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Topic Started: Aug 13 2010, 11:03 PM (2,028 Views)
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it was a graveyard smash
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Timothy Questiare was floating. He was floating between the boundary of sleep and awake. In one half of his mind, he was dreaming. And if you're dreaming, you must be asleep. He recalled dreaming about being on a bus and dreaming about the deaths of his teachers. He recalled being tied to a chair and forced to watch some strange video. It was a very weird dream, but one that filled him with a very strange sense of uneasiness. But... if he could recall what he was dreaming, then he must be awake. How could one be awake and asleep? Tim decided that he wasn't really asleep and forced himself to rise to attention and face the day. But upon opening his eyes, he was met with a lot of questions.

For starters, his memory felt very blurred. It often did after a good night's rest, but... he couldn't even remember going to sleep last night. What time was it? Why was he lying down in the darkness? And it wasn't just darkness. Wherever he was was cold and dusty. He could hear an echoing sound bounce off the walls of his mysterious location.

Tim sat up and searched for a lamp. He found nothing but cold walls and a cold floor. There was a voice at the back of his head that reminded him that those dreams were not just mere dreams, as much as he wished. And so, at that exact moment, Tim realized that this really was Survival of the Fittest. He really was a contestant, and it really wasn't just a radical dream. There would be no more college or video games or anything... Hell, he might not even see some of his friends again! But why had he awoken in such a dark location? Standing up, Tim felt around for something of distinction in this dark area.

He had only made it a few steps until he nearly tripped on something at his feet. It was bulky, yet soft. Tim knelt down and let his hands trail across the mysterious object. It appeared to be... a bag of some sort. After some more blind-searching, he located a zipper and pulled it down. Who knew what was in this bag? It could be some sort of body... Or, you know, the things that were supposed to be in there. Tim remembered the contents of this bag being explained back at that auditorium. And, if he remembered right, there should be a flashlight within the pack! While digging through the contents of his bag, he could have sworn that his hands brushed across something small and metallic. He ignored that for the moment and finally located the flashlight. Picking up the weighted light, he fiddled with the object for a moment before locating the switch. With a 'click' a light turned on, and the tunnel was illuminated.

In the artificial light that Tim was directing around the tunnel, he realized that there was a sleeping body ahead. At least, he hoped it was asleep. Zipping up his daypack and throwing it onto his shoulder, Tim approached the figure and knelt down beside it. He shook the body and stared at the face, trying to piece together who this was. He seemed vaguely familiar. "Hey.. Hey, wake up." That's when he realized that this was Colin Falcone, his new friend from the cafe. Thank goodness! Someone he knew and liked!

And so, Tim waited for his friend to wake up and face the same reality that he himself had faced just minutes prior.
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Tim sat on his knees and waited for Colin to come to his senses. His friend seemed groggy and half-awake as he rubbed at his eyes and looked around in a disoriented manner. It reminded Tim of himself just moments ago when he was trying to discern dreams from reality. And unlucky for him, there were no dreams; it was all reality.

Colin swatted at Tim's flashlight, and Tim immediately pulled it away and shined the beam of light in another direction. "Sorry about that," he apologized quickly. He should have known better than to shine a light directly into Colin's face. A few moments passed, and the boy finally seemed to become aware of Tim's presence. Tim wanted to smile and make casual conversation, but... he had other things on his mind, obviously. The stress of the game was causing a very frightening look to appear on Tim's face. His eyebrows were curved inward, and his mouth was pulled into a very straight, unamused line. "I.. I'm.. We're.." he stuttered to Colin, but he couldn't find the right things to say. They were contestants in Survival of the Fittest. What more to say? Colin would figure it out himself in just a few short moments.

And figure it out he did. Tim felt utterly helpless as he watched Colin react so strongly. "I.. I'm sorry.. We're definitely not camping." He was sure that nothing he could say could make Colin feel better. There just wasn't much to say! He could only listen and stare into the darkness, a very slight lining of tears appearing at the edges of his eyes. Tim never cried, but hearing Colin react like this... It sort of made him a bit emotional.

But he didn't want to cry. Upon waking up here in these dank tunnels, Tim was filled with a sense that was neither sadness or anger. Just... grudging acceptance. He wasn't sure why; perhaps he was in shock? Or perhaps he knew that his uneventful life would soon be interrupted by something anyway... He deeply sighed and rubbed the corners of his eye. Colin was right. What were they going to do? He wish he had the golden answer, but he just didn't know. He wanted to curl up here and wait for death to come, quickly and painlessly. He didn't want to face his classmates and get brutally murdered in the process. But perhaps that was negative thinking? Was his classmates really buying into this sick game? He had no idea.

Turning his attention back to Colin, he realized that his friend was whispering something very softly. He was about to ask Colin what he was saying, but he proceeded to cry. Tim's heart wrenched in pain. He felt so horrible... "Don't cry, Colin. We'll make it through this.." he began, knowing how empty his promise sound.

Tim held out his hand and awkwardly patted Colin on the shoulder. He wanted to give his friend a hug, but... that would probably come out as awkward too. A shoulder-pat would have to suffice for now. "Look, we can do this. We'll stay together and... If anyone needs help, we can help them. We should probably get out of these tunnels, the visibility is horrible. Come on, Colin.. We'll be okay," Tim said in as comforting-sounding of a voice that he could muster.
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Tim sighed and shook his head, crawling over to the wall of the tunnel and resting his back against it. He kept his flashlight poised in such a way that provided enough light for the two boys to see. Tim sat and waited for Colin to talk, or... do anything. At the present moment, he was just sitting here, his head in his hands. He must have been thinking. Tim would have been thinking too, except he continually told himself that this would be a bad idea.

Tim's thoughts ran away with him sometimes. He thought about things far too deeply... took things out of context. If he thought too much about his situation and how death was most certainly imminent, he would surely panic. He could not panic right now. Now was the time to stay strong and keep cool. Tim breathed in deeply through his nose, but the dust irritated his nasal passage, causing him to sneeze. He couldn't even take deep, relaxing breaths here!

When Colin asked Tim a question, he immediately snapped his head in the direction of the boy. "Oh, rations? Y-Yeah, I do believe we were... A first-aid kit and food and stuff..." "And a weapon to kill with." He didn't dare say that last part aloud. He didn't want to scare Colin. Colin grabbed his provided daypack and began fishing inside it. Tim shone his flashlight in the direction of Colin's bag to give him some light and watched as his friend, known as 'B018' to the people who kidnapped them, dug through his bag and located his weapon: A hand axe. That seemed quite useful; it seemed rather intimidating, at least. With Tim's luck, he didn't suppose that he would get anything good.

"I suppose they do.." Tim muttered, looking at the axe with pursed lips. "At least you got something decent. I don't think it's a good idea to run around unarmed." There was a pause, and Tim realized that he had yet to discover his designated weapon. But... he remembered something. It was a brief memory from just moments earlier. A brush of his fingers in the darkness... his fingers brushing against something cool and metallic... Perhaps he had a shovel or something? But... could it be...

Locating his daypack to the left of him, Tim pulled it closer and dug his hands inside. There was the usual stuff, rations, water, a map, a first-aid kit, and then that familiar brush of metal. With wide eyes and a slack jaw, Tim wrapped his fingers around the tiny Savage Model 1907. It was so little! Not that he was displeased, no, not at all! It was just merely an observation. His very own gun...

Tim couldn't deny that he wanted a gun badly as a child. Maybe not a real gun, but he always wanted a BB gun or an airsoft gun or something. Even if it was in these twisted circumstances, Tim now had his very own gun. It came with its own guidebook, but he didn't bother with that now. He was too busy examining the gun and running his hand across the smooth exterior. "Wow..." he muttered. "I, uh, I got a.. gun.." he told Colin with an unreadable expression on his face. He was both excited and horrified... Excited because he could protect himself and Colin with this. He could protect them easily! But... horrified because he could also easily kill people with this as well. He shivered and double-checked that the safety was on. The last thing he wanted to do was shoot himself in the foot.
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Tim had always read in books that when something frightening or scary was occurring, it always happened in either slow or fast motion. The hero of the novel would either spring into action and beat the attacker with swift and graceful defensive attacks, or the hero would get kicked to the wayside by the attack and... fail; or, in worst cases, die. But what was occurring now seemed different to Tim. This stranger (who was vaguely recognizable) wasn't moving slowly at all. He was moving very fast, with his duffelbag close to his body. He was running towards the two boys with some intent in mind...

Tim honestly had no idea what was going on. He felt confused and frozen. The situation wasn't passing quickly or slowly, it was just passing with a great degree of annoyance from Tim. He felt like his mind was running too slowly, or he just couldn't bring himself to do anything. He was shocked! He hadn't expected this at all... He had been planning to escape the tunnels with Colin and make it out into the light of the day. He had planned to meet up with some other friends, make a strategy, compare weapons... He honestly had not expected to get attacked mere minutes after the duo had woken up!

They might not even make it out of this, as Tim realized. His heart was clenched, his lungs constricted. He could only watch in horror as this boy, was it Tony?, threw his bag directly at Colin's face; Colin fell over. There was some little voice nagging at Tim to USE WHAT WAS GIVEN TO HIM, but it just didn't click. He... he couldn't summon the strength to put this death-weapon at a fellow classmate and pull the trigger. Just moments ago, he imagined how much strength he possessed... How easily it would be to kill when the situation called for it! But no. His gun was no more useful than a damn blade of grass if he could not summon up the courage to use this arm... "Do it, do it."

Too late. Tony launched himself at Tim, and it wasn't just the strength of someone who was giving their friend a casual hug... It felt like a wrecking ball had plowed into his shoulder, and out of shock, he dropped both his gun and his pack. With a sickening realization, he could hear the metallic gun sliding away from him. He himself was on his back, pain radiating from his shoulder. Everything was going dark, but Tim wasn't sure if that was because he was inches from passing out or because he dropped his flashlight in the midst of the tackle.

With a bit of effort and an explosion of pain from his left shoulder, Tim sat up and came face to face with Tony holding Tim's gun. No, no, no, NO! It wasn't supposed to happen like this! "Th.. That's mine.." he weakly argued, too afraid to make any sudden moves. But it appeared that Tony wasn't planning on killing them. He just wanted Tim's gun. But this wasn't fair! Tim had only held his precious designated weapon for like, thirty seconds! He couldn't have it stolen like this!

He felt like his precious kitten was being stolen by some... kitten-snatcher. Well, Tim never really liked cats, and a gun wasn't really comparable to a kitten, but he really liked that little gun! The comfort that it provided, the defense that he could use to help others... This honestly wasn't fair! But... it was better than dying. Tim glanced over at Colin to note that he had thrown the duffel off of his face and stood up. "What is Colin doing?" he asked himself, but didn't dare say anything... He didn't want to provoke Tony into shooting or anything.

But what happened next shocked Tim beyond belief. His jaw fell slack as he watched his new friend, who was just crying moments ago, spring into action. He watched in pure shock as the axe connected with Tony's shoulder, a kick met Tony's hips. Tim was positive that Colin would be shot at this rate! All over Tim's weapon! "N-No, Colin, don't!" he cried, fearing for his safety. In between the sounds of screaming, panting, and Colin's axe hitting Tony, Tim could hear his gun hit the ground with that same metallic 'thunk!' Colin stepped on it, and Tim waited, sweat pouring down his brow. What should he do?! Tim felt useless in this situation... He had the gun now (or.. sort of), but he knew he couldn't shoot. He looked over at Tony who was no longer in such great shape... Oh lord. "Give me strength," he quickly prayed, although Tim rarely ever prayed. He felt silly after doing so, as here was the last place that he should worry about religion or God! In such a place where murder ran free, there was no God. There was only Colin who took matters into his own hands by using that axe and securing Tim's gun.

Tim should have felt thankful, but he mostly felt... horrified. He wanted to beg Colin to stop but couldn't find the words... They couldn't be in danger anymore. Tony was unarmed and rightfully injured. "C-Colin.." Tim began, staring at the axe-wielding boy. Tim dragged himself forward and carefully pried his gun from under Colin's foot. He held it tightly, his thoughts swimming frantically in his head. It was like a whirlpool.
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Tim stared in shock at the clearly injured form of Tony. He didn't want to see any more violence, and he definitely didn't want to see anyone die this early in; especially not someone that was killed by a very good friend of his. It sent shivers up his spine, a chill that he couldn't shake away. What would happen? Would Tony make it out okay? Would Colin put the axe down and apologize? Would they all stop and talk through their problems? It sounded stupid, but the optimist inside of Tim was working in overdrive. He wanted to be positive; he wanted everything to go okay... Yet, here he was, just minutes into the game, and a fellow classmate stood in front of them with bad wounds. It was obvious that he was close to death.

Tim listened to Tony as he spoke, his blue eyes watching as his lips moved. He opened his own mouth to reply, but his voice came out as a dry gurgle. He needed water; he needed time to think about what to say to Tony, but nothing would adequately suffice. Tim felt evil in thinking such a thing, but it really was a 'serves you right' moment, as sick as that sounded. If Tony really hadn't meant to hurt anyone, he wouldn't have tackled Tim. If Tony had really thought that Tim should just get rid of his gun, he should have approached the boys in a friendly way and talked to them about it. He didn't have to attack them! Of course they would fight fire with fire!

But that was just the guilt talking. Tim knew that he had no real reason to feel guilty, this was all Colin's doing, but... there was still an emotion that Tim felt. A mix between guilt, regret, and a longing for the past. Even if he could go back in time by five minutes, that would be okay. If Tim just had five minutes, he could make things right... Tony wouldn't be sitting here, inches away from Death's door. "Why did I have to wave my gun around and flaunt it? Why didn't I just keep it inside my bag? I'm so stupid!" Once again, blaming himself and not Colin. It was just his nature.

Tony asked a request of Colin, and Tim's heart immediately grew heavy. He hadn't expected this... I mean, he knew that Tony would eventually die somehow, but... Tony asking Colin to 'finish the job'? That was so official, so final. Tim put a hand over his mouth and bowed his head, eyes shut. This was so messed up. Teenagers shouldn't have to deal with something so deep, so mentally harmful... Why?! Tim's hardest decision was choosing between which college would better suit his needs, but this? This just couldn't compare. No doubt would this be one of Colin's harder decisions... whether or not he could muster the strength to murder a fellow classmate.

Tim was moments away from breaking down and sobbing like Colin, but he heard his friend's voice, choked and full of sorrow. At Colin's request, Tim didn't refuse or question his friend. He didn't want to add any more unnecessary stress to the situation. And so with a shocked face and empty eyes, Tim merely nodded and slung his bag over one shoulder, collected his gun, and switched on his flashlight, heading down the dark and empty tunnel. As he walked, all sounds melted away. Colin and Tony were far back by now, and any sounds of struggle failed to reach Tim's ears.

He just kept walking and walking through the endless black. Sometimes, Tim wondered if the darkness would ever cease. He grew tired and was tempted to sit down and rest, but after a few more minutes of tunnel-hiking, Tim finally saw a thin steam of light. The white light grew larger as he approached it, and Tim tried to ignore the whole 'light at the end of the tunnel' vibe that this was totally giving off.

The white light enveloped him, and he was outside. The light stung his eyes and dropping his things, Tim sunk to his knees and rubbed his eyes. He kept his gun at close distance as he sat here with his hands over his eyes, his mouth pulled into a taut line. Colin told him to wait, so he should wait.

But a small part of him wanted to run and run fast. Run far, far away. Run away from his own good friend... And yet, Tim remained seated. He couldn't leave Colin. Colin wasn't a scary murderer; he was a good person. It wasn't like he wanted to kill Tony... It was all a mistake; all in self-defense. If Tim ran away now, it would just prove that Tim was a shoddy friend, and no one would be there to comfort him... And so Tim remained seated. He wouldn't leave this spot, not until Colin was beside him. And Tim would never judge him.
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Hearing Colin's voice behind him, Tim turned around and gave his friend a hesitant look. He wasn't sure how he should react... He didn't want to look too perky or too freaked out. He just wanted to let Colin know that it wasn't his fault and everything would be okay. ...Somehow. Standing up and dusting off his pants, he shook his head at Colin.

"You don't have to apologize to me..." He paused and tried to collect his thoughts. He didn't want to ramble and make Colin feel any worse than he probably already did, but... "It wasn't our fault, Col. I mean, he attacked us... Did he really expect that we wouldn't defend ourselves?" He rubbed his sore shoulder from when Tony tackled him.

He realized that Colin was avoiding eye contact with Tim, and Tim visibly sighed. He was at a complete loss. Colin was clearly shaken up before Tony showed up, and now... He was even worse. With a grimace, Tim realized he wasn't that great of a friend.. Maybe not even that great of a person. He had nothing comforting to say, and anything that he could think of just sounded unnaturally forced and awkward.

It was best to stay silent, he supposed.

Slipping his small gun into the pockets of his jeans (after clicking on safety), Tim shouldered his bag and nodded in agreement to Colin. "Alright. Let's head out." Tim followed behind Colin and while walking, pulled out his map to reference. He couldn't refuse getting away from those damn tunnels.

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