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Topic Started: Aug 31 2010, 11:52 PM (2,236 Views)
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((Janet Binachi continued (finally) from The Dilemma.))

Janet couldn't remember when she had begun following the boy. She had been nearly out of the cleared forest when she saw him approaching. It had been easy to hide and follow him, even though she wasn't terribly stealthy. The lack of trees or much vegetation here had made it easy to follow from a distance. The tall brown-haired boy, whose name Janet believed to be Everett, or something like that, was, as she got closer, pretty obviously walking on auto-pilot. He stumbled occasionally, as an old root or rock made itself known, but mostly he kept his head down and just walked. It didn't surprise Janet that somebody had already slipped beyond the horizon of despair. She imagined many people had, though she wasn't one of them. Despair would only get her killed.

She slipped along the side of the hill, crossing to get in front of the boy. She stepped out of the hollow created by the hill and said loudly, "Hey. What's the hurry, champ?"

She held her hockey stick across her body and let herself relax. Seem confident, that was the goal. Don't let the enemy ('The enemy? This boy was your classmate most of your life. You probably considered asking him to a middle school dance. He's a human being, not a number!' came the inevitable thought, though Janet tried to quash it.) know that you are afraid to hurt him. Don't let yourself know that you're afraid to kill.

'Don't die.'
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Janet smiled, not paying attention to the words Everett was saying. What she was focusing on was her next move. Pacifism was what she believed in, but it would get her killed here. Everett seemed like a safe choice as he foot in the door, as she wasn't very familiar with him. No personal feelings to get in the way, despite what her conscience was screaming.

One word knocked on her ears and burned itself into the brain. Pistol. Big one. Shit.... But wait. He obviously wasn't holding it, and he even said it was in his daypack. Good. She would have to be certain it didn't take very long. Everett even obligingly put his hands above his head. So helpful.

"Everett. You should probably have your weapon at the ready at all times. You never know when you might meet a player," she said, stepping forward with a saccharine smile on her face. It was out of place on her normally strict features, and even more out of place considering the setting. Thus, it was highly disconcerting, or so she hoped.

Janet let a sigh pass her lips, smile fading to a sorrowful face. "It's too bad the lesson comes too late."

She stepped back slightly, twisting her body to impart more force to the stick as she swung it, narrow edge forward, into Everett's face. His nose crushed down sickeningly, but not back far enough to strike his brain. This was problematic, as it meant he wouldn't die from brain damage. Fortune smiled on her as Everett stepped back, stumbled, and fell over, hitting his head on a stump with a sickening thud. Janet froze, watching the red flow from Everett's face. She hoped that the fall had damaged his brain stem, killing him in a more instant way, but it was not to be. The bloody form stirred, trying to sit up just a little bit.

Janet panicked slightly. It was different to kill someone standing up before you, threatening and strong. Killing someone who couldn't fight back.... To hide her panic, Janet brutally stomped on Everett's rib cage, feeling the bones crunch underfoot. The boy exhaled sharply, blowing red from his nose and mouth all over Janet's shoes and pants, where it mingled with the darkened red from the teachers. She gagged slightly, turning away. She swallowed, grabbed the day pack and wrestled it away from the injured boy. It was hers now. To the victor, the spoils, right?
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Janet stood there, watching the red drip from the end of her weapon. She felt sick to her stomach again, but managed to avoid vomiting. It seemed Everett had passed out or died already from the injuries.

A tingling on the back of her neck made Janet spin around, scanning the hill. Nobody there. Paranoia, probably caused by acute stress. She glanced around again before turning and running off. No need to wait around for whoever Everett had been traveling with.

((Janet Binachi cont. in Darkness Within.))
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