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Extinguishing the Light of the Future; B008 - Peter McCue: Start
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 06:52 PM (3,653 Views)
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(G048- Kaitlin Anderheim- Start)

Kaitlin's head hurt. It was the first thing she noticed, and it was woke her up. Then, with a surprisingly quick pace, she realized where she was. On the island. She remembered everything, it flashing through her head. The teachers trying to escape, being gunned down. The man, his cool but joyful tone as he explained that they'd have to murder each other. The video- that horrible video. The boy- Rizzolo, she thought his name was- killing that girl. She reached up, and she felt the cold metal of the collars that both of the people in the video wore.

Kaitlin screamed.

She had never seen the show before, her mom would have killer her if she had. But she had heard whispers about it in the school. It was awful- people- kids- forced to kill each other. But... that boy, that boy on the video. He had been forced to too, surely, but... he looked like he had enjoyed himself. Could there be someone like that in her school? Someone who would attack her like that?

There couldn't be! She couldn't think that... sure, she didn't know the people who went to her school that well, but they seemed... they seemed like good people. No one would hurt her, she'd be fine. She... she couldn't die. Nobody would hurt her. No one would hurt. They couldn't... they couldn't!

Are you so sure, Kaitlin? What about the kids who sneak off to do drugs? What about the kids who have been mean to other people, the ones you've seen? What about people you wouldn't expect? How can you be so sure?

She couldn't think about this right now. It was bringing her down a bad train of thought, and she couldn't think like that. Even if some were bad... she'd, she'd find some good people. But what... wait... it was a show, wasn't it? People were watching... her father. She could talk to her father.

She stood up, and she gathered her thoughts. What should she say? What... what could she say? How could she express how she felt? Eventually, she simply decided to speak whatever came to her mind. She just had to hope that he was listening.

"Dad... Dad, if you're there, it's me, Kaitlin. Kaitlin Anderheim." What now? What should we say? "You- you left me and mom when I was only three years old." She wouldn't say anything what Mom had said... this was about her. Not her mother. Her mother had taken control of many things in her life, but if this might be her only chance to speak to her father, she would let her mother taken control of it.

"But you left me the teddy bear- you remember? Mr. Theodore Bear?" She looked behind her, looked frantically for her bag. She'd brought it with her, but what if- she saw it, lying on the ground. Quickly unzipping it, she was overjoyed to see that Theo was sitting there at the top, his marble eyes staring back up at her, a comforting smile on his face. She gave him a tight hug before lifting him up, lifting him to what she hoped was the camera here.

"I used to play with him all the time... tea parties at first, and then as I got older, more fairy tale stuff. He'd by my gallant knight, and I'd be the princess he had to save from the fierce dragon." She felt the emotion pouring into her voice, and the tears beginning to build up. But she couldn't cry now, not until she was done talking. "It was the best gift I ever got in my life- I love Theo."

"But I miss you, Dad- I miss you so much. I wish you could have been there for all those years." And now the words just began to pour out from Kaitlin, and she couldn't stop them. "I wish you were there when I had my first crush, or when I got my first A, and when I scraped my knee the first time I tried riding a bike. I wish you could have been there so I could talked with you, hugged you, laughed with you- I wish I could have seen you smile. I wish you were there all the times I needed a shoulder to cry on, and I wish you were here now, so you could hold me and protect me and tell me everything's gonna be alright."

"I... I love you so much, Daddy." This was the last thing that Kaitlin said, and then the tears began to pour.


Edited by GameMaker, Aug 8 2010, 09:10 PM.
All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire

V4:
J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person."
Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine."
Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room."
Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..."

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Kaitlin cried, and it felt like an eternity, but when she was done, she felt a strange sense of relief. It was one thing that was at least semi good about this game- a chance to finally get a message out to her father. She always tried to follow one of her mother's sayings, to find the silver lining of the darkest cloud. Her mother, of course, didn't exactly follow this saying- but then again, there were few she did follow. Unless of course, early to bed and early to rise meant a night of binge drinking followed by waking up at noon with a hangover an alcoholic frat boy would be ashamed to have.

"Hello. I... I'm Peter." She looked up, and saw a small, slight boy standing above her. She recognized him at once- Peter McCrue, the boy who was supposed to be a genius. He was a year younger than most of the seniors (and two years younger than the rest, like her), but he seemed very nice. And besides, he was kinda cute...

He spoke about she seemed scared, and he was right, she was terrified. He talked about how he didn't want to play, how he just wanted to go home, and Kaitlin watched a tear makes it slow journey down its face as he did. Her heart went out to him, as she realized a crucial part of the agony the other kids were feeling- she had no real friends on the island, no one who she had known very closely, who she really loved, but other people did. It must be a torture for them, not knowing what the friends were doing, whether they were in pain right now, wondering whether they were hurt and what they were doing. It was a feeling that was no stranger to Kaitlin- she had spent many nights awake in her dark room wondering about her father, not knowing if he was happy or sad, wondering if he thought about his daughter as much as she thought about him.

He wanted to be friends, and he wanted to leave the tunnel. He looked at her, and she guessed that he wanted to look something like a hero- but in the darkness of the tunnel, his face obscured by Kaitlin's tears, he just looked like a sad, tired boy. A boy who desperately wants to go home, and hasn't quite grasped that he has no idea how to. Kaitlin felt like she would cry again, and she did the only thing she thought would stop it.

She reached out to him, and pulled him close, and hugged him. There were no words passed in the embrace, but they weren't necessary. It was the simple gentle softness and warmth of another human being, the reassuring soothing feeling of another person that was buried deep in the human mind, underneath even the most basic savage urges. She didn't think of anything, not her arguments with her mother, not that terrible video they'd seen, not the sick philosophy of that monster Danya. She simply basked in the simple yet immense power of another's persons caring touch, and even her darkest thoughts withered in its wake.

"Peter, I'm Kaitlin Anderheim." she said, stepping back out of the hug with a smile on her face. "Thank you... thank you so much. For being so kind. And yes, lets be friends. You'll be my first friend in the school, actually." She grinned at this, and actually laughed a little. "Let's get out of here, and lets find some other good people. We'll find a way off this island, and we'll go home. We can stop at Carvel's on the way- ice cream sundaes on me."


Edited by GameMaker, Aug 12 2010, 11:30 PM.
All in the game, yo... All in the game.- Omar Little, The Wire

V4:
J.J. Sturn- "I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad person."
Mike Jeffries- "Don't worry, guys. Everything's going to be just fine."
Omar Burton- "I must say, I'm beginning to realize that I'm the only smart person in the room."
Kaitlin Anderheim- "I've never even talked to a guy before..."

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