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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 8:39 P.M. (Grove; Deserted Island)
The gang of four sat huddled on the soft grass blades while devouring sweet fruits as if they would never be able to eat again. The juices leaked from their rampant mouths as they chewed rapidly like famished animals. Beck was in the middle of his heated story of what happened with Felix while a banana was tightly clutched in his one hand making it squish and ooze from the peel without him knowing. Katniss had her bright red apple in her open mouth as she stitched up Beck's reopened wounds as well as his new ones, but she was actually quite impressed with Logan's own stitch work.
She had successfully removed the scorching bullets from Beck's bleeding skin and raw muscle making him gasp and squirm from the sensation. "How many times were you shot!?" Katniss grumbled as if she were scolding him like a young child. A pair of detailed tweezers were gripped in her strong hand as she pulled out one the bullets embedded in his lower arm (the one Lucy had put into him).
"Lost count," Beck sighed sadly as he stared over at the dedicated work the young medical expert known as Katniss had been doing on him. She placed another piece of cloth onto Beck's damp, cold arm and kept it glued there with a few pieces of bandage tape to put pressure on the bleeding to make it stop. A small white square bandage was taped onto the thin slash made by Lucy in his cheek as well.
Tori only gave him a serious look of concern as she nibbled on a glowing orange mango fruit that was sitting in her supple hands. "So it's true? They…all of them are really dead? Kendall...Carlos...C-Cat? All of them?" she gasped with a look of pain filling her brown eyes. She's known Carlos, Logan, James and Kendall since she was a little girl so hearing the tragic news of the four mischievous boys' deaths did nothing but break her heart horribly; not to mention Cat's.
"As doornails…damn it! It's getting down to the core now isn't it?" Beck hissed as he thought back on the traumatizing lighthouse experience. All those bullet casings…the suicide Carlos attempted…all the blood. Katniss made a face of disgust as she finished removing the final bullet from Beck's brittle shoulder and her silver eyes narrowed as she looked over her shoulder with a grimace watching the lighthouse being bathed in the pale moonlight next to the sparkling sea..
"So," she began with a low voice while biting out of the apple in her mouth making sweet juice burst from the crisp fruit and brought in from her pursed lips. "All those shots were from that lighthouse? An alliance…an alliance that collapsed on itself all thanks to one paranoid member? Déjà vu once again."
Beck felt his heart drop after hearing Katniss speak these things with such a care free tone and going back to stitch up his scarlet red shoulder with a piece thin string. It was as if the deaths merely bugged her only a little bit. Tori held her shoulders as the situation began to sink in every time she thought about the dwindling numbers. Only nine now…soon to be just one. Unless they escape that is, but what are they going to do?
Camille was only devastated at the graphic news of her beloved Logan Mitchell. How he was brutally shot right in the neck. How she couldn't even see him or tell him anything. How she felt or how she cared for him…or even a simple good-bye.
He was gone forever and there was nothing she could do to change that horrible fact. It made her chest hurt…she hated the feeling of it. Lock it away, she bluntly thought to herself. Lock it all up and forget the feelings…I can't feel. Feelings get in the way.
"Camille?" Tori spoke up with a half smile on her face she finished swallowing a refreshing lump of her mango. "Are you okay?"
Camille snapped from her trance with a shake of the head making her chocolate brown waves of hair spin all around her pale body. "Oh...yes. Yes, I'm alright," she replied with a low tone before patting her thighs in order to flatten her plaid skirt. Beck gave her a look of encouragement even though he had no reason to be joyous or even tolerable. He could be screaming in anguish at this very moment…but what's that going to do? Absolutely nothing. It won't bring anyone back, it won't get them off this island and definitely won't stop this whole BR system.
"I ran into Lucy also," Beck piped up with his face staring down at his squished banana that now resembled putrid yellow slime in disgust. Everyone almost yanked their faces over to him in a quick instant as they listened to this piece of information.
"Lucy?" Katniss whispered for some strange reason even though no one was around; probably to enhance the dramatic effect or something. Beck merely nodded his tired head before shivering from induced fear. "Well I'll be damned! Not only do you head jump Felix and endure a psychotic lighthouse war….you run into the murdering little queen who's literally the last one playing the game. Talk about bad luck huh?"
"Tell me about it," Beck grumbled before rolling his shining brown eyes in a swift motion before tossing his ruined banana to the side with his tongue sticking out in displeasure. "But screw her! Right now…we need to focus on our plan. Kacey and Zander…they should be at the farmhouse right about now right?"
"You bet," Katniss chuckled while gathering all the gleaming bags with haste as her braid swung over her shoulder and brushed against the material of the bags. "Heard them calling out to us with the birdcall not too long ago. So if we want to find them without worrying about the Stone chick…I suggest we move right about now."
"Hey wait a minute," Tori spoke with a tone of curiosity in her voice. "What if we run into anyone else? Drake and Lulu are still okay right? Why don't we go look for them while we're at it?" Her gleaming eyes glistened as always under the starlight making Beck smile as Katniss narrowed her glowing silver eyes as if she was thinking rather hard about something.
"Sounds risky…but with this whole trusting your friends thing…I've been there and I've sure as hell done that. I say we move on no matter what and if they want to join they can, but trust me when I say that trusting comes with a huge cost and that lighthouse event was a perfect example you three…I've been there and I've definitely lived it," the head strong girl confidently answered while bringing herself up onto her feet as she looked off into the horizon through the scattered trees in the woods. The sea was sparkling as if a thousand stars were floating on its surface. The moon casted a magnificent shine over the sandy beach and if you squinted hard enough you could make out the six lumps underneath the gleaming white tarp Beck had over his six friends to show them respect.
Camille looked over at Katniss after listening to everyone's voices interject one another in the conversation and merely said, "What brought you back then?"
Tori and Beck looked at her as if they had no clue what she meant by this question, but Katniss did. "What brought you back after you 'lost it' like Beck says?" Katniss' shoulders tensed in response and her muscles clenched as if they were locking up. Her lips pursed as she sat there with a look of pain on her face…
"I can answer that one," Beck sighed with a sad smile on his dirty face as he looked over at Katniss' depressed form. "All the people I couldn't save brought me back Camille. All the people who did the right thing…I hate to bring this up, but Moze and Suzie…they died doing the right thing. I know you didn't mean to Camille, but we had to sit here in this exact spot and listen to them die. It killed me…but then Jake, Hayley and Andre came along. They died doing the right thing also. Kendall, James, Logan…Carly, Cat and even Carlos. They saved me and you know what they got in return? Death straight up."
Tori almost felt like bursting into tears as she listened intently to what Beck was saying. Her deep brown eyes trembled as she stared at him and her lips curved into a moved, inspired smile. Camille even gave Beck a look of praise as he spoke so maturely for the first time. "I even thought I did the right thing. Leaving you guys to get Felix away from you, but if weren't for the lighthouse crew…I probably wouldn't be here. Zander helped too, but he would have died also. It's all about you and the choices you make and the outcome varies. Whether you decide to be giving and help another person or selfish and worry about yourself…this game tests all that. That's why I honor all of them…I've known them my whole life and I cherish them more than anything. So Camille, that's what brings me back. Knowing that I always have to do the right thing no matter what. Hope that was a good enough answer for you on behalf of Katniss."
Katniss only gave him a slight look of annoyance before melting into a smile with her eyebrow arched in amusement. "That was perfect Beck…more than enough of answer. Even for you and your big mouth," Tori laughed with a few emotionally moved tears glistening on her tanned cheeks as she placed Beck's New York Giants jacket around him and pulled his head close to her causing him to break into a smile as if he felt secure.
"Aw, look at Mr. and Mrs. Obama. I have to admit Beck, you and your speeches really move me a bit, but moving the heart isn't gonna cut it! We've got to move the legs and quick! Beck, eat this apple…Damn! Your first kill had to be a banana for crying out loud…force it down your throat if you have to and get your blood sugar up. You've lost a pretty hefty amount of blood. Oh, Camille…you make sure he eats ya hear?" Katniss smirked with a demanding voice as if she were the captain of a ship.
"Some people never change huh? No need Camille, I can choke the fruit down," Beck sighed with a tired smile as he watched Katniss gather the rest of their things. Camille only nodded her head making her pale skin shine and her brown eyes seemed to sparkle beautifully in the breath taking moonlight.
"Or…I can have Tori feed it to you if that makes you feel any better, but remember…it's a piece of fruit, not a condom," the olive skinned girl chuckles cunningly making Tori turn as red as a beet as well as Beck.
"Katniss! Would you shut it!" they both scream with embarrassed smiles making Camille snicker out of amusement. They couldn't even bear to look at one another as Katniss arched her brow with that same grin stuck on her stern face.
"No yelling remember," she spoke with a joking tone before walking off with the bags in hand. "Now…let's find the cheerleading captain and her martial arts buddy."
9 Students Remaining
Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 8:59 P.M. (Great Plains; Deserted Island)
The sound of gentle breezes filled Drake's moist ears as he sat right next to Jake's limp body that seemed to have a bright smirk plastered onto it. His entire body had splattered blood patterns decorating it and his mouth was coated with a thick layer of the scarlet red substance, but he still managed to give that little mischievous smirk. The caressing winds almost made Drake feel at ease as he stared off into the distance of the open plains that seemed to stretch on for miles.
The carefree brunette even managed to bring Hayley's and Andre's tattered corpses down as well. They were lying around Drake's thin form as he sat on that dusty dirt slope that barely reached a few feet.
His bright brown eyes continued to scan the plethora of scribbled notes in Andre's notebook as well as Hayley's. So many notes…why would they write all of this down? Drake thought with his eyes narrowed at the pencil scratched pages as he read every single message crucially. It doesn't make any- wait up! Hold on, did they write this all down so that Eikner couldn't hear…
That's when it all started to make sense…the collars were wired for sound. "No way man," Drake gasped as he pinched the titanium metal collar pressing against the pale white flesh of his neck. "What were you guys planning?"
He continued to stare at the notes with dedicated attention as the three corpses continued to lie motionless around him. Their eyes closed out of respect and their arms folded over one another to make them look at peace.
JAKE KNOWS! HE'S PLANNING TO BLOW THE SCHOOL UP TO SMITHEREENS!
Drake couldn't stop reading these phrases over and over with his eyes widening like elastic balloons.
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?
"B-Bomb? Shit you guys," Drake whispered almost in disbelief as he stared down at his three friends with a look of admiration. He knew praising them now would be useless, but he had to show it. "You guys made a-a bomb? Are you serious!?"
He looked over all of their plans, the sketches they created about how to get the bomb delivered to the school and their materials list that seemed to have everything checked and scratched out like a grocery list. They had a plan, Drake thought in awe as he slowly lowered himself down into the damp patches of grass; making his bony knees bury into the soil. "You guys were going after the fucking school? You guys had a plan! Jake, Hayley, Andre…you guys had it all figured out huh? Now y-you're…"
He couldn't bear the truth. He felt his eyes tremble like mad in his eye sockets as he gazed over at the wreckage the supposed bomb created. "So that's what we saw last night…it was you Jake. You and your little creation."
He looked down at the notebooks lying still as can be in the blades of green grass that seemed to envelope them. The pages of scribbles gleamed from the lined pages making Drake smile with a few tears coming to his eyes as he did so.
THAT'S CRAZY! BUT…I'M IN! I DON'T CARE HOW HARD IT'S GONNA BE! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU TELL ME IN ORDER TO MAKE IT WORK.
Hayley's writing circulated throughout Drake's clogged head making him smile at how optimistic the frizzy blonde really was. How she always devoted her time to animal shelters and orphanages…she even helped Beck and Mike out at their orphanage as well. Such a big heart this girl had.
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 let out a stifled laugh as if he were being filed up with uplifting joy and placed his hands over Hayley and Andre's shoulders; giving them a soft squeeze. "Definitely cool…we will be together. No matter what Hayley. All of us will be together," Drake whispered with a pained smile as his chest began to heave uncontrollably. "Damn all this crying," he chuckled while wiping his eyes with the back of his clammy hand. "Bawling like a baby. Guess I am a sappy loser sometimes, but it's okay though right?"
He glanced over at Jake's peaceful looking face and felt a grin make its way onto his own. "Right Jake? I know you never really cried much…you always were the too cool for school type of dude. Hell, I thought I was until you came around. The computer whizz huh Jake? Damn straight."
Tears formed in Drake's wide eyes as he stared at Jake's form in anguish. His entire body shook endlessly like a baby's annoying rattle and his throat felt like it was closing up on him making him wheeze horribly. It was all too much to take in…the bodies and deaths were too much for him. He couldn't handle it any longer and he couldn't keep wandering around just to die off in the end anyways.
"C-Cant…I can't! Game over! I c-can't do it anymore! Not alone…n-not all by myself. No more! No more of this shit! I'm done with it all! S-Screw all of it! I'm just done!" the auburn haired rocker screeched unexpectedly into the vast, black skies that were lit up thanks to the sparkling stars. It resembled a sea of light in a sense, but Drake didn't give a damn about the 'stars' or the trees or anything else that came from this godforsaken island. He was done with it…
He staggered to his feet with a look of hysteria on his thin face as he searched through the bag he retrieved from Felix earlier in the afternoon. A whole collection of weapons were hidden in it, but all Drake cared for was the metallic gun in the depths of the duffle bag interior. He grasped it frantically with his trembling fingers as painful sobs spilled from his quivering lips. He brought the nozzle up to the side of his shaking head with his eyes shut as tight as they could get and his breaths were rapid yet shaky.
"N-No M-M-More! G-Game Over!" he cried in great distress; on the verge of pulling the life ending trigger.
"Not yet," a voice serenely spoke behind him making him jump almost immediately out of shock. "Jeez Drake…I thought you would've changed by now…maybe learn not to just give up like you always do. Learn to finally do things for yourself and fight."
"Wh-huh!?" Drake nearly gasped with his brown eyes focused on the individual taking up his attention after he jerked his body around. Josh was standing there in the grass blades with a gleaming white t-shirt on…his eyes slightly narrowed to show how calm he was and his smile was as kind as ever. "J-Josh!?"
Drake couldn't believe his eyes. His step-brother was standing right in front of him…how was this happening? Maybe he was losing his mind? Like he cared. He finally gets to see Josh so why should he?
The moon seemed to add to his magnificent glow as Josh took in a deep refreshing breath of the warm summer night air. His bright green eyes looked as calm as ever as he gave off a cheery grin to his step brother. "Hey brotha!" he laughed with his smile continuing to shine making Drake turn his saddening face into a look of relief. "What do you think you're doing? Surrendering? That's never an option! Remember in Call of Duty? Always plan out your attack but never surrender…number one rule remember? When in doubt, team up! There are others not playing the game Drake…you're not alone."
"Not alone?" Drake repeated with a soft whisper as he staggered a bit closer to his brother's bright spirit. "No…I am alone Josh. I don't have anyone…y-you're dead! Everyone keeps dying and I don't know what to do!" the skinny as a stick boy sobbed while falling to his knees making the soil underneath him squelch in response. Josh merely shook his head and gave a merry little chuckle.
"That's a lie and you know it Drake. We'll always be bros…always. You're never alone. All you have to do is find them and give them a chance."
Drake's eyes widened as he thought about this simple phrase. "Give them a chance…" he slowly whispered before blinking a few times in disbelief. His bangs were stuck to his ghostly white forehead as he thought back to a precious time in his life. The time when he and Josh first met. The time when he learned that giving people a chance makes all the difference.
It was a beautiful September evening in the city of New York and the simple one-story house in the suburbs of NY belonging to the Parker family was as crazy as can be. Ms. Parker had finally escaped the tight ropes of her messy divorce and was rushing around her amazingly decorated home to get things ready for her soon-to-be husband. Her previous wedding ring sat on the glistening countertops as a steak continued to cook on the metal stove. Drake (only six at the time) was sitting high up on a giant barstool with his tiny yet thin legs dangling in the air. His chin was rested on the smooth granite surface of the counters with his arms folded in front of him as he stared at the lonely ring with sad eyes. His brown hair was still sweeping over his sad, brown eyes and his dark red long sleeve shirt with a glistening electric guitar in the middle ruffled as he shifted in his spot a bit.
"Drake! Help me set the table honey," his mother asked with a few breaths interjecting her sentence to show how exhausted she was. Drake only nodded his head with a depressed sigh leaving his small mouth as he hopped down from the stool looking as cool as ever. He even kept that chill persona back then. He aided his mom in every way possible until there was a loud knock at the door. "They're here!" Ms. Parker grinned excitedly before speeding over to the door; checking her bright brown hair in the mirror as well as her make up as she did so. She opened the oak wood door with a bright smile as she came face to face with the man she met on the destined Valentine's day in the midst of her divorce battle. He had a pudgy look to his face which made him look somewhat cheery and his hair was neatly combed to the side.
"Hello beautiful," he greeted with a charming smile as he placed a kiss upon Ms. Parker's supple lips making Drake cringe in disgust. "I hope you don't mind…I brought someone along to keep your son company," the well dressed man beamed before stepping to the side in order to reveal the 'company'. It was a small chubby boy with ink black hair that seemed well taken care of and his shiny green eyes were beaming as he hobbled up into the house with a sweet little grin. "I'd like you guys to meet my source of pride and joy…Josh Nichols."
"Nice to meet you Ms…I got you these," the small boy beamed while holding up flowers (Lilacs to be exact).
"Oh, how thoughtful of you Josh," she spoke kindly before bringing the gorgeous bouquet up to her nose. "They smell amazing."
Drake rolled his eyes at the pudgy boy before turning on his heel to go back to his room or cozy loft upstairs. "Drake? Aren't you going to say 'hi' to your new step-brother?" his mom spoke with a tone bordering on deadly; her eyes glaring at him.
"Hmph…I only have one thing to say to you. Don't bug me…don't bug me and don't even think about being 'friends' with me. You're not my 'brother' and you," he paused real quick to point a thin finger at Mr. Nichols who seemed a bit shocked as he looked straight back at Drake's narrowed eyes, "will never be my dad."
"Drake Parker!" his mother gasped with her eyes filling up with shocked rage. With that, Drake turned his back to them coldly before walking off to his loft upstairs that had pictures of various rock stars plastered on the walls that Drake idolized. Josh made several attempts to try and win the affection of his new bro, but to no avail. Drake kept giving him the cold shoulder for months on end…no matter what Josh did or said.
That is until summer break came around…that was when they all went to a ball game in the Yankee stadium. It was a dream come true for Drake considering he's always wanted to go here with his birthfather and Mr. Nichols knew it so why not? It was Drake's dream to catch a foul ball. That and playing a solo concert at Times Square on New Years Eve.
However in the end, Josh was the one who wound up catching the ball by complete accident while playing his gameboy out of boredom as it landed perfectly in his lap leaving Drake's mouth wide open in shock. It was almost torture for Drake as he watched the confused game nerd stare up at the jumbo sized screens all around the stadium with his surprised face gleaming from every one of them. That's when Drake knew for sure…he despised his step-brother even more. He intentionally made Josh feel like garbage every chance he got by either tripping him as they walked on opposite sides of the hall or putting hot sauce in his chocolate pudding cups at lunch. Until finally during a walk home from the bus stop one October afternoon, it all changed.
The rambunctious children fled from the bus stop with their backpacks bouncing behind them as they did so. The cool winds rushed down the suburban streets of New York leaving brisk, fresh feeling in the fall air. Drake and Josh were walking alongside a long, winding street that led to their peaceful neighborhood. Drake had his eyes narrowed forward letting the awkward tension hang between them as they kept walking in silence. That is until Josh finally had enough of it. "That's it. Why do you hate me?" he spoke suddenly with a tone of anger in his tiny voice causing Drake to stop in his tracks and look around slowly in confusion.
"What?"
"I said…Why do you hate me?" Josh repeated with his eyes filled with pity as he stood there awaiting an answer. Drake pursed his lips together as his chocolate brown hair swayed in front of his shining eyes that seemed to be darting all around in search for something…like an answer.
"I just do," was all he came up with before turning back around to continue his trek home.
"Why though? You have to have a reason," the chubby, pale boy whispered sadly while clicking the heels of his small, blue Adidas shoes together. His backpack was covered with stickers resembling video game characters and Drake couldn't help staring at them with wide eyes.
"I just don't want you or your dad pushing into my family…My dad is gonna come back and when he does, you and your dad are gonna be gone! End of story!" Drake huffed with his eyes glaring Josh down as if he was a hideous animal in the zoo.
"I get it," Josh began to laugh; changing his demeanor immediately.
"What do you mean?"
"You miss your dad huh?"
"Yeah…what's it to you?" Drake snapped in defense.
"I miss my mom too…but you know what Drake?"
"What? Ugh! What is it!?"
"I still gave your mom and you a chance…I did that so I can have a family again. It isn't easy for me to trust girls you know? I get kind of secure and put up my walls around them so I won't get hurt…long story. But guess what? I gave your mom a chance so that can I see my dad happy again," Josh sighed with a subtle, calm grin coming onto his peaceful face. "You should do the same…and if it makes you feel any better you can have that baseball I caught."
"What!? Are you insane!? Baseball rocks! It's not every day you catch a foul ball in the stands Josh!" Drake gasped in utter disbelief as he hears his stepbrother say these horrid things. Josh only shook his small head as they turned into their neighborhood street while a car slowly drove past them.
"No it's cool. I know how much catching it meant to you anyways…besides, I prefer video games over sports games," Josh spoke with a humorous chuckle while showing Drake his collection of video games buried in his backpack ranging from Nintendo 64 to Playstation…
"You mean you'd rather sit around and play these dorky games in the dark instead of going outside? Why would you do that?" Drake asked bewildered as he looked through all of these nostalgic entertainment games.
"Cause I hate being outside…isn't it obvious?" Josh laughed causing Drake to smile just a bit…that's when their unforgettable chain of memories and close moments began. Just from a simple baseball. A stupid little ball game gave Drake the best brother/best friend he could ask for and it was all because he gave Josh a chance.
Drake felt his cold fingers tremble in a twitching state as he looked Josh straight in his bright green eyes and smiled brightly at him. "Josh…I know. Giving others a chance makes all the difference huh?" Drake whispered with his throat letting out shaky breaths mixed with sobs as Josh nodded with a content smile.
"It always does brotha'! Now go…go team up Drake. Go live for me! I know how stupid you get sometimes, but I guess that's what I love about you," Josh gave out a chuckle of amusement causing Drake to scowl at him with curved smile.
"Very funny Nichols…remember what you said Josh. You said we would see each other again right? No good-byes right?" Drake lit up with hope as he spoke these words and watched his brother nod in response and the moon seemed to add a gleam to Josh's shining form.
"I'll be waiting right here for you Drake…count on that, but give them a chance. Just like you did with me and my dad. Give them a chance bro," Josh gave off a serene beam of a smile before fading off into the depths of the darkness surrounding Drake's body. Drake almost felt his heart break as he thought back until he was reliving those insane memories with his brother again. Drake missed him…he missed him so bad.
"Hug me brotha."
Drake heard his brother's voice echo in his mind as he looked down at Jake, Hayley and Andre one last time. "Josh…we can hug until we both crush our lungs. Bet on it…" he spoke with a half-smirk on his thin face before taking off down the vast plains.
"I still gave your mom and you a chance…I did that so I can have a family again. So that I see my dad happy again," Josh sighed with a subtle, calm grin coming onto his peaceful face. "You should do the same…"
9 Students Remaining
Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 9:36 P.M. (Farmhouse; Deserted Island)
The inside of the farmhouse was peaceful without a sound drifting throughout it except the occasional howling of a poor dog off in some faraway location on the island and an annoying bird singing somewhere outside in the streets. The coffee table in the living room gleamed due to its glass table top from the single candle that was lit in the middle of it; casting off a sweet cherry scent. A clean, metal sickle was lying at the edge of it letting the blade shine gloriously. Next to it was Josh's Colt Anaconda Revolver as well as her (Trina's) pesky taser and Kirby's magnum. Her bags were huddled together by the barricaded front door; the windows still covered with pieces of torn tablecloth.
It was incredible that this place has been found nearly three times. Lucy had stepped up the carpeted stairs letting her leather high-heeled boots dig into the fabric each time and maneuvered her way into the master bedroom of the house. It seemed to belong to an average married couple considering the wedding pictures loitered about the mahogany dresser. The moon light seeped in through the blank white blinds covering the windows and made the couple's faces shine in response.
There were also a few rooms just down the hall…probably belonging to the rest of the family (sons or daughters or whoever else), but Lucy was perfectly fine with this one. She stepped slowly into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and turned the steaming hot water on in the shower. She heard the calming sound of it hitting the shower floors and couldn't help but grin at the sound. "Finally…a starlet finally gets the special treatment she deserves."
With that, Lucy carefully took off her shoes letting a relieved sigh leave her throat as her sore feet escaped the leather footwear. She placed them neatly by the dark blue bathroom door that was slightly creaked open and began to remove her denim shorts next. They smoothly slid off of her well toned legs and she kicked them off into a pile by the toilet along with her black laced panties. She then removed her tank top and matching bra letting her naked form stand there gloriously on the green tile floors. "So much better," she giggled while placing her finger upon her soft red lips; examining herself in the bathroom mirror.
Her cream colored feet stepped into the inviting shower making her let out a shaky breath in response as if she were turned on by it in a sense and soon let a seductive smile sweep across her face. She then let the soothing streams envelope her completely until she began to rub herself down with a strawberry scented body soap she found at the edge of the tub (possibly belonging to the wife who lived here). She then began to work on her hair vigorously as the water rolled off of her goddess like body.
Her skin glowed after she stepped out of the shower; steam floating throughout the air as she wrapped her soaking wet red and black hair up in a soft pink towel that was underneath the sink. She then treated herself to putting on a nice, comfortable pink bathrobe that was hanging up on the door…what a life. After she let out a sweet little sigh of pleasure, she exited the bathroom leaving a floating mist of warm steam trailing from within the bathroom along with the scent of soap and other toiletries.
"Oh Josh…you had to go huh? Such a shame. So pretty…you were so pretty Josh. So nice and sweet…but Lucy knows. She knows all about you and those other boys," Lucy whispered softly while crossing her creamy legs as she sat down on the queen sized bed; the soft red comforter ruffling in response. She thought about all of her male classmates. She thought about all twenty-one of them with a seductive smile coming onto her pretty face. "You all take…first the trust. Oh yes…Lucy knows all of you pretty boys. All the same. You all hurt little Lucy…you all take and lie to her," she began to turn her whisper into a sexy growl as she licked her supple lips like a hungry tiger. She leaned back until her back was supported by the plethora of huge, crimson pillows around her.
"I'm being serious…they're so sad, but so caring at the same time. Like there's a piece of you that no one has seen before…like a lost little girl waiting to be found."
Lucy heard Josh's caring voice echo throughout her mind as she began to smile lovingly at the sound. Her smile resembled the one she would have whenever she was little and her dad would enter the room. Her eyes sparkled with innocence as she began to feel joy coursing through her veins. "Josh? J-Josh…just like daddy."
Her voice turned so small like a little girl's as she felt her hands begin to unravel the plush pink rope holding her bathrobe up. She slowly opened it up revealing her entire front side even though her face still held that child like smile. Her breasts shined from the moonlight flooding in through the windows and the remaining beads of water reflected it perfectly. "Love conquers all…that's what the new daddy always said. The new daddy says touching makes it better. H-He said touching makes everything better."
Lucy thought back to her abusive father the married her widowed mother when she was only eight. The one man that used Lucy for his sexual needs. The one that mentally destroyed the poor girl, turning her into the mentally deranged young woman she is today. She slipped her moist finger index finger all the way down her stomach until she finally reached her womanhood. She lightly brushed over her sensitive spot causing her to gasp in pleasure. "Daddy's love…it always makes everything better."
"You know something Lucy? I don't think you're as bad as people say…I think it's because when I look at you. You're eyes are just so cold…almost empty."
Josh's serene voice of comfort drifted through the confused girl's clogged mind as she began to slide her finger into herself letting a few gasps and excited moans slip from her drooling mouth. Her bare toes curled in response and her back arched as she began to pump her finger in and out in perfect rhythm making her eyes shine with joyous tears. "Josh! Oh! Daddy's Love! Y-Yes! L-Lucy can feel it! She can feel the love! Yes! Give me it! Give me all of the love! Give me it ALL!" she screamed as she quickened her pace making her gasps turn into overwhelming shrieks of unrestrained pleasure.
"You know? Really bad people…they can never look like that. Their eyes? Never like yours. So I know you can't be as bad as everyone makes you seem…I think you're just lost. Like I said before. And sometimes Lucy, lost people tend to act out-you know? They do bad things because it gives them a rush…a rush that fills that void of being alone."
"So much! So much love for little Lucy! So much of it! Makes me feel all better!" she screamed once more until she finally felt herself give out and her entire body shook and trembled from the aftermath. Her breaths slowed down as she smiled wide while her mascara began to run down her cheeks due to the shower water as well as her own fresh tears. "Daddy's girl…f-for real?" she whispered before lifting herself back up with her eyes slowly returning to their cold, empty state. "No…No…they all take. First the trust. No more love. It always hurts remember? Always. No more love."
She felt her mind block out her damaging past making her cringe in response. The part of her mind that always led to her absurd actions such as this one always came up whenever she let her mind slip back into her murky childhood. "No more…we know them now don't we?" she cooed before taking the damp towel wrapped around her head off with a blank look upon her face. "They all lie…but Lucy knows the truth…she knows them…knows all of them."
She grinned evilly while thinking about her remaining boy classmates (Beck, Zander and Drake). "Lucy Stone will take it all. She'll take everything. She'll win and be victorious!" Her evil embodiment took over completely once again, sending the confused and emotionally scarred young Lucy back into the depths of her mind. It was as if she were the Hulk in a sense. Each side was completely different from the other yet each was formed all thanks to one set of dark events. However, Lucy was set on winning…she was set on finally being the one to take from others for a change. First of all...she had to take the trust for it all to work.
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Monday: June 3rd, 2010 – 10:12 P.M. (Barnyard; Deserted Island)
Zander had been using that birdcall for hours on end until he finally heard another similar one return the favor just faintly a mile or two away. Kacey was sitting against the barn wall; picking the chips of red paint with her hot pink finger nail. Man was she bored.
The night sky was almost as black as the road they were residing next to with the huge bright moon illuminating the entire scene like a bright spotlight. The farmhouse was standing proudly down the road and little did they know Lucy was right inside. They came across not only True's body, but Felix's as well on the way here…They knew Felix was a jerk, but it still didn't feel right to be happy that he died. None of it felt right.
"Okay…that should do the trick," Zander sighed with a look of determination on his pale face as he staggered up onto his two feet. Kacey snapped her face over in his direction as if she was saying 'FINALLY!' but she decided against it considering how rude that would sound and simply said…
"What now then?" her eyes looked beautiful under the pale rays of light as she waltzed over to her shy friend with a look of cheeriness on her face. Her arms were folded over her chest making her charm bracelet jingle a bit as she did so. Zander only gave her a tired, worn smile letting his dark eyes gleam with positivity.
"Nowhere Kace…Katniss specifically said to stay put. I know it's risky being out here in the open but I trust she knows what she's doing," Zander softly spoke with a kind tone verging on exhausted as he sank back against the worn out wall of the barn letting his legs relax and stretch out. Kacey only gave him a big warm grin letting her perfect, white teeth shine like the moon. Her dark black hair softly danced around her shoulders as she collapsed right next to him while examining her worn out Pink TOMS that were still snuggly fit on her feet.
"So…we just wait here then," she sighed with a flirtatious tone in her sweet voice making Zander begin to fluster in response.
"Uh…y-yeah. Guess so," he babbled like a fool with his cheeks beginning to burn in humiliation making his pale skin turn a shade of cherry red. His lanky broom stick was propped up against the barn wall as well letting its thin shadow sink into the depths of the barn as Kacey slowly moved her hand over to Zander's making him jump at her soft touch. He quickly yanked his hand away with a look of awkwardness on his face making Kacey widen her eyes out of shock until she let out a few good giggles.
"It's okay Zander. It's not like I have cooties or anything…we're not in kindergarten anymore okay?" she laughed in amusement while trying to grasp his strong hand once more only making him do the exact same thing again.
"K-Kacey. What are you…" Zander felt flushed as his cheeks grew warmer making Kacey only smile out of how adorable he was being.
"Look at you blushing. I know you like me…it's okay Zander. I've known for a while now."
"Huh?" he shakily gasped with wide eyes as Kacey covered her mouth in order to stop all of that profuse laughing so that she could keep all the unwanted attention away.
"You like me right? Remember? This is what you snuck into my locker freshman year?" she spoke with her tan finger tapping the charm bracelet dangling from her smooth, creamy wrist. Zander only gawked at it with his dark brown eyes glazed with utter confusion until he finally understood what she meant.
"Oh! N-No, no, no…Kacey I…I got you that as a symbol for our friendship. I didn't want to give it to you in class for the same reason you're thinking of," he explained dearly yet he seemed to be sputtering the entire thing as well. "You know how people are when it comes to rumors and all that."
"Wait…you mean…" Kacey looked down at the bracelet before letting out an exasperated sigh, "You never really liked me?"
"Well…I-I like you, but as a friend," Zander blabbed with a look of embarrassment on his nervous face as his mouth trembled anxiously. Zander always was the guy who lost his cool whenever he talked to a girl…he may seem like he was tough and knew it all, but he really was just a big softie without a clue in the world.
"As a friend…wow. I'm such an idiot," Kacey mumbled to herself with her lips pursed in annoyance as she brought her hands back to her lap. Kacey you idiot! Of course he isn't into you like that! Why would he be?! He's not the kind of guy to be all into the cheerleading queen of Garside! GAH! Now you made him all uncomfortable…great.
Kacey stayed within her thoughts as she harshly scolded herself with a few grunts of irritation leaving her lips making Zander feel as if they were meant for him. Immediately, Kacey began apologizing incredulously which only added to Zander's humiliation. "No…K-Kace it's uh…It's okay, really. It's fine…just an honest mistake is all it was," he grinned nervously while his words came out in shaky laughs. Kacey looked over at him with a look of shame before lightening up like a light bulb. Her caramel skin glowed right before Zander's eyes as she flicked her hair behind her shoulder just like she always would with a shining smile on her face.
"So we're cool then? Sorry for putting you on the spot like that…man, I'm such a moron sometimes. I just thought…I mean why else would you want to find me? I mean it's not like I can really help you out in a fight or anything, so why else would you look for me?" Kacey sighed before locking her mocha brown eyes onto Zander awaiting an answer.
"Uh…It's just…I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm not playing this game you know? I-I uh…I just thought that maybe-I don't know…finding others could help strengthen things. You know? Safety in numbers or something like that," he chuckled awkwardly while scratching his head of jet black curls that seemed to ruffle underneath his fingertips.
"I guess, but still? How do you know I'm not secretly playing or something? Like I do have a gun for God sake Zander. I could be waiting for you to lower your guard and them, BAM! Y'know," she brought up with her voice tinged with attitude making Zander grin at her in amusement.
"I know you wouldn't Kace, cause I trust you. Remember this afternoon? You could have shot me back there when Kendall found you, but you didn't. You care so much for us that you couldn't bring yourself to do it even if he was playing. I-I just know you wouldn't," he answered with his lips quivering from some bizarre reason. Kacey only narrowed her eyes suspiciously at this and bit the inside of her cheek.
"Zander Robbins…you definitely aren't tellin' me somethin'. Out with it," Kacey scolded making Zander cower in fear. Kacey always was the queen of attitude in their class, but strangely she had a weak spot when it came to her friends…
"Kacey I…you're," Zander drew in a deep breath in order to recompose himself before letting a calm grin make its way onto his face. "You're one of my closest friends…that's why. That's why I had to find you. You may not have realized it but you were the first friend I made at our school besides Stevie, but I've known her since the elementary school days,"
"Really? Wow…" Kacey whispered in awe in response to her close friend's touching answer. "Zander? Are you serious? You risked everything just to find me? Are you insane?"
"Good question, but no…I'm just a good friend is all," he let out a good natured laugh making Kacey smile brightly at him. That is until a sound startled them and brought them from their state of joy. It seemed to be a few leaves rustling from within the depths of the damp forest just across the street. Someone was coming…
"Get behind me!" Zander hissed seriously making Kacey suddenly seek safety behind the strong boy's body. They both squinted into the darkness inside the woods until they finally made out a figure…a figure holding a gleaming weapon with a set of heaving breaths leaving their lips. "Wh-Who is that?"
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Hmmm, I'm sorry if the whole Lucy scene felt random but I wrote it just to give you guys a sense of how mentally damaged Lucy really is...anyways! What did you all think and sorry for the long update :P Reviews are greatly appreciated!