel my eyes widen as a reaction and I feel my back slam into the railing making it clang in response. My feet float into the air like fun balloons and I can see Beck looking at me dumbfounded. I'm falling over the edge? No…I…I-I can't.
I try and reach forward in hopes that someone will randomly appear and grab me like in those cheesy movies that I love watching but I just keep falling slowly backwards until my legs slip from the railings. I'm staring straight up at the beautiful skies with clouds that look like pink cotton candy puffs. My camera is floating in the air; tugging the strap around my neck as it does so. Tears are floating from my eyes as I begin to feel my heart stop due to all the fear building inside of me.
"Don't worry Tori. You're not the only klutz you know."
No you aren't Tori…I'm a bigger one! Why now did I have to have two left feet? I can tell I'm screaming thanks to ringing in my ear and the vibrating sensation in my throat, nothing's helping. I see a group of seagulls soaring just above the tip of the lighthouse and they keep calling out to their loved ones. Wish I could do that too…call out and they just show up. I want my mama…and I want my papi! I'm scared!
As I feel the rough breezes and hear the crashing waves down below, I suddenly feel myself jerk upright. What? I feel something in my hand…something wet. I look around and realize I've stopped falling. How…How am I-
Right when I look up I feel my eyes begin to water of joy. Beck is leaning against the railing with his hand grasping mine as he lets out pained grunts. "Carlos…sh-shit! You've grown huh?" he laughs with a smile coming onto his trembling lips. "Here…I'm gonna try and hoist you up. Easy though! Don't try and move! I'm going to pull you up okay Carlos."
I almost feel like crying out of joy…Beck's my friend. I-I tried to kill my friend. Beck's a rowdy boy papi said, not a demon. God is showing me that…that he's an angel. Beck is an angel…a true friend. Sent from God.
I smile up at him and begin nodding frantically as my tears fly form my face in drops. They glisten in the light and fall all around me like raindrops. He begins to pull m up even though his arm is probably hurting really bad. He's beginning to scream out in pain as he hoists me up and I clutch the metal bars of the railing right above me in order to help as well.
"Atta boy…GAH!" he screams still trying to keep on a smile as his long, black hair flies around his head thanks to the wind. He pulls me up until I finally take hold of the railing with my red hands that are covered in other people's blood. Beck's arm is gushing with the nasty stuff as he tumbles backwards and falls to the ground while gasping for air. "Shit! Damn…that hurt like a bitch! Car? Why didn't you tell me you had so much meat on your bones bro?" he laughs painfully as blood keeps pouring from his wounds.
I feel my heart sink as I look at it and it reminds me of everything I did. It reminds me of my dead friends who died thanks to me. I can't do this…I can't handle it. "Beck…I'm so sorry," I whisper with a sad smile coming onto my face causing him to look over at me in confusion. "You don't know what I did Beck…you don't know. It's all my fault Beck…I killed them."
I feel my breaths leave my mouth in heaves as tears form in my eyes, but all Beck does is stare at me with a look of confusion before letting a warm smile radiate from his face. "You? Yeah right Carlos…you wouldn't do something like that. Besides more than one gun was used, I heard it all. Like a gunfight was going on…did James turn on you guys…or did one of you turn on the group?"
"Me," I whisper while feeling a goofy grin etch onto my tear stained face. "I turned on the group…me. I lit the fuse Beck. I lit the fuse and they all blew up like a set of time bombs. All because I was scared…I'm so sorry. I was…I poisoned your food and…I'm so sorry. I thought you killed him…Kevin. I thought you were a demon, but…but you're not. You're just rowdy like my papi says. S-So sorry Beck."
"Carlos…y-you…" Beck begins to sigh as he takes all of this information in. I have no idea what he must be feeling right now and I don't blame him. All my fault.
"I'm always scared…like a little baby. Everything scares me I guess…my papi says it's because I don't have enough faith in God. God's will is what we say…we believe that God will always be there for us in the end…always afraid though. Little 'Litos is always the little runt in the group."
I see Beck staring at me with wide eyes while he begins to stand up from the ground despite the rough winds blowing around us. "James he…he loved me you know. He said I was special…said I could do anything if I just put my fear to the side. If I stopped caring about what others thought about me. I killed him because I was afraid…James, Kendall, and Logan…Carly and Cat all dead because I was afraid. Always afraid…"
I feel my lips turn into a smile as I think about all of them…all of my friends. "Broke my papi's nose too. That's me alright…the scared little puppy. Always scared Beck. The scared little klutz of a puppy. My friends…Kenny, Jamie and Logie…they were friends Beck. My best friends. They liked me for me…no matter how outrageous I was."
Beck keeps staring at me with wide eyes as tears fill them and fall from his cheeks. Is he upset that I tried to kill him? Is it because he's scared? Maybe because he feels the same way I do…all of them are dead. I miss them so much…James said he loved me and…and…
"Make sure you take lots of photos on the trip okay? We need to make sure we never forget our big senior trip together!" Kendall beamed, throwing a basketball into the hoop attached to his door.
"Yeah! You're always our go to guy when it comes to photos Car'," Logan added after quickly peeking out from behind his book.
"Totes, let's make this unforgettable," James chimed in.
My friends…I miss them. I take one of my hands off of the gleaming railing in order to retrieve something from my pocket. I bring it out and beam at it…the picture, the one we first took together. I'm standing there with Sparky clutched in my small arms. Logan, James and Kendall are all around me with smiling faces…always smiling.
We all named came up with the name and we all took care of him together...he's fat as can be, but I still cherish him.
Always there for me no matter what…my brothers. I can feel the railing underneath my touch as I look at Beck with watery eyes before closing my eyes still with a wide smile on my face. "They knew Beck…they knew who I was and they loved me for it. My friends Beck…all of them were my friends and I killed them." I slowly turn the picture over to reveal it to him which only makes him wince. I don't why he's wincing.
"C-Carlos…please. D-Don't," he stutters with a quiet voice as sobs start to spill from his mouth. I want to be with them though…I need them. My brothers. I need to be with them.
"I have to Beck…I have to be with them," I whisper before letting go of the railing with my other hand; leaving red handprints on the railing's metal surface and I feel my body slowly fall backwards until I'm free falling in the air. I feel the air rush all around me as I open my eyes and see Beck trying to grab at my outreached hand while screaming and crying. "Beck…when it all comes down to it…what else can I do but be with them?"
I lit the fuse…all dead because of me…best friends forever.
"Hey," Kendall told me with a grin.
"No sad faces!" James laughed, squeezing his cheeks together.
"Yeah, if you're going to be our friend," Logan smiled giving me a one arm hug.
"You mean...you wanna be my friend?" I asked confused looking up at the three of them. They all nodded simultaneously.
"Of course! Anyone with a heart as big as yours is always welcome," Kendall exclaimed pointing his fingers in the air. Logan rolled his eyes and smiled at me.
"My name's Logan," he chirped while rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'm James, the most awesomest guy ever," the tan boy beamed once again.
"And I'm Kendall. What about you?" Kendall said to me, holding his hand out to me. I smiled wide with joy and grabbed Kendall's hand to be hoisted up.
"Carlos! Carlos Garcia!" I shouted with joy making them laugh.
Here I come guys…we can finally be together again. I feel my lips stay in a goofy smile as I think about our number one rule…no sad faces allowed. Yeah, see guys no sad faces for me. No sad faces…we can finally be friends again. A sudden slam makes my head feel woozy and my vision starts to blur as I finally feel the ground harshly greet me. Something warm and wet is starting to come out of me…my head hurts so bad… actually, everything hurts, but it's okay because now I get to see them. I can still smile…My friends…a bright white light is coming…so pretty. So pretty guys. It's…so pretty…like a flower.
God will provide…I'll be in heaven and…and he'll let me see them again. My friends…my brothers…
Normal POV
Beck nearly felt like screaming at the top of his lungs as he stared down at the huge drop. His trembling eyes scanned the ground until he finally spotted Carlos at the very bottom on the surface of a rock embedded in the sea. He looked as if he'd been a balloon filled with red paint that fell from the sky and splattered all over the rock. His camera was busted open at his side and the strap holding it to his neck was nearly torn off leaving rolls of unused film sprawled all around his body.
Carlos' deep brown eyes were squinted and sparkling with tears of joy and his mouth was open in a wide smile as if he were beyond happy about where he was headed. Dark, scarlet red blood was leaking out from the top of his head as it had been cracked from behind like a walnut and his entire side looked like it had bones poking from it; like ribs or something. His legs were tangled around like a pair of noodles and one even looked broken. The picture of the four young boys he was holding fluttered in the breeze and descended to the steep rocks until it landed on Carlos' chest gently; exposing the picture's nostalgic surface.
"I have to Beck…I have to be with them."
"Good God," Beck whispered before falling to his knees letting his hands grasp the metal bars. The waves were crashing against those same exact rocks and seagulls' cries filled the air… "Ugly…all ugly deaths and…God Why!" Beck hissed while clenching his jaw. Blood was dripping from his bare elbows as he continued to grip the bars as if he were about to fall off as well.
He peered over the edge of the railing in order to take the sight of Carlos in one last time before jerking himself back with sobs stifling in his throat. He saw it…that goofy Garcia smile that only Carlos could do.
"Beck…when it all comes down to it…what else can I do but be with them?"
"Live…you could have lived for them. C-Carlos you could have lived goddamn it!" Beck screeched into the orange skies as the seagulls continued to circle overhead annoyingly.
Boy # 18: James Diamond (ELIMINATED)
Boy # 16: Carlos Garcia (ELIMINATED)
9 Students Remaining
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