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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 6:00 P.M. (Inner Woodland; Deserted Island)
Mr. Eikner switched on his intercom with a giddy set of chuckles leaving his throat as he did so. The feedback blared over the quiet island while the twisted teacher began to cheer with glee. "Little warriors," he cooed with a sweet tone as if he were talking to a small baby. "I must say…you've really stepped your game up! Oh sweet Lord haha! A total of seven kills?! My God so many unlucky contestants eliminated! A major comeback if I should say so myself! Such enthusiasm…see what you can do if you just have faith in yourselves?"
Zander and Kacey were journeying past a few town houses that were standing proudly beneath the heart of the island. It was almost like a normal neighborhood that homed the families of the island's inhabitants. The houses didn't look wrecked or deserted…they looked like ordinary houses hidden within the thick trees of the beautiful forest. They all had porches that were overborne with tough vines that sprouted colorful flowers and the windows of the homes looked blank as if no one had cleaned them for years yet they had various plants growing over them along with lush moss.
Zander stopped dead in his tracks after hearing the announcements echo through the air and past the trees. Kacey did the same before sighing in great upset at the news. Seven more dead…She looked over at the Karate master's anxious face before picking up Mr. Eikner's displeasing yet soothing voice. "Alrighty then! Howabout we get right down to it eh my little murderers?" he chirped while shuffling a few papers and coughing into the microphone for effect. "Let's start with the girls this evening shall we? Ladies first right? Okay then…Girl # 19… our favorite velvet red head who sadly reminded me of cupcakes…my how I love those little delicacies ha-ha! Caterina Valentine-"
Kacey's mocha brown eyes shot open as wide as a handball as the lovable red head's name echoed over the island. "W-What?" she whispered in great disbelief as Zander arched his eyebrows in a fit of confusion and denial.
"Then we have Girl # 12…Our sweet, angelic little Carly Shay. Aw, she was such a favorite of mine. Anyhow, let's keep on going shall we?" Mr. Eikner sighed before returning to his state of disturbing optimism.
"No…no. !" Kacey began to squeal in horror as her two close friends' names continued to circle around in her cluttered brain. "Not them…how? How did they…C-Carly and C-Cat they were alive when…God!" she broke out into a hysterical state before falling to the ground with her soft hands holding her beautiful face. Her thick black waves of hair were falling all around her as Zander dropped his bags in order to run over and comfort her shivering body.
"Kacey. It's okay…it's okay. It was probably Felix…maybe right?" Zander soothingly whispered while crouching down next to her and holding the sobbing girl in his arms. All Kacey did in response was continue to heave and weep at the loss of her two girlfriends.
"Now onto the not so gentler sex…the boys! And can I say how brilliant this is? My Goodness…these boys gave some of the best performances this afternoon. Okay, Boy # 4…Felix Garcia. Ouch, a knife in the head? So graphic…hope our cameras caught it at good angles for the television showing!"
"Felix?" Zander gasped as he heard the rich, stuck up boy's name indicating his death. "What? He died? How did he…if he died first then who…"
"Next up…and these were my favorite little actors…such entertaining performances, Boy # 6…Logan Mitchell, our little nerd with the anxiety issues. I must say Mr. Mitchell, the paranoid flip out you did was a really great touch! The audience is going to love it! Then we've got Boy # 2…Kendall Knight. Quite a shame he had to be eliminated he would've been a top favorite with sponsors. Oh well…Boy # 18, James Diamond the 'womanizer'…as if. Then lastly, Boy # 16…the boy we all knew and loved, Carlos Garcia. Oh, James and Carlos! You two were most excellent! A gay twist! Who knew?! The macho b-ball player with a knack for the ladies and a sweet little boy as innocent as a newborn puppy! Do you know how many teenage girls are infatuated with all of that gay shipping especially when it deals with such contrasting ideals? You two are definitely going to have a major fanbase…and that kiss, so adorable. Those girls are going to be squealing and shrieking for days on end," Mr. Eikner praised while taking a deep breath in order to recompose himself.
"No…all of them? All six? How is that even possible? We left Beck there and everything seemed fine didn't it?" Zander hissed as he heard the four boy's names being called out like cattle. He couldn't believe this… "Felix didn't do it…wait? Did they turn on each other? No…"
"You dumbass…you're the only one with this 'We're All in This Together' crap. The only way out of this…kill or be killed."
The sound of Lucy's seductive voice filled his moist ears as he stared off into the depths of the deep forest. The sky was becoming dark and ominous now that the sun had finally turned itself in for the day. Their second day was coming to a close.
"My, My…most of the deaths were charming young men. Well, well aren't we the delightful little feminists this evening huh ladies? Only three of you boys left! You're outnumbered! The girl count has only gone down to six so hurry up gentlemen and earn back your title as kings! Looks can deceive you know…a girl won a few years ago," Mr. Eikner laughed in great joy before growling the last bit with sadistic pleasure.
Kacey began to open her duffle bag making the nozzle of her AK47 stick out like an awkward metal rod. Her trembling hands dug through the bag until she managed to find her map and without saying a word she unfolded it against her lap and whipped out a pink feather pen to mark the danger zones coming up. Zander only sighed in depression before bringing out his map as well; biting off the cap of his blue pen as he awaited the zones and times.
As Mr. Eikner continued to rattle off the designated danger zones, Kacey kept letting her tears fall onto her pleated map. They were seeping into the material of the paper and all Zander could do was scoot over to her and place an arm around her shoulder encouragingly. "Good work little warriors, only nine of you left! My, my…I'll be waiting for another breath taking event. But let's be honest here, it's going to take a lot in order to top that little lighthouse fiasco. Well, we'll talk later guys…if you're still alive that is."
With that, the demented teacher signed off leaving a sound of quiet breezes taking his place. "All my friends Zander…Amanda, Jo, Cat and Carly are all dead and now I only have Tori and Lulu left. I-I would count Katniss, but I hardly know her y'know? I don't even know Camille that well either…and do I even need to ask about Lucy?" Kacey whispered with a quivering lip as she thought about all of her friends.
"No one needs to ask about Lucy. Besides, She's probably one of the only people left playing this game. I mean…she's outnumbered now. Seven against her and Camille…Camille means business though," Zander felt a shiver run through his weak spine as he thought back to what the pale girl did that one morning to Moze and Susie.
"I know…I heard them. I heard Moze and Susie crying out for hope and stuff, but after they were shot I…I felt like I hung them out to dry," the popular girl continued to sob horribly into her cream colored hands before Zander lifted her head up. He wore a bright, nervous smile on his face before bringing her in for a friendly hug. The air breezed past them in gentle waves leaving only the sound of a faint dog barking into the night skies. It must have been left here just like everything else when this island was evacuated.
"I wonder…" Kacey began as she clutched tightly to her close friend with her hands glued to the fabric of his shirt. "I wonder what my family's doing right about now…my ten year old brother is probably bugging my mom to help him with his math right now. My dad's probably going over the budget…or maybe- by next week they'll be watching us."
"Kacey…c'mon you can't think about that," Zander sighed with a painful voice before placing his soft palm onto the back of her head. "You can't."
"D-Did you know that they pick favorites? The people watching they…they pick and choose who they think is going to win. Place bets on them like they're watching a damn football game! My brother likes to bet too…he bet one dollar with his friend from school on a boy one year. One dollar Zander! One dollar on someone's life," Kacey sank back into her state of hysteria while burying her face deeper into Zander's chest for comfort. "I did too though…not a dollar. I bet on a blonde girl named Sadie a few years back from some school in Illinois. Sh-She died only a few episodes in and you know what I said?! 'Oh man! Looks like I lost ten bucks'! I'm such a bitch! I had no clue it was all for real! I had no idea! She died when a chainsaw cut her head off and I laughed at it! I fucking laughed Zander! I didn't know she really died…I thought it was another fake, scripted reality show with bad graphics…now look, I'm right where that girl was standing. No graphics…the blood is real!"
"Kacey stop it! You can't keep thinking like that!" Zander hissed while holding her tightly as he thought back on what he did as well. He didn't know either…he used to bet on people all the time without knowing how dark and twisted the whole thing really was. They thought it was some stupid reality show with a huge fan base…little did they know that the kids dying on TV were really crying for help.
"I can't help it! I-I only found out about this yesterday! I didn't know how to even take it! You have three days to kill forty one people you've known your entire life and if you don't you die! God I-I don't even know if anyone thinks I'll make it! What if some asshole bet five bucks on me!? Boy won't he be disappointed when I die and he has to fork over the small change!"
"Kacey!" Zander kept crying as hot tears filled his brown eyes and started to roll down his flushed cheeks. Kacey merely shook horribly in his grip while clenching her jaw out of stress.
"Everyone under eighteen doesn't even know the truth Zander…they don't understand how fucked up our government is. They've kept it a secret from us and…many adults still don't know! God listen to me. I feel like I'm losing my mind and I have no goddamn clue on how to stop it!" Kacey continued to wail before feeling her black haired friend remove her from him with a bright grin; tears still fresh in his eyes.
"Me too. I think we all are by now Kacey…all of us are starting to lose it out here, but what we do with it is up to us. I mean we could sit here and go insane or…we can use it as motivation to get the hell out of here. I think I like the second choice more though," Zander laughed as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
Kacey looked up at him with horror filled eyes before giving off a relieved smile. Her shivering reduced rapidly as she wiped her eyes free of pesky tears as well. "Aren't you sweet," she began to giggle with a beaming face; her mascara running down her tanned cheeks.
Zander almost felt his cheeks turn hot red like singing metal before turning his head to the side out of embarrassment. "Wh-What? M-Me? Sweet? I-I uh…"
"Oh stop it. You and your blushing! It's so adorable. I mean, a lot of boys usually lose their cool around me, but when you do it's beyond cute," Kacey continued to giggle before wiping his blushed cheek with her gentle thumb.
"Gah! Y-You- K-Kacey we…w-we should really get going!" the nervous boy babbled stupidly with his forehead glistening with cold sweat and gloomy rain. Kacey gave him a friendly smile that strongly radiated how amused she was and grabbed her cheerleading bags and duffle bag with great strength.
"Where to Mr. Robins?" she gleamed.
Zander gave her a humiliated grin before slipping his map out from his bag; his eyes squinting at the confusing representation of the island. "Beck said to head back to the farmhouse near the barn and…" Zander paused quickly while unhinging a small wooden whistle from a chain on his backpack. The bird call. "Blow this until Katniss shows up with Tori."
Kacey observed it rather keenly before folding her arms with a pursed lip; diva style. "Are you 100 percent for real? We literally can trust this transfer girl?"
"Definitely…Beck does, but I was a little resistant also. She's a good person though Kacey. She really is…" the MMA specialist grinned slightly with a sense of trust in his expression. Kacey gave him a look that resembled one that seemed concerned yet suspicious and shook her head making her black waves to swerve around her.
"Well then," she began after taking in a deep breath of the forest air, "What are we waiting for? Let's get the hell out of here!"
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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 6:19 P.M. (Barnyard; Deserted Island)
Beck stood there like a doll being put on display. His legs felt paralyzed as he locked his brown eyes onto the girl he was warned about time and time again. Lucy 'Hardcore' Stone. He saw her smile at him with an innocent twist thrown into it as if she were still trying to play a little trick as always, but Beck couldn't stop his heart from pounding.
"What's up Beck?" she asked with a friendly voice. It creeped him out to say the least. He'd never seen the Blood Babe leader grin like that…ever! She only looked him up and down like some schoolgirl with a huge crush before stroking a strand of red hair behind her ear. She observed all of his wounds and felt a pang of sick pleasure run through her body. He doesn't stand a chance…you've got this one cornered Luce. "You look pretty banged up…something go down?"
Beck's mouth was still a gaping hole as he looked down at Lucy's exposed legs due to her shorts reaching up to her inner thighs. Anyone ever taught you to wear your pants over your panties Lucy? Beck thought while scrunching his face at the girl's crude wardrobe.
"Ahem!" Lucy coughed with a look of impatience causing Beck to snap from his trance. His wounds were still sticky due to the blood streaming from them and his hair was sticking to his forehead thanks to the sea water he had been in. He shook his hair before glaring her down like some sick creature.
"It's none of your business Lucy," the shaggy haired boy growled at her causing her to widen her eyes out of shock and amusement. She curved her lips into a lustful smile before putting her gun in the depths of her back pocket (Even though she could only fit the barrel in the denim fabric.
"Aw…why so harsh Oliver? I only want to sit and chat a little. Considering what we've both had to go through," she sighed sweetly while placing her index finger upon her smooth lips that were glazed with cherry lip gloss. "Unless you want to skip all of that and get straight to the good stuff."
Beck's eyes grew open in disbelief as he watched Lucy begin to slowly suck on the tip of her finger in a lustful fashion. She looked like a cougar ready to devour its delicous prey as her eyes gazed over him. "What are you…Are you high Lucy!?" Beck laughed out of insanity as he watched the girl try to seduce him. "Not even in your dreams!"
She ceased her moist tongue from licking her finger up and down as she heard Beck snap at her in annoyance. Her silky, damp hair fell around her shoulders perfectly and she almost felt like bursting into a fit of giggles. "Wow…second time I've been turned down. Are you gay too? Wouldn't surprise me considering how much you look like a damn girl with that hair…"
"Shut it Stone! I don't have time to play your stupid games right now…Tori's waiting for me-" Beck immediately silenced himself as he spoke the kind, caramel skinned girl's name and instantly felt his chest tighten. He shouldn't have said anything…
"Tori?" Lucy whispered with a slight grin of mischief coming onto her menacing face. "The anorexic Mexican? Mexi' Rexi? What…did you two get separated or something?" Lucy asked with a look of joy as she moved her hand to the small back pocket of her tiny gray denim jeans.
Shit…"No. W-We…we just happened to get lost and-" Beck's stuttering sentence was cut short as Lucy burst out laughing with her cold pair eye staring straight into his like pair of icy daggers. Damn, I'm the worst liar ever! And her eyes…it's like she's looking straight into my soul!
"Shut up Oliver," she chuckled harshly before advancing towards him with her thin brow arched. "Where is she? She alone? Well?"
"I'm not telling you that! I've made a lot of mistakes on this island, but I'm not making anymore. Katniss already yells at me enough as it is."
"Katniss?" Lucy cooed while pacing the tip of her finger on the bottom of her well formed chin. Her lips curved into a playful, yet demented smile as she watched Beck clench his teeth in anger.
"Me and my damn mouth," he hissed in irritation as his wounds continued to sting horribly and his fingertips had drops of blood dripping from them; landing onto the road underneath him. All Lucy did was bring out Josh's gun from her back pocket with a look of innocence. She batted her eyelashes playfully before grinning cunningly at Beck's shivering form.
"So…you've got two people protecting you eh? One of them being Vega for crying out loud!" Lucy laughed darkly with her finger rested on the cold trigger of the gun. "What a princess you've become Beck…a true damsel to be scared of."
She pointed the nozzle of the gun straight at him as the time tensely moved on. Beck felt his insides twist into tight knots as he fixed his eyes on the dark depths of the gun's barrel. "Lucy…d-don't."
Lucy only smiled lovingly at him before tilting her head to the side as if she were observing something closely. "Have fun with Fukanaga…I know how much him dying really pissed you off, so I guess killing you and letting you be with him wouldn't be so bad right?" she asked with a chilling tone.
Beck watched her finally pull the trigger sending a bright white throughout the air. The sound of the shot rang in his ears as he frantically dove to the side with his eyes narrowed in determination. He wasn't going to die…not here and not in the hands of this girl. Lucy's eyes were squinted in order to catch whether or not she hit her target.
"Missed me," Beck grumbled as he staggered to his feet letting pained hisses slip from his mouth as he did so. The red and black haired girl gave him a look of interest before pointing the gun at him again causing Beck to frantically turn on his heel and jet down the road.
"Oh no you don't!" she scowled as she sped off after him while trying to aim the gun at his stumbling body. "Hold still so I can blow that hairy head off of you!"
They scurried down the long road passing True's still body as if it were a simple lump on the side. Beck kept huffing out hot breaths with every stride he took down the pitch black tar of the road. His eyes scanned the scenery up ahead as Lucy fired another shot at him. The scorching hot bullet slashed his cheek as it whizzed right past him only making him clench his teeth in response.
"I'm so done with guns!" Beck screeched as he hastily turned right into the forest letting the thick leaves conceal his form while blood streamed from the cut on his cheek. Lucy was right on his tail as she pressed the trigger once more letting a white flash fill her pretty eyes. The gunshot blast blew off the side of a thick tree Beck was running in front of making the bark burst into the air like wooden confetti making his heart nearly jump into his throat. "Definitely done with guns goddamn it!"
Just up ahead in the thick heart of the forest was a leering cliff that seemed to lead to a long drop. "No more," Beck whispered while his cheeks leaked a loose stream of red blood letting it fly around him with every step. He did have guns and weapons…but he didn't want to use them right now…he couldn't. After all that went down only thirty minutes ago he couldn't bring himself to use the guns that were fired in the lighthouse. Plus he wasn't going to get into it with Lucy right now, especially in this condition. Instead, he finally stumbled upon the edge of the grassy cliff with his eyes overlooking the deep jump to the bottom. "Go ahead and play Lucy…but not with me. Never with me. Fuck you Stone. Fuck you, fuck Eikner and Fuck it all!"
Lucy was nearly right behind him with a set of chuckles leaving her red lips as she spotted the wounded boy; her gun fixed onto him like a dog set to kill. 'Kill him! Kill him!' she could hear the gun screaming at her to fire the shot and as she placed her finger upon the rebounding trigger, she saw Beck leap off of the cliff into the depths of the forest on the bottom. His form was concealed with leaves and bushes as he plummeted to the bottom and Lucy fled to the ridged edge of cliff with a look of shock mixed with irritation.
"What the hell!" she spat while peering over the edge with a murderous look in her brown eyes; the leather strings on the side of her shorts flew and waved as the breezes swept past her. She quickly aimed the nozzle straight into dark depths of the forest below and pulled the cold trigger five times before letting out a few angry breaths as the flashing light filed the air.. "That fucking Jew! Where the hell did he go!? GAH! Nice one Luce…you let him get away! God…it's down to the wire now and you can't afford anymore screw ups."
She had a look of boredom on her face as she resorted to her calm state and placed her gun back in the depths of her duffle bag that was slung over her shoulder. Her sickle was tucked into one of the loop holes in her shorts that were normally used for belts and her taser was tucked into the waist band of the denim clothing. She turned back around with an evil smile on her beautiful face as she began walking back into the dense forest.
"I guess I'll have to look for Tori and Katniss. That's three right off the bat including Beck…I'll be waiting. I'll be the one that takes it all. Yes…Lucy will take! Take it all just like everyone does to her. First the trust…then she'll take everything that follows," Lucy giggled in a twisted way while taking off towards where the farmhouse was. Lucy was set on winning the competition and nothing was going to stop her from doing so.
She came across Felix's motionless body that seemed damp from the blood pooling around him. His face looked horribly disfigured as Lucy knelt down beside him with a sweet smile coming onto her face. A type of fallen angel smile.
She looked over to Felix's right hand that seemed limp and saw Kirby's magnum only inches from the pale fingertips. "My, my…what has our rich little asshole been up to huh? Stealing guns are we?" Lucy cooed with a seductive tone to her voice as she leaned forward with her hand outreached and grasped the gun's handle. As she placed it in her bag with her tips of hair brushing against Felix's rain-drenched body as she did so, she spotted something strange. Felix had gunshot wounds all over his stomach yet…there was no blood or any type of injury.
"Hm," she sweetly spoke as she tilted her head to the side at the sight. She pressed down against the penny sized holes in Felix's stomach making his body shake a bit. "Hope you don't mind Garcia…too bad this is the only time a woman is ever going to touch you...willingly.
With that she unzipped his fancy leather jacket that was still perfectly unharmed, however, when she came across his tattered dress shirt…she saw something that made her almost burst out into a fit of laughs. A vest. A bullet proof vest. "Nice one…Thanks Garcia. Looks like things are finally going my way."
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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 6:50 P.M. (Farm Co-op; Deserted Island)
Drake was a complete wreck. After hearing those gun shots go off consistently near the north eastern seas, he almost felt himself go crazy out of fear. His light brown hair was all over the place and still damp from the tremendous rainfall. His sopping wet uniform was sticking to his cold, clammy skin as he wandered about the island without a clue of what to do. He had Felix's bag in one hand while he carried his duffle bag and Backpack over each shoulder. The blood red insignia on the duffle bag gleamed in the fading light as maneuvered his way through the woods until he spotted a huge building…like a huge parking garage.
Numerous things were sprawled about its yard as Drake stumbled out of the thick mass of trees and stared at it in awe. His pale skin was dripping with rain water as he walked slowly over to the looming building; its interior was pitch black and its giant opening was like a whale's gaping mouth. "Whoa," he gasped with a quiet voice as he examined the streams of water pouring off the edges of the ceiling like waterfalls.
As he looked around the damp, moist patches of green grass in the front he couldn't stop smiling at how well hidden this place was. That is until he spotted something almost too horrific to handle. Another body…
"Huh?" he whispered with wide eyes as he squinted at it. He leaned forward as if he were trying to get a good peek from a far, but he couldn't see that well due to the hazy mist still lingering about from the rain. He trudged into the yard with his feet splashing into a few cold puddles of murky water until he finally stood a few feet from the limp body. It had dreads that were sprawled all about its head and it's skin was dark yet smooth. Scarlet red water was formed around it and a dozen holes were covering it like a disturbing polka dot stuffed toy.
It was Andre. His body was lying there just like it did when Tori left the night before…his eyes were still peaceful yet sad and his body looked drenched from the rain. "A-Andre? Oh My God…" Drake groaned while staring down at the musically gifted boy's lifeless body with tearful eyes. Drake even caught a glimpse of a few machine gun bullet casings lying in the grass as well. Some were even floating in a few puddles as Drake bent over and picked one up to examine it.
He made a pained face before dropping it back onto the ground with a few sobs slipping from his mouth and fell to his bony knees. "Andre…why were you here all alone? Why didn't you…you could of teamed up with us or….damn it Andre!" Drake seethed with his bangs sticking to his forehead as he let himself begin to grieve at the loss of his creative friend with enough talent to take L.A. by storm.
Drake looked over at Andre's side and spotted the dark skinned boy's green backpack that resembled camouflage. It was open and a notebook decorated with music note stickers and various colored drawings was poking out…obviously Drake had to take a peek. He grasped the notebook with his skinny hand and flipped it open letting the pages turn rapidly thanks to the breezes.
BLOW UP THE SCHOOL? HOW MAN?! THE SCHOOL IS A PERMANENT DANGER ZONE! BESIDES, HOW'RE WE GONNA FIND A BOMB ON A DESERTED ISLAND?
The notebook had this boldly standing up from the blank page with Andre's handwriting and Drake only stared at it in utter confusion before turning the page.
JAKE TOLD ME THAT AFTER WE BLOW EIKNER AND THOSE ARMY PUNKS TO SMITHEREENS, WE WERE GOING TO SWIM TO THE NEAREST ISLAND ONCE THE PATROL SHIPS HAVE LEFT.
Blow up Eikner? Swim to the nearest island? Drake could only gawk at these off the wall things Andre scribbled in his notebook. Especially the name Jake…does that mean Jake was with him?
"Andre you…what were you doing? What were you planning?" Drake asked with a low voice as he examined the pages in Andre's notebook (it was actually the notebook Andre used to jot down his ideas for songs, but…). Drake gently placed the decorated notebook back in Andre's backpack and got back onto his feet to search for the whiz kid known as Jake Collins.
He trekked along through the dripping limbs of leering trees that led the way to a huge hill. Drake climbed up to the hilltop spotting those same bullet casings nuzzled into the wet grass as he did so and could only feel his heart sink even more. A moderately sized cement house was standing proud on the gleaming hilltop with bullet holes present in its sturdy walls. The door was chipped and beaten up due to the gun fire and a hint of iron filled Drake's nostrils.
"H-Hayley," Drake felt his stomach lurch forward as he gazed over at Hayley's stiff form near the cement house. Her head looked split open like a demolished watermelon and blood red liquid drenched the grass patches all over the hilltop. Her frizzy blonde hair was fluttering all around her head due to the gusts of wind and her ruined face still held a shining smile that everyone in their class knew by heart. "Hayley…Why is this h-happening?"
He looked around the side of the building and found a pile of bags sitting there still soaked from the rainfall and hastily zipped one of them open. A pink, butterfly notebook fell out with a thump as it hit the soggy blades of grass. "What the…" Drake tilted his head at it before picking it up off the ground. "What are you doing here Hayley? Where do you fit into all of this?"
A WAY OUT! FOR REAL! HOW? WHAT DID YOU TWO HAVE IN MIND?
He scanned his eyes over the smiley class rep's amazing penmanship before feeling his heart throb out of sadness. "You too…you were with Jake too? You and Andre? Hayley…what happened?" he asked with his chest heaving as tears filled his vision. He kept staring at Hayley's blood covered face expecting an answer, but all he got was her smile instead.
YOU GUYS ARE AHHHMAZING! I LOVE EVRY SINGLE 1 OF U! :D I'M SOOO GLAD THAT I GET TO BE WITH YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FOR NOW…SOON WE'LL ALL BE HOME TOGETHER AGAIN!
Drake couldn't bear it any longer. He threw the notebook onto the ground with a look of distress before looking over to the edge of the hilltop. He had to keep going…
He hoisted himself back up and took off down the slippery hillside until he caught a glimpse of what occurred at the bottom. The valley below looked like a meteor had struck it without mercy. A huge pit was in the middle of it was scorched marks all around it and debris, dirt and even chunks of land covered the grassy battlefield. "Way cool man."
Drake flew down the hillside with an impressed grin as he ogled the entire scene. Blood was stained into the grass as he stepped though the vast field with a sinking feeling in his chest. The air reeked with the smell of blood, burnt rubber and suffocating smoke…but now Drake knew where the blood was coming from.
He stood there as still as can be before looking straight into the eyes of yet another dead friend of his. The tattered body was slumped against a pile of red dirt…its short golden hair gleaming in the light. "Jake? No…Jake No! Not you! I heard your name on…on the announcements, but…Jake please don't let it be true!" Drake began to cry while falling in front of Jake's slouched form; wrapping his skinny arms around the dead boy's body. "Please! I lost my brother! I lost him! Don't you fucking dare let me lose you too!"
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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 7:32 P.M. (Church; Deserted Island)
Lulu sat on the altar of the peaceful church listening to the quiet breezes blowing against the brittle door near the front. Her long, brownish black hair was soaking wet, but was now put up in a lazy bun and her eyes still looked crazed as if she had been taking a diet of only high sugar coffee and powerful energy drinks. Her entire spread of Rainbow Land games were all over the altar floor as the few candles standing on podiums around her began to burn calmly for a source of light. They continued to gleam in a gentle manner making it look like Lulu was trying to create some kind of shrine.
She even had a figure of Princess Dalkia, the greatest warrior ever to roam the Land of Rainbows in a small bright green collectors gown…Lulu aspired to be her. She had to become her even if it meant killing Tori a.k.a. Pavarotti. In one of Lulu's moist hands was some kind of jet black tape recorder and the neon pink knee-high socks Lulu wore had a few splotches of red on them thanks to her killing Felix. She had a small grin on her face as she held the recorder up to her mouth and felt her heart beam out of pleasure.
"I'm close my Lord," she whispered into the recorder as it emitted a small bit of feedback that sounded like a candy wrapper being crinkled up. "I'm close to finding the evil witch having killed her faithful servant Hexley. I have come to a realization my King. I have come to a realization that helps me see how wicked she really is."
Lulu's hand clenched the recorder as tightly as possible as she looked all around her frantically in case anyone was watching her. One of the evil witch's spies perhaps… "Their watching me…I have to defeat her before it's too late. I have to. I figured out one of her charms…a body snatching charm. She's trying to deceive me by taking the form of a person I care for. I know that now your highness…I know who she is taking the form of," Lulu began to speak lowly with a smile plastered onto her deranged face. "It's Tori Vega."
She looked over her slender shoulder with a look of paranoia etched on her face before holding the recorder close to her quivering lips that were forming into a smile. "The magic battle happening by the seas…I heard it. I heard her commit her evil deeds yet again. She took away Kendall and his crew! Carly and Cat too! She destroyed them all with her wicked sorcery! I heard her using her blasted witchcraft my lord," Lulu whispered frantically referring to the gunshots over by the lighthouse (Lulu, however, still kept her mind locked in her fantasy land).
"I must find her quickly…find her and send her back to the darkness your highness and save the land!" Lulu squealed in utter joy before gazing up at the window painting of Jesus Christ being illuminated in a ray of light. The window painting was lit up due to the faint rays of light still being offered by the sun and Lulu merely giggled psychotically before reaching into her duffle bag.
She pulled out her blood stained kitchen knife with a twisted look on her face as her eyes remained wide and filled with insanity. "I know my lord…I must…I must…KILL HER!" she screamed while slamming the blade into the altar's wooden floorboards making a loud creak erupt from within the church.
"Very good my faithful warrior," the 'king' spoke with an impressed tone to his voice in Lulu's delusional mind. "You fought well with Hexley and I am more than sure that you are ready to face the evil queen herself…but remember! Hexley is just one of many…you must show us! Show us your determination Lulu! Show us the purity you possess for our land!"
Lulu felt her heart soar with joy as she took all the praise from the king. "My l-lord! You must know that I am more than ready to fulfill my destiny! I am ready to show you all of my faults…I am ready!" Lulu laughed into the recorder with a look of deranged happiness (She actually thought her recorder was some type of diary…a game diary that kept all of the records on her 'adventure'). Her plaid skirt was damp yet crumpled as she grabbed a fistful with her unused hand and heard her king cry out to her once again.
"So be it! Lulu Johnson! You are now our most honorable warrior! We are counting on you!" the king screamed with victory causing Lulu to jump up with tears of joy in her eyes and her mouth began to emit a few cries of happiness.
"I will fulfill my destiny! I will! I will Kill Tori! I will KILL HER!"
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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 7:58 P.M. (Grove; Deserted Island)
The light had finally left the island now leaving a gleaming moon in its place instead. Camille was sitting on a log near the lush set of bushes that led to the hill where Beck and Kevin fell the day before. Kevin and Robbie's bodies were still there rotting like pieces of abandoned fruit…it made them all sick beyond belief.
Camille, however, was concerned with something else. She was trembling on the still log with her eyes glazed with sadness, yet her delicate face seemed to give off the impression that she was fine. No expression…her eyes just seemed like they were filled with grief. Logan was dead…that was all she needed to hear. He was gone. The boy she longed for more than anything was gone.
She'd spent this much time searching for him just to hear his name being screeched over the island signifying his imminent death. "I was too late," she spoke with a quiver in her voice before gazing down at her feet. Her Mary-Jane shoes were gleaming in the moon's bright light while her gorgeous, elegant curls of brown hair fell around her shoulders perfectly. "I was too late to save the boy I loved…tragic indeed. It hurts…the feelings are coming back. Why are the feelings coming back? Why do they come back when I lose someone I love?"
"You're very pretty you know. You sit right behind me in class too huh?" Logan laughed while straightening his dark red school tie around his neck.
"No one has ever shown such kindness to me…no one has ever been so generous," Camille whispered with one single tear falling from her breath taking eye. He was the acting queen's very first kiss…her perfect first kiss. Romeo and Juliet suited their relationship perfectly.
"Hope you nail that audition Camille! Trust me…just from that scene with you…you made the perfect Juliet. See you back in class," Logan beamed with a boyish smile before running off to the end of the hallway and through the crimson red double doors that led to the cafeteria.
Camille felt her chest tighten as if she had a balloon expanding inside of her…she's never felt this before. She hasn't felt anything before. Ever since she was little she has never felt anything, however, certain things trigger responses from her such as this. It hurt…she hated feeling it. She hated feeling in general. It got in the way of everything…she loved acting though. She loved to be other people and live through them. It felt as if she could feel through them, but when it came to her own personal feelings she'd rather have it locked away forever.
"Ah…we were star crossed lovers. This was meant to be wasn't it?" Camille asked with a quiet tone as Katniss continued to peel a few fruits Camille had found while hunting. Katniss was paying no attention to the dramatic brunette as she peeled the colorful skin off of the exotic fruits. Tori was still sleeping soundly on the grass with the picture she drew tucked underneath the pillow. Her lips curved into a smile as she began to reminisce one of her favorite memories.
Camille turned her head so that her eyes were taking in the sight of the dark skies above her. "Breath taking isn't it Logan? You were my everything Logan…my love. I wish I could have been there for you. I want you to make the bad things go away…all the bad feelings. Make them stop…" she whispered with a few hints of pain in her delicate voice, but she knew…Logan was gone. He couldn't make it stop. He only made it worse now.
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Saturday: September 5th, 2003 – 5:39 P.M. (Main Hall; Garside Jr. / Sr. High School)
Tori's POV
Let me guess, I'm dreaming yet again? Of course, but I must say I kind of like it. It helps me feel secure in a way. Like I'm slipping away from the stupid game known as Battle Royale and coming back to my old life when everything and everyone was normal. It must be the first week of school…I look pretty young. I look at my small eleven year old self standing near the concession stand in the main hall of our school. The smell of buttery popcorn fills my nose making my mouth water immediately and I see a small Josh working the machine. He was pretty chubby back then haha!
"Hey Tori!" he greets me with a smile as he looks over at me while filling up a bowl of popcorn for a young woman right next to me. "Here you go ma'am and enjoy the game."
Game? Oh my God! Is this…this is the first game our team has ever played! How am I remembering this now! I scan over the long list of items on the bright red board hanging over a tiny Josh and can't even decide on what I want…what I wazz I am. I'm… I'm wearing my cheerleading uniform. No way!
This was my first time cheering…I feel like I'm gonna cry. I can't do this…I can't-
"Tor'! How long does getting a box of licorice take!?" a tiny voice squeals at me making me turn my head I confusion. I see Trina calling out to me with a huge smile on her tanned face with her brown hair up in a bun. Trina…Oh God Trina it's you! I know this is a dream but still…
"I'm sorry!" I stammer with my cheeks burning red. "Everything just looks so good. So g-good."
Wow…what a hottie I was. Lord help me. Even now I can't decide on the simplest things. Next thing I know, I'm barreling into the gym with Trina pulling me by the arm. How crazy is she? I love her though…
"Tori!" Kacey screams from the benches along with the other cheerleaders. "Took you long enough! We need you for our big opening number!"
"I know! Sorry guys! Wait…we haven't even started our cheer routine yet?" I ask bewildered making Jo shake her head. Her face looks so young and sweet as she gazes off onto the basketball court watching Kendall's energetic self run back and forth. It was no secret that she had a huge crush on him.
"Not yet," she sighs lovingly while looking at the dirty blonde boy with infatuated brown eyes while batting her lashes. I mean could she be any more obvious? "But hey? Better late than ever eh?"
"Yeah! We're glad you made it Tor'!" Carly giggles from her spot on the bench while smiling kindly at me.
The game seems to have just started considering many people haven't gone completely crazy in the stands just yet. I see Andre flying down the court while dribbling the dirty basketball; his dreads flailing behind him as he does so. "So…are we uh…are we winning?" I ask with a nervous laugh.
"Like we care," Amanda sighs while resting her blonde head in her hands. "I just wish they had James on the court more. I mean God! He's so delicious in that uniform. Only a loose jersey and a pair of thigh-high shorts!"
"Agreed!" the other girls cheered with lustful smiles on their faces as James began to run all over the court nearly standing out from everyone else due to his height. I wonder why James never really had a girlfriend…I mean you've got to admit he is drop dead gorgeous.
"Touchdown!" a tiny Cat cries in cute joy making us jump with fright. It's not like our class was used to her weirdness just yet. I was though…
"Touchdown? Cat that's football. This is basketball," Kacey laughs while brushing her black hair behind her shoulder. Cat only tilted her head in confusion before sighing out of boredom and began munching on a Hershey's bar she kept in her bag.
"I like bingo more," she pouts while playing with a strand of her red velvet hair.
"C'mon guys! What's the use of a play if we aren't gonna use it!" I hear a motivated voice cheer from the court. I look over with an arched brow before seeing him for the first time…I see him tearing the court apart as he steals the game entirely. Beck…Beck Oliver.
His face gleaming with a determined smile as his short, black hair flies around his head and his eyes make me want to melt. "Look at that Beck kid!" Carly gasps in awe as she watches him jog all over the court making every shot. "He's insane!"
Yeah…pretty insane. That's all he ever is and that's what I love about him. Oh man…Amanda was right. Those shorts do make him look good. Wait! Did I seriously just think that?! You are losing it girl! I hear everyone begin to cheer as loud as can be while Zander and Jake toss the ball back and forth; running to the opposing team's basket. Jake jumps as high as he can with that smirk we all know and love before tossing the ball into the basket perfectly.
Soon, the game ends…our team actually won…we get to do our routine…Freddie ran around getting video with that silly video camera of his…Logan sat on the bench looking like some cheering fan on the sidelines even though he was supposed to be on the team. It all makes me want to cry. I see Beck there in the midst of it all looking at me with those eyes. I've always liked him…I've had a crush on him for the longest time now. Since our first week of school I've had a crush on him.
I love him…
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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 8:14 P.M. (Grove; Deserted Island)
The moonlight was magnificently glowing from above while the trio continued to rest within the haven of the grove. Katniss was sitting on a tree stump taking huge bites out of a juicy apple Camille had found in an orchard near a house some place. The sweet juice drizzled down her pointed chin and dripped onto the patches of grass at her feet. Camille was chewing on a sliced piece of watermelon that tasted sweeter than anything she's ever tasted before. The black seeds were scattered all around Camille's Mary Jane shoes every time she bit into the delectable fruit and spit out the pesky seeds.
Katniss placed her bright red apple down at her side before beginning to dig into her camouflage backpack's front pocket rather anxiously. After a few minutes she brought out a wooden whistle and broadly grinned as she raised it to her dry lips. She blew it with her eyes darting all around the dimly lit forest that had slivers of bright white seeping in from the leaves overhead. She kept blowing it as the mocking birds copied the tune perfectly. It made her think of someone special every time she heard the birds' gorgeous melodies…someone named Rue.
She kept playing the little whistle as Camille stared at her with an intrigued look. She even heard a similar sound come right back through the brisk trees…could it be Zander? She played the same tune once more and let it drift through the forest and over the island like a gentle breeze. She cupped her pale ear in order to get a better listen and heard the sound come right back like before. "Well I'll be damned!" Katniss laughed in disbelief.
"What is it?" Camille asked with a tone of depression as she absent mindedly stared at the silver eyed girl; bringing the summer season fruit from her lips.
Katniss only arched her brow confidently before speaking, "Zander actually followed through…he called right back to me Camille. I guess he's waiting on us. We just have to make sure Beck's-"
"Okay," a voice finished making Katniss nearly jump within her skin before quickly bringing out her finely carved bow and loading it with a deadly arrow that seemed horrifically sharp at the point. She had it aimed at the intruder with a deadly expression on her face as Camille brought out a pistol from one of the bags huddled near the skinny, lanky trees.
"Get back! If you even think about coming one more step I'll-" Katniss was instantly interrupted with the sound of a cheery laugh filling the air.
"You'll shoot me with an arrow? C'mon Kat. I thought after being off in Horror Land for hours on end you'd at least insult me about my hair or something," the familiar voice chuckled with a smirk playing onto its shadowed face. Katniss glared intently at the individual's dark form as she drew the arrow back a bit making the string on the bow stretch incredulously.
"Like I have time for games. Sorry, but I've never been a fan of 'em…even though we're in one right now. Who are you!? No sudden moves…step into the light and reveal yourself!" Katniss barked madly as she kept her gleaming silver eyes locked onto the person in front of her underneath the tree's shadow.
The figure did the order given and stepped into the shining moonlight that was seeping in from the treetops. Katniss' eyes went wide as she examined the individual coming into the light as if it were a unique creature.
"Beck?" she whispered and Camille only gave a faint smile as she lowered the pistol in her pale hands so that the gleaming metal nozzle was pointed at the moist patches of grass. Beck gave off a radiant grin as he limped over to the grove as if he were returning from a fought out war. Bandages still covering him and his wounds looked terribly unattended to as he collapsed right next to a thick gray tree that shone from the moonlight; five new gunshot wounds were present on his body (Two on his right thigh, two on his hip and one on his left lower arm) all thanks to Lucy firing at him as he fell from the cliff.
"Hey Kat, Camille. Guess I owe you both a big thanks. Never would have found you guys if it weren't for those bird calls you made," he beamed before sighing in absolute pleasure now that he was finally able to just sit down for a change. He looked over at Tori's stirring form as if she were about to awake from a deep slumber and could only smile lightly at her. "Was Tori doing okay? She wasn't too much trouble now was she?"
"Nah. Occasionally did I feel like putting her to sleep myself every time she obsessed about you and where you were every minute of the day…but other than that, she's been a perfect little angel," Katniss smirked jokingly while placing her bow back down on the soft soil of the ground; gently propping it upright against a tree. "Let's take a look at those sick little owies now."
"She really does care for you," Camille spoke with a calm tone making Beck smile appreciatively at her in response while letting Katniss examine his numerous injuries only making her cringe in response.
"Beck?" a quiet voice whispered with a yawn following suit as Beck looked over with an arched brow towards the sleeping Latina. Tori was sitting up on her stitched knees with a look of shock on her tanned face as she stared unbelievingly at his physical form.
"Hey Sleeping Beauty…I know you probably hate me huh? I'm sorry I worried you Tori it was just all too insane and-"
"You came back!" she began to sob with her lips quivering as she slowly got onto her feet; the grass softly giving way underneath her. The gentle blankets around her were crumpled as she walked over to the head strong boy with a look of overwhelmed relief washing over her face. "I thought…I thought I'd never see you again! But here you are! A-Alive and…and…Oh My God! Beck you're okay! You came back! Y-You came back for us like you said you would!"
Tori literally jumped right into Beck even though he was seated with an exhausted look in his brown eyes and he looked like he was about to drop dead. Tori didn't care…she only cared that he came back after all. Her frail arms wrapped around him as she held the back of his head with her small hand and she embraced him in a way that seemed both loving yet concerned. "Of course I came back…I promised remember?" Beck laughed with a caring tone in his voice as he hugged her back as tightly as he could; he could smell her Vanilla scented body lotion as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her glowing neck. "Missed you Tori…missed you so much. More than you'll ever know."
Katniss only sat there with her back leaning against a tree as she examined the two teens with a look of exasperation on her stern face. Camille, however, thought this entire event was just breath taking…just magnificently romantic even though Beck and Tori hadn't really intended for it to look that way.
I'll protect you Tori…always. No matter what, I'll always be there by your side and fight to keep you safe, Beck thought as he felt the warmth of the thin girl's body radiate off of him and never wanted this moment to end.
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