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Topic Started: Aug 5 2008, 11:11 PM (2,063 Views)
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*Clink clink clink clink*

The bullets landed upon a fallen tree as Will shook them from the gun. He was in the midst of the jungle, heading for what he hoped was the Northern Coast, and stopped to reload his most valuable asset - the 357 magnum. Once they were securely inside the gun, Will closed the cylinder and spun it once over.

"Fuck, i'm going to need more firepower. Hopefully no one runs into a flamethrower or RPG anytime soon, shit."

Will looked around the jungle. It was early morning, it was wet, and he hadn't slept for hours. He had been sleeping in short amounts through the day, and it was hard to keep up. But neccessary. Will had taken on that habit for an unknown reason when he was about 13. Perhaps it was the reoccuring nightmares.

No, no time to think about the past. Now was what mattered.

Will felt a cool breeze and realized he was close to the Northern Coast. Hopefully his head wouldn't explode as he walked there, as strange as that sounds. Nothing had really alerted him that it wasn't a dangerzone, so he was taking quite a chance coming here. His heart pounded as he awaited the telltale beeping of his collar.

"Now that's one messed-up chick! Shame she had a fucking ALIEN inside of her..."

"AAAUGHH!"

Will nearly shit himself as the voice of Wade Wilson seemed to have snuck up behind him and grabbed him by the collar. Awkwardly he stumbled over and onto the ground. Wade was standing barely meters from where he'd entered. And it wasn't the sudden, suprising effect of Wade speaking from practically beside him, it was the fact that it was WADE MOTHERFUCKING WILSON. Will listened to the announcements well, and knew that in the span of, well... yesterday, he had killed six people. SIX. Five of them were at practically the same time even! What was it Danya said? That he'd gone crazy? Yeah, that would make sense. Speaking of Aliens... maybe Wade was actually crazy, not downright sadistic like Blood Boy or Gabriel or that... thing he found in the Showers, that he shot almost clean in half. Freak.

The ground was hard, and uncomfortable, but Will wasn't getting up until he was sure Wade wasn't going to rip him to shreads. Perhaps he could simply talk his way out of this. The gun was still in his back pocket, and all he had was the large knife, which he wasn't being hasty to bring out.

"Wade... uhh... you startled me. How's it... err... how's it going man? It's me, Will!"
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Will was astonished that Wade hadn't already raped him to death with his own head.

In fact, he was asking for Will's help! He killed 6 people and didn't know what the fuck was going on! Perfect, just fucking perfect! What's more, he appeared to have ran out of his medication, meaning he was completely delirious when he killed those people, and if he saw Will now as a real person, that meant he wasn't going to kill him, and that Wade might actually help Will survive this hell-hole... Provided he could lead Wade to leave him alone until his ticket off the island was assured.

Wait now... That wasn't right, he was sick, who the fuck was he to take advantage of Wade? Will was trying to get out of here, to survive, not to kill everyone else; only if they got in his way. Of course, by the end, Wade woulde be in his way. He was just doing what he had to do to survive. That would include putting Wade out of his insane misery later in the game.

For now, I consider you a friend, Wade.

With a sigh, Will got to his feet, and rested his hand away from the grip of the magnum, still hidden in his back pocket. He had to admit, he was still a bit anxious considering Wade's mental state, but Will's instinct told him that the boy in front of him would be alright, for now.

Will looked around. Nobody else was walking about the Northern Coast. Good.

"I've been trying to help people this entire game, and I realize now, that i'm just not cut out for helping people. I saw both of my parents murdered before my eyes, my mother was defiled right in front of me, and I was fucking twelve years old... I wasn't ever good at helping people, nevermind saving them. I couldn't save my parents and I haven't ever really tried to save anyone else since then. I'm not about to start now."

He paused, looking out to the ocean. It glistened and rippled, not unlike the sea back home.

"So many have died on this island as I stood by. Yeah, I could have done something, but I didn't. I am not that 'savior' that everyone is waiting for on this island. Leave that to somebody like Adam Dodd or Neil Sinclair, or whoever the fuck is going to try save us all this time around. Not me."

Not. Me.

"Wade, I can't save you."

He extended his hand.

"But I will help you."
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Will nodded, and begun to turn around to leave. He thought he heard someone walk by, but he wasn't entirely sure. Then - More footsteps. Not Wade's. His hand flew behind him and he pulled out the large .357 Revolver.

Will's eyes darted from left to right. There was someone around here, he knew it. The rain caused the barrel of the gun to glisten, and it felt cold as Will pulled back the hammer. Anyone stupid enough to come by was getting a bullet in the head.

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Eicca Heitela had wandered for a good hour or so from the quarry before arriving here. He was still reeling from the effects of the vodka, and hitting his head on the rocks, and wandered through the jungle looking for shelter, but finding none.

As he saw the Northern Coast ahead, with no discernable cover, he was about to turn back, but some the sound of people ahead begged him to press on. After a few yards, Eicca burst from the brush out onto the clear, open coast. Two figures stood to his left, one was walking towards him. Eicca's eyes caught the silver glint of a gun's barrel.

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And here he comes now...

Will placed the gun once more, behind him, and put the safety back on; ahead, his friend Eicca emerged from the shadows. Well, he wouldn't go so far as to consider him a friend, but they knew each other well enough. Will had a few classes with him.

Southridge... it all seemed to far away to him now. The stress of schoolwork, the time he shared with his friends... A distant memory, some other life, not his. Will had thought that the game wouldn't change him, that he could just try to take it in stride... that wasn't the way it worked. Each time someone you knew died, you changed a bit more. He should've known that, considering what he'd been through. Will looked at Eicca with a slight smirk on his face.

"Eicca, man, you okay?"

"Yeah, Will, I got hit in the head, but i'll be fine."

"Nobody fucks with vikings, yeah?"

"Haha... yeah..."

They exchanged a friendly conversation, but the of distrust seemed to hang in the air. Eicca spoke once more, pointing towards Wade.

"So who's your friend?"

"You know Wade Wilson, don't you?"

At this, Eicca's eyes widened. He heard the announcements, Wade Wilson was one of the top killers on the island, apparantly a complete psychopath. What was Will doing hanging around him? What was Eicca still doing here when Wade was only a few yards away? Eicca raised his voice, more than enough that Wade would be able to hear him.

"Will, what are you doing near that guy! Haven't you listened to the announcements?! Wade Wilson is a-"

Neither Will nor Wade needed to hear what was coming out of this man's mouth. Will had already been prepared to kill Eicca, he just needed to see what he was up against first. So far as he could tell, Eicca had no weapon on him right now. Viciously Will struck Eicca as hard as he could in the throat, crushing his windpipe. The taller boy stumbled back, coughing and choking, gasping for air. Will stood there, watching him as he collapsed to his knees.

Oh sorry, were you trying to say something?

Will took a step back, and pulled out the revolver. His hands clutched the grip of the large weapon, dripping in the frigid rain. He felt cold steel of the trigger against his finger. The rain drowned out Eicca's gasps for air. He didn't even have the chance to plea for his life.

A thunderous, booming shot rang out, as blood and brain matter were blown across the sand, Eicca's head almost completely blown apart.

Each time someone near him died, he changed a bit more. Will had lost more of who he was. A piece of him would die with them each time. Will didn't expect to ever truly survive this competition, even if he did win it. He'd never be the same. Such an eventuality was unavoidable. No one ever really survived SOTF. To be the Fittest, soullessness seemed to be a requirement.

Will strode away from Eicca's awkwardly lying body, and towards Wade, a short distance away.

"The guy... he was crazy. Eicca Hietela... He kept calling you and I killers, players. Said he was going to kill us both.... I couldn't just let him go ahead and do it, could I?"

Will was lying through his teeth, of course. How else could he justify killing another human being in cold blood to defend a schitzophrenic mass-murderer, who seemed to not even know how many he had actually killed?

Oh, how he missed Southridge.

B69 - Eicca Hietala - DECEASED
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Will had barely finished his little "explaination" which Will wouldn't have dared say to anyone else unless were it anyone other than a batshit insane schtizophrenic. In all honesty he didn't expect Wade to be gullible, but what the hell else was he supposted to say? The guy was as unstable as it was, telling him he'd just allied himself with a cold-blooded killer, though less prolific than he was, probably wasn't a good idea. Though lying to him wasn't quite too appetizing either, it was the lesser of the two evils in Will's eyes. Of course, when dealing with someone like Wade, you could never entirely predict his behavior.

The island was much the same. Seemingly out of nowhere, yet another crazed individual came from the shadows. He was yelling... something... deranged.

"OHAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY WILL! What's up buddy?!! How's life treating you?!!"

Will put the gun away.

"I couldn't help but to notice you KILLING SOMEONE in cold blood, who did nothing wrong to yoooouuu! Oh you naughty boy! I should give you a spanking!"

Will reached towards the short-sword's handle.

"Let's go party motherfucker!!!"

It erupted from the sheath was now in Will's hand. He was ready to join the party. Thinking quickly, he dove to the left, dodging the crazy's dive. Will was careful not to dive on the sword, though. That would be an emberassing way to die.

The rain seemed to intensify, if only for a moment. That, or the shock of being dove at by someone who had clearly was completely insane. It was one thing to speak with them - to be on the recieving end of their mad assaults was another.

Will got back to his feet, the boy was still scrambling, as far as he could tell. In any other situation Will would have shot him by this point, but considering that the gun he carried now was, at the best of times, quite difficult to control. Now, in the heat of the moment, Will hadn't thought to bring it out once more. Besides, he lacked any 'practice' with the sharp shortsword, perhaps it was time to see how well it preformed.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline, perhaps it was the dampness, but instead of bringing the sword to bear, Will only seemed to throw it, blade first, at the boy who had attacked him. In fact, he had thrown it quite hard. Unless it managed to stick him, he would now HAVE to get out the gun. Perfect. Will's wrist hurt enough already.

A few gunshots rang out, and Will ducked, rolled, and whipped out the revolver. It seemed that this crazy had a few tricks up his sleeve. In the span of a few seconds, Will had already started returning fire, walking towards his assailant as he did so. Everything was a blur, a chaotic flurry of violence. The world had stood still for this fight. Survival was all that mattered. Will displayed look of pure vicious anger as he emptied the remaining five shots in his attacker's direction.

"DIE!! JUST DIE YOU CRAZY FUCK!!"
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"Fuck!"

Will winced as the Main-Gauche, the weapon that he had mistakenly fallen into Clive's hands, grazed his thumb and cut it open. Blood dripped down onto the ground. He still held the revolver, and had plenty of ammunition. The one speedloader he had managed to load on his way through the jungle (He had broken one of them, and only had two more rings left) was in his left hand. He pulled it from the back pocket of his jeans, careful to not let on what he was about to do.

Will took several steps back, then dug his left foot into the ground. The soft, wet sand sunk beneath his feet. Suddenly his foot burst from the ground in an explosion of sand and weeds, hopefully distracting Clive long enough to load the revolver. Careful not to let his gaze away from Clive, he emptied the bullets from the revolver and slammed in the new rounds. Will's head was swimming, and his ears were ringing.

The noise of a revolver's cylinders spinning is my new favorite sound. Right up there with leaves blowing in the wind, and children laughing. This prick seriously needs to die. Soon.

Will now brought the weapon to bear at Clive, pausing for a moment. He called him Smith, then a murderous faux-idealist, then gave him a Gabriel-esque speech on how people should embrace the opportunity to murder. Oh dear. If anything Will only would need to make excuses to his allies, people he intended to use, not tot himself.

He just killed Eicca for no reason other than that he was there. The only reason he made the excuse to kill him was, well... he didn't want to lose Wade, as he was essentially the closest thing Will had to a friend on this island. Maybe Will did hold some degree of compassion... Probably why he spared Wade and Stephanie despite his clear opportunities to kill them both. Though the more the game progressed, the more that seemed less and less likely to Will. He lacked what most would call a 'soul' by this point. It faded away when he was forced to end Christian's life.

Clive still carried on. For some reason he thanked Wade for shooting him, then continued his personal attacks which made little sense to Will. He raised his eyebrows and interrupted Clive.

"You... crazy... whoever the fuck you are, just shut up!"

As he did this, Clive kept on yelling and started thrashing at him with the Main-Gauche. Will sidestepped around Clive, behind him, and brought the bottom of the heavy gun down upon head with all the force he could muster.
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Will's mouth hung open as Wade burst into crazy-mode once more and started chasing off.... nothing? Wade was muttering something about... a little man?

"Wade, I didn't see anyth-"

"Tell me you just saw the fucking MSN MESSENGER man JUMP OUT OF HIS HEAD AND FLIP ME OFF!"


Aghast, Will could only stare at Wade as he ran off chasing what he saw to be the MSN Messenger Man, screaming. Will seemed to just stand there, contemplating the reality of the situation. Keeping Wade around probably wasn't a good idea, but as long as he didn't start gnawing on Will's arm it was all well and good. Still, it may be a good idea to put Wade down the next time he sees him.

Put him down? Is he a dog now, Vilhjalmur?

Will looked on. The bodies of Eicca and the other one lay on the beach. Eicca's brains were brilliantly splattered all over the sand. The other lay in front of him, blood colouring the sand around his head. Wait...

Well it's happening
Never planned on this
You've got something I need
Kind of dangerous
And I'm losing control
I'm not used to this
What you want from me
I'm not used to this


He had seen this before. The other... he knew who it was... didn't he?

"...Fađir!"

I can't shut it off
this thing I've begun
and it's hard to tell


Eicca was gone. Where did he go? Who lay there now...?

"Móđir?"

Just where it's coming from
And it's hard to see


"No! It isn't possible, i'm... seeing shit! You're just two guys who... you just got in my way... You both... just got in my way!"

Will wasn't even aware he was screaming. Painful memories... repressed ones... flooded back to him.. but he saw Eicca, too. And that other one... they were there, back home, dead, with his parents. He kept the memories back... thinking of Southridge... of Stephanie... anything...

What I'm capable of
And it's hard to believe
Just, what I've become


What had just happened? Their blood was everywhere... Will couldn't stop the bleeding, he couldn't help them, they wouldn't wake up! What did he do? He didn't know. That man... why did he hurt them? Why wouldn't they wake up?! What did he do to Mom?

"Oh God... Someone... please... SOMEONE HELP!! HELP ME!!"


"HELP ME!!"

Hey, can we stop
Me, I'm not


Will knelt over the body of the boy he had just killed. A chill ran through his body. His hands shook. Two people were dead by his hands, that fact seemed to finally sink in now. They were going to be missed, their families were never going to be the same. Will knew what it felt like to lose everything. Now he'd done this to someone else? What was wrong with him?

I can swallow it down
keep it all inside
I define myself
by how well I hide
I feel it coming apart
well, at least I tried


What right did he have to put people through that type of misery? Why was it neccessary? Survival? Hah. It was pure luck that he made it this far.

"No... no...no..."

I can win this war
by knowing not to fight
if I take it all back
someway, somehow
if I knew back then
what I know right now


Will couldn't fight to win. Every time he killed he lost more of himself, and how many more would have to die by his hands so that he could survive, and for what? No one recovers from this, the previous winners are proof. Will didn't deserve to win.

Hey... can we stop?

But didn't he? It wasn't like he didn't deserve to leave this island less than anyone else... Will wanted to live, he wanted to do things with his life, as fucked up as it is.

Hey... can we stop?

He stared at the body in front of him.

"As... as crazy as this is to say it... I can't stop killing. After everything i've been through, I really... I don't want to die. I'm sorry that you're dead, I really am; and i'm sorry your family will have to live their lives without you, but... I need to survive."

Me, I'm not.

Will stood up, brushing the sand off his pants. His daypack lay nearby, and he picked it off the ground. The whole ordeal at the coast left him feeling exhausted. He hadn't slept in hours. Will began to leave the Northern Coast, taking back his dagger and sheathing it before he left.

As bad as he felt for these people's families, he did feel a certain degree of... satisfaction now that they were dead. The killings made him feel a little euphoric, perhaps a little bit giddy.

"Hah... I guess I like the feeling of killing people..."

((Will continued elsewhere))
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